Page 104 of Roulette: The Madam

That’s what I wanted to give her while Roulette observed. I wanted her to understand that I would never fuck another woman like I fucked her. I would never be able to fully enjoy another woman like I enjoyed her.

I would never look at another woman the way I looked at her. And, I would never cum for another woman as quickly as I came for her. She’d scarred me. And, it was her job to keep me now that I was wounded by her brilliance.

Jayla complied. Her plump pussy glistened in the dimness of the dining hall. There was no need to lubricate my lumber. Princess had polished my wood.

I slapped my hard dick against her pussy. She flinched each time it collided, punishing her clit as if it had been disobedient. I pressed my palm against her spine, deepening her arch. However, my eyes never left Roulette. Not even when I slid into Jayla’s pool.

Fuck.

Her meatiness surrounded me. She was inviting. Her pussy lips were like plush pillows ready to put my member to sleep. Unfortunately, that task was reserved for the woman with her gaze fixated on me.

“Mmmmm. Mmmm.”

With each stroke I managed, moans escaped Jayla and penetrated the air. Roulette kept her head planted between her legs as she ran her clit up and down her tongue, wetting her nose each time she rocked her body.

Jealousy plagued me. I fisted Jayla’s ponytail, pulling her upward as I touched parts of her that hadn’t been touched in months. Possibly years. Her pussy’s reluctance to receive my girth was all the evidence I needed to know that she’d been on her grind and leaving the niggas to play with someone besides her.

Good for you, love.

“Uhhhh. Fuck– Mmmm. Mm. Mmm. Mm.”

She creamed on me, releasing the tension her sexual frustration had caused over the months. Roulette was investedin the exchange. Seeing my dick disappear inside of Jayla did things for her. To her.

Her fingers trailed her pussy, stopping at her clit. She parted her brown lips, exposing the pinkness that led to her center. I lifted my head once, hoping she understood what it was I was asking because words were failing me.

When her ass lifted from the tabletop and her pussy was hoisted in the air, gratitude consumed me. She understood me. It was plain and simple. No words were needed.

I welcomed her with a flattened tongue before sucking her clit into my mouth. Time wasn’t of the essence. I was ready to dive back into her shit. But, first, I wanted her to burst on my tastebuds.

I zeroed in on her swollen nub and flicked my tongue back and forward rapidly. She buckled. Her body grew rigid as she froze in place.

“Issssrrrrrreeeaaaalll.”

“Mmmmm. Mmmm. Yessssssssss. Oh my G— Mmmm.”

As Jayla blessed me with the beauty of her climax, attempting to extract my semen with her contracting muscles, Princess rained down on the table.

“Uhhhhh, fuck!”

She fell flat onto the table. Pride swelled my nutsack as she tried recovering from the blow to the pussy. I removed my dick from a dripping wet Jayla.

“On your knees,” I requested.

Before Princess took her final ride, I wanted her chariot cleaned. I lowered until I was sitting in the chair I’d pushed aside. Jayla’s hot tongue found the tip of my dick. Her mouth confiscated the base. As much of it as she could, at least.

Saliva slid down my shaft as I reached the back of her throat. Her stomach caved with a gag. She was quick to recover and sowas Roulette. She stood a mere two feet away with her hands on her hips, observing the talents of our server.

“Come ‘er, Princess.”

She didn’t waste a second following the order she’d been given.

“Climb on,” I insisted. “This way.”

I wanted her back against me and her pussy accessible for our special guest. Carefully, I slid her down onto my dick. Reentering her was almost the greatest feeling in the world.

Touching my first million was second place. Being a father was first place. She was in third, undoubtedly. There was nothing beyond my money and fatherhood that was fucking with her. In time, she’d understand. I was still trying to do so myself.

I didn’t have to give instructions. Roulette was born to lead. She placed her hand on Jayla’s head and guided her to her bare pussy. Her sensitivity level had increased dramatically. Her limbs locked as I began to stroke her from below.

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