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Carter watched Fantasy’s beautiful eyes brighten at the acknowledgement of his presence. When she waved, puckered her lips and blew him a kiss, she watched his eyes narrow and he began coming toward her.
Fast.
Before she knew it, Carter was on her and he took her hand in his. “Excuse me, gentlemen. I need to talk to the lady,” and he was walking away with her.
Carter may not have seen her, but Mileena saw him making his way through the crowd with Fantasy in hand, but Fantasy saw her. She gave Mileena the finger and tried to keep up with Carter.
Fantasy had her limo parked outside and she had her driver take them to her suite at The Mark Hotel on East 77th Street. Once they arrived, Fantasy saw to Carter’s comfort, and then she saw to his needs. Crawling up on the bed to plant kisses across his skin, her tongue lavishing his rock-hard nipples. Her wet tongue glided down his body before wrapping her lips around the length of him and sucking him as if he were candy.
Carter parted Fantasy’s thighs and devoured her. His licks and suckles forced sighs and screams from her lips and made her toes curl as she clutched the sheets. Before she could catch her breath, Carter was pulling Fantasy toward him. She eagerly arched her back and guided his length in her.
“Ahh,” she sighed at the feeling of him lodged deep inside her, making her walls clench around him and staring into his intense eyes. Yeah, get this pussy.
Carter planned to savor each and every delicious second of this ecstasy with long slow strokes as Fantasy caressed and clutched his back. Then he helped her up to her knees and put Fantasy in the position that he wanted before he eased his dick inside her. Carter grabbed her by her shoulders causing her body to speed up, pushing her hips back at him. the sound of Carter spanking her thigh made Fantasy wetter. He could feel her walls tightening and loosening around him and she felt him begin to expand inside her.
They fucked each other harder, moving their bodies faster and harder until Fantasy screamed, “Fuck! I’m cummin’!”
Carter grabbed her waist and his body locked while Fantasy slammed her ass into him and milked all the cum out of him.
The one that surprised him was Yarissa. She was Mileena’s best friend, so Carter was surprised when she set it out for him. Surprised, but not shocked.
There was that one night shortly after Yarissa was in Rain’s convoy when it was attacked, that he was at home with Mileena and Yarissa was visiting. They’d been drinking, and were talking about the car chase and her not knowing how to shoot.
Mileena told Yarissa that Carter taught her how to shoot and then urged Carter to teach Yarissa. He unloaded his gun and handed it to Yarissa.
“Point it at the bad guys and pull the trigger.”
Mileena punched him lightly in the shoulder. “Get up and show her how to hold it like you did me.”
“Yeah,” Yarissa said and bounced up from the couch when Carter got up. “What do I do?”
Carter showed her how to stand and hold the gun, view her target and then squeeze the trigger. While he was showing her, Carter had to stand behind her to get Yarissa’s arm in the correct position and Yarissa felt his dick get hard.
“How does that feel?” Carter asked innocently, referring to the feel of the gun in her hand.
“It feels thick, heavy and hard,” Yarissa said softly. “But the gun feels fine.” That’s when Rain called, and Carter was glad to get outta there. But now Mileena was gone, and Yarissa brought the amazing ass he’d admired and wanted to see naked for years to his door.
Since she came to fuck, Yarissa got naked for Carter quickly and he told her to get down on the floor. He got down on his knees and Yarissa spread her legs wider and watched him stroke himself a few times before slamming it into her.
Before long, Carter had her legs pinned behind her ears, plunging deep and she was screaming his name. Running her fingers through her hair and mumbling incoherently about how insane the dick was and how long she’d wanted it.
Mileena had broken up with Carter and the way he was handling it was to fuck everybody.
But not that night, that night Carter had personal business to take care of after he finished the meal that chef Aja had prepared special for him. She’d been experimenting with Thai food and he was more than willing to be her guinea pig.
That night she made him Kai Med Ma Muang, which was a dish that sautés chicken alongside roasted cashews, sweet soy sauce, onions, chilies, pepper, carrot and mushrooms. “Sweetened with just a dash of honey. It's a little bit tame and yet still totally Thai and simply scrumptious.”
“I like this better than the spicy beef salad dish from last time.”
“The Yam Nua?”
“Yeah, that.”
Carter thought that the chef was sexy, and he’d tried her a couple of times. Each time, Chef Aja played stupid, preferring to keep all relationships with gangsters strictly business.
When Carter left Cuisine, he drove to the address that he had gotten earlier that day from Carla. He had been on her for months to find Damián Custodio, so he could kill him. She had provided him with several leads, some even seemed promising, but to this point, all ended with Custodio slipping away just out of reach.
Carter arrived at the house, picked the lock and went inside. He made his way to the stairs and proceeded to the second level. When he heard the screams of passion, Carter stopped and took out his gun.