Page 105 of Roulette: The Madam

“Relax, Princess.”

“Uhhhhh– Yesssss.”

“You like that?”

She nodded.

“Words.”

“Yessssss.”

“You feel so good.”

“Ummm–”

“You gone make me cum in this shit,” I warned.

My words fueled her fire. I was no longer stroking from below. She was gyrating her hips, riding me to no-man’s land. I cupped her breasts in my hands and squeezed gently.

“Oh God. Fuck!” She screamed. “Fuck!”

“Shit, Princess. You ’bout to make this dick cum.”

“Yesss. Yessssss.”

“Urgh.”

I stiffened. Everything I’d stored in my balls since the last time she was sliding up and down my dick burst from the head of my dick, anticipating the swim in her ocean.

ELEVEN

The sound of the sea was surreal. Small waves crashed against the side of the yacht as Israel’s fingers glided across my skin. Peace swept my worries away.

Breaking ground on the land I was fighting tooth and nail for in order to build a Penthouse, had taken a part of my sanity, and it wasn’t until I was met with silence that I realized it. While my family wanted to force their way onto the land, I wanted to fight. My idea deserved residency in the world and it would.

I was nearing the end of my battle. I could feel it. So could Rome. Her prediction was enough to keep me from throwing inthe towel and sticking it out. Near Hudson Road was the perfect location. I didn’t want to settle anywhere else.

4:26a

“Shhhhhh.”

Israel encouraged me to quiet down and allow the sounds of the water to do their job. I’d spent the last hour expressing my frustration with the city and the regulations they were trying to enforce in order to diminish my vision.

“Shhhhhhh.”

But, seconds ago, my rant had ended and comfort caressed me. I closed my eyes, hoping that sleep would find me. The nature station hardly compared to my reality at the moment. I was surrounded by the sounds of the sea, chirping birds in search of food, swaying winds, and the creaking of the yacht.

“Shhhhh.”

Against his chest, I released a lengthy stream of air. The sigh was healing. So was Israel. He was rearranging things inside of me that had been shelved and labeled with caution signs, fragile warnings, and beware stickers.

“Shhhhh.”

I tightened my grip around his body and snuggled up closer, as if that was even possible. Suddenly, exhaustion was prepared for my undertaking. A yawn split my mouth wide open as he continued running fingers over my skin.

“Shhhh.”

Rugger’s voicesnapped me out of the daydream, reminding me I was on a call.

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