It wasn’t Robyn’s intention to get aroused, but the width of Fabian’s big black rod made her dripping wet. If the nigga wasn’t a homo, I might’ve gave his fruity ass some. That’s what wrong with these bitch-ass niggas now-All the brothers either down-low booty chasers or just don’t got no act right. She let her finger slide into her vagina. She was so wet, she felt her juices drip onto her inner thigh.
At that point Fabian couldn’t take it any longer. He jumped up and swiftly grabbed Robyn under her butt cheeks, quickly lifting her so that she was face level. During his stint in the penitentiary, he had worked out extensively, and his bulky, muscular physique confirmed that. It was nothing for him to lift Robyn’s entire body with ease.
“Oh shit!” Robyn yelled, caught by the element of surprise. Her legs swung freely as her crotch sat dead in the middle of Fabian’s face.
Fabian knew all the moves to get Robyn to nut. He began to work his tongue like a tornado on Robyn’s clitoris. She couldn’t believe the position that she was in and had only read about shit like that in books.
This nigga sho’ can eat a pussy. Robyn gripped his bald head and ground her hips against his face. The top of her head kept hitting the ceiling, but she didn’t mind, it was well worth it.
She kept looking at the door, expecting her girls to bust in at any moment. She had paid for the hotel suite earlier that day and gave Miamor the extra room key. Actually, she was hoping that they didn’t come in at that moment because she didn’t want Fabian to drop her while she was so high. She tried to get a couple more face thrusts in before it was over.
“Let me down!”
Fabian slowly let Robyn down and began to take off her clothes. He lay on the bed and sat up on his elbows as he stared at her drenched pussy.
Robyn knew that she had to think quickly because she
wasn’t about to give him a shot at her goods. He ain’t sticking that mu’fucka up in me, that’s for damn sure. “Turn around on your stomach,” she instructed as she sucked her own nipples.
“What?” Fabian asked in confusion.
“Turn around, nigga. I want to lick yo’ ass,” she lied seductively.
“What? Don’t nothing go by my ass, ma. Come get on this dick and stop playing.”
Robyn knew what the deal was. She knew that he liked what she was proposing, him being gay and all. She just had to play it right. “It will feel good, I promise.”
Fabian lit up inside when Robyn first told him to turn around. He just didn’t want her to know his little secret. Her request was music to his ears. He hadn’t got a rim job since leaving prison. Fabian looked in Robyn’s eyes and saw that she was serious and quickly flipped his muscular ass around.
Just then, Robyn saw Miamor and Aries slide through the door quietly, both with pistols in their hands. Fabian was so busy smiling and anticipating getting his back slurped, he didn’t even see them coming.
“What took y’all bitches so long?” Robyn shouted as she began to put on her clothes.
“What?” Fabian asked as he turned around. But he didn’t see what he was expecting to see. He was staring down the barrel of Miamor’s 9 mm.
Before he could even react, Miamor went across his nose with her gun, causing it to split and swell up instantly. “Tie this mu’fucka up,” she instructed calmly and reached into her bag to pull out the butcher knife.
Fabian instantly began to plead for his life as Aries tied him up to the bedposts. “Look, I will give y’all bitches anything you want,” he pleaded as Aries finished tying him up.
Aries hit him in the eye with the butt of her pistol. “Watch chu mouth!” she said as she watched him grimace in agony.
“Let’s hurry up and get this shit over with,” Robyn said as she finished putting her clothes back on.
“Okay, here.” Miamor handed Robyn the butcher knife.
Robyn shook her head from side to side. “I ain’t cutting that nigga dick off!”
“Oh shit! Oh fuck! Please don’t cut my joint off. Please! What the fuck did I do to deserve this foul shit?” Fabian bucked against his restraints, and tears began to form in his eyes.
“Stop crying like a little bitch!” Miamor yelled. “Put a sock in that nigga’s mouth.”
Aries grabbed one of his socks off the floor and forced it down his throat.
Miamor handed Aries the knife. “Aries, you do it.”
“You got Aries fucked up. Me ain’t touching he dick, bitch.” Aries stepped back from Miamor.
“Y’all bitches soft!” Miamor yelled. “I got to do everything myself! Real bitches do real shit.” She grabbed Fabian’s dick and gave it one good hack. The knife only went halfway through, so she whacked it again, this time cutting it clean off.
Fabian squirmed in pain, his muffled scream like a lion’s roar, and his eyes flew open in excruciation, while his body writhed violently.
Miamor didn’t know if it was more painful for Fabian to feel the knife or to see his soldier lying next to him, totally detached from his body. Blood began to cover the sheets and Miamor hoped off of him.
“I get the twenty stacks for that, straight up!” Miamor yelled as she grabbed a towel to clean her hands and the knife.
Robyn turned her head to avoid seeing the bloody scene and yelled, “Fuck that! We splitting that shit.”
“Yeah. We split that!” Aries added.
“You bitches didn’t wanna help, so why should I split it up?” Miamor contested.
“I…” Robyn paused. The stench in the air almost made her gag. She pulled Miamor into the bathroom, so she could tell her about herself.
Aries followed quickly, not wanting to miss anything, and the three girls huddled in the bathroom like sardines in a can.
“Yo, why you bugging, Mia? You know the rules. We always split the take evenly,” Robyn said with attitude.
“Why do I have to do the dirty work and split it? Straight the fuck up! You two were scared to cut, but now you want a cut. Fuck that!” Miamor snapped her head to the side.
Robyn scowled. “Miamor, what’s gotten into you? You are tripping. You ain’t acting the same lately.”
“It’s de nigga she giving she pussy to. He got she head fucked up.”
“Look, this ain’t the right time to be talking about this, so step the fuck off.”
“Yeah, she’s right. Let’s handle this nigga, and we will finish this later.” Robyn opened the bathroom door and squeezed out.
“Oh shit!” Robyn yelled as soon as she saw what had happened.
“What’s wrong?” Miamor shouted as she hurried out of the bathroom. Miamor looked at the bloody bed and saw that it was empty and the door was wide open. “The nigga got away! Fuck!”
They all rushed to the door and saw the man running butt naked across the parking lot. Aries lifted her gun to shoot at him, but it was too late. He was already out of range.
“Fuck! Fuck!” Miamor yelled as she put both of her hands on her head. She knew that they had just fucked up big time, and now wasn’t nobody getting paid.
Chapter Eleven
“Oooh, Carter, we got to stop, but this dick so good.”
– Miamor
Miamor couldn’t get Carter out of her head. Even while she was on a job, he was constantly entering her thoughts, and she hated herself for feeling him so much. It had been two weeks since their steamy encounter on the beach and she was open. Why hasn’t he called me? she thought to herself. I knew I shouldn’t have fucked him so quick. He probably thinking I’m one of these sack-chasing busto bitches.
Miamor shook the thought of Carter out of her mind as she reluctantly crawled out of her three-thousand-dollar cherrywood canopy bed and stretched her arms high above her head. She tiptoed as her body extended in relaxation toward the sky, causing her to shriek in delight. She looked at herself in the mirror and wiped the sleep out of her eyes. She pulled her hair up in a raggedy ponytail and noticed the slight bags that were beginning to form under her eyes. I’ve got to get some rest, she thought. I look like shit.