Array Ashley - The Cartel

“Please put it in,” she moaned. “Carter, I need you. My pussy needs you.”

Carter lifted one of her legs around his waist and rubbed the head of his dick up and down her wetness. His head resembled a flower in bloom, and the width of it was mesmerizing. The heat radiating from him caused her to tremble as he teased her by rubbing it slowly against her puddle of wetness.

“Please, baby, put it in!”

He pressed the tip against her clitoris repeatedly, causing her to hump nothing but air. She was fiending for the dick, she wanted him so badly.

“You forgive me?”

“I can’t,” she said.

“Yes, you can,” he replied as he filled her tight space.

“Oh my God! I can’t, Carter,” she moaned, tears slipping down her face. “I want to kill you,” she admitted through her moans.

Carter was oblivious to the fact that she meant every word.

“I hate you,” she moaned over and over again.

Carter lifted her other leg and balanced her against the wall as he dug into her, going in as deep as he could go.

“Ooh shit,” she called out. “Right there, daddy! Yes, right there!”

“You forgive me?” he asked as his fingertips melted into her voluptuous ass.

“Yes! Yes! Oh… what are you doing to me?”

“I’m fucking you, ma. Them other niggas can’t do this pussy like this. You fucking with another nigga?” he asked as he clenched his ass muscles.

“No! Only you. This is your pussy, Carter. I hate you! This is yours, daddy. Oh my… oh shit,” she moaned. “I’m about to nut, Carter. I’m cumming… aaah!”

Carter felt her body tense up, and when her walls contracted on his dick, he released his seed inside her, with no condom and no regrets.

Her legs gave out when he set her back on the floor, so he picked her up and carried her into her bedroom. He lay down with his arms wrapped snugly around her.

Miamor felt so right in his arms, and she hated what she was doing. She knew that she would eventually have to destroy him, but being with him right now at that very moment was the only thing that she wanted to think about.

“I’ll never hurt you again, ever. On everything I love, I’m-a make you mine. I love you, Miamor.”

She couldn’t stop herself from responding, “I love you too.”

Ring, ring! Ring, ring!

The shrill sound of Carter’s cell phone woke him and Miamor out of their peaceful sleep. He looked at her digital alarm clock, which read 3:42 a.m. He groggily reached for his phone. “Hello?” he answered as he sat up in bed.

“Carter! Thank God! It’s Breeze,” Taryn stated in a panic. “She hasn’t come home yet.”

“What?”

Miamor sat up when she heard Carter’s tone of voice. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

Carter held up a finger for her to hold on and returned his attention back to his phone call. “Look, if she was with Zyir, I’m sure she’s fine. I’ll call you when I catch up with them. Give me about an hour,” he said.

Carter knew that Breeze should have been safe with Zyir, but when he called his phone and didn’t receive an answer, he began to worry.

“I got to go, ma,” he said as he jumped up and began slipping into his clothes.

Miamor’s face expressed her disappointment, and under normal circumstances, he would’ve handled her later, but he had just gotten back into her good graces.

“Slip on some clothes. You’re coming with me,” he said.

She jumped up, and in five minutes flat they were out the door.

Carter pulled up to Ace and Zyir’s apartment at 4:15 a.m. and was relieved to see Breeze’s car sitting out front. He still needed to see her face to make sure she was okay. What in the fuck is she doing over here anyway? he thought to himself. He rushed up to apartment 8B and rang the bell.

Ace answered it. “Damn, fam! Whatever it is, it can’t wait until the morning?” he asked sleepily.

“Where’s Zy?”

“Fam is in his room. He’s been in there all night with the door closed. Why? What up?”

Miamor stood silently as she watched anger cross Carter’s face.

“Is Breeze in there with him?” “I don’t know, fam.”

Carter walked to the back of the apartment and opened Zyir’s room door without knocking. He took a deep breath when he saw his baby sister sleeping soundly in Zyir’s bed, with Zyir sleeping in the chair next to the bed, his feet propped up. They both had Dope Fiend, by Donald Goines, in their hands and had fallen asleep with the book still open.

Carter laughed at himself for thinking the worst. Zyir would never put his sister in danger or disrespect him by hitting and running on her. If Breeze was interested in Zyir, it was a bridge that he would cross when they all got there, but for now, she was safe and he was satisfied.

“Everything good?” Ace asked.

Carter nodded. “Yeah, fam, everything’s good. I’m tripping. We gon’ crash on your couch out here until morning, a’ight.”

“Yeah, bro, make yourself at home. You know where everything at.”

Carter placed a call to Taryn and informed her that Breeze was just fine.

“Are you all right?” Miamor asked.

“Yeah, I’m good. Let’s get some sleep,” he said as he pulled her near and closed his eyes.

“I got you, young’un. I’m about to go and talk to Estes and try to plug you in. The game is all yours now,” Polo said just before hanging up the phone with Young Carter. He was just about to have a meeting with Estes. He wanted to see if he could set up a meeting with him and Carter, so he could retire and move to LA. He was done with the seesaw game that treated him both good and bad.

He pulled up to the loading dock’s parking lot and smoothly got out, wearing a straw sun hat, and a toothpick sticking from his mouth. He saw that Estes and his henchmen had already arrived before him, just like he expected. He slowly approached the Dominican men, who stood on the boardwalk that led to Estes’ speedboat. He raised both of his arms without them having to instruct him. He knew the drill only too well.

After getting searched, he boarded the boat and saw Estes at the head of the bow, his back turned, smoking a Cuban cigar.

“Good evening, Estes,” Polo said loudly as he stuck his hands in his white linen pants.

Estes signaled for his henchmen to pick up the anchor so that he could take off.

“Polo,” Estes said, not even giving him the respect of looking him in the eyes. Estes started the boat and pulled off.

Polo sat in the seat uncomfortably and wondered where Estes was taking him. He slightly moved his hat off his head, but not all the way off. He didn’t want the small.22 caliber pistol he had under the hat to fall.

After a ten-minute ride, Estes finally stopped the boat, and all they could see was water. There was no sign of anything else but the royal blue Atlantic Ocean.

Estes turned to Polo and took a deep puff of his cigar. “You wanted to talk, right? Talk,” he said coldly.

“First, we need to get at the-”

“That’s already taken care of. The entire Haitian mob is dead. There will be no more bloodshed. The only one left is Ma’tee, but we cut his legs from under him. He has no money or no army, and most likely Miami won’t see him again.”

Polo was surprised at how quickly Estes moved. Estes was two steps ahead of him, managing to wipe out the whole Haitian mob with ease. He knew that Estes was the boss of all bosses, and it was another day at the job for him.

Polo continued, “Yeah, I wanted to discuss a few things. You know, since Carter died, I’ve been the one you’ve supplied. The way I see it, I’m not getting any younger, and the game has changed. I’m trying to make an exit and give this game up for good.”