Page 144 of Roulette: The Madam

“Princess,” I warned.

“Yes, Big Fella?”

Pre-cum oozed from me slowly at the sultriness combined with the sex in her tone. Dating Roulette was a priority. With our demanding schedules, it was the only time we truly had to peel back one another’s layers and deepen our connection. And, I loved to see her put that shit on.

Though she didn’t require a special occasion to get dolled up because it was a ritual of hers, she added a special touch eachtime I convinced her to spend more time alone with me. But, she was making it difficult to stay the course.

Roses.

Her home.

Dinner.

My home.

My bed.

Her uterus.

Her peak.

Her home.

Her bed.

Staring at her from feet above her smile as she rested on her knees. Her dress was lifted. She was careful not to stain it on the fabricated beach shore that was a great idea of the developers who made the lake a walkable strip.

“We’re supposed to be eat–ing.”

She unbuckled my belt and pants effortlessly.

“We’re about to feast, Israel. On each other.”

I peered across the grassy plains at the trailer. The chef was inside preparing our dishes. Having Roulette unleash the beast within her at the moment meant risking our privacy. Though I didn’t give a fuck, I wanted to make sure I wasn’t putting Roulette in an uncompromising position. Her comfort was prioritized in every situation. It didn’t matter how ideal they were or wasn’t.

“The chef is in the trailer. He’s a good distance from us, but–fuck!”

Wordlessly, she responded. The tip of my dick disappeared in her mouth. My hesitancy was resolved.

She was so warm. So wet by the mouth. I struggled with the idea of allowing my head to fall backward or observing the music she was making with her lips, cheeks, tongue, and throat.

“Uhhh fuck, baby.”

Shit, Princess. My choice was questionable, but I couldn’t resist the view. She was perfect. She was the prettiest on her knees, looking up at me. She didn’t blink. Neither did she miss a stroke.

Her saliva made such beautiful melodies. She was a fucking mess already and she’s just begun. I clenched my ass cheek, trying to keep my nut rooted deep in my scrotum.

Clear nails with red tips collapsed around my dick. They worked in opposite directions, working me to the core. My shoulders sagged. I didn’t know how she did the things she did with her tongue or her mouth, but I was going to make it my life’s work to make sure she never had a reason to do that shit to anyone else.

“That’s it, Princess. Eat that dick. Eat that motherf– shit.”

She heaved, nearly folding her body in half. Still, her focus was never affected. Her eyes were still on me, peering through my fucking chest where she was growing at a rate that had me shaken to the core.

I touched the back of her throat with each stroke of her neck. Gurgling sounds coming from her mouth sent me into overdrive. She was destroying any chances of survival for the pretty dress she’d chosen for the night.

I’ll buy her a hundred more.

Money wasn’t an option. Neither was spending it. Whatever Princess’ heart desired she could have. The head on her shoulders was too good to deny her. The pussy between her thighs was too slippery and tight to deny her. That mouth on her beautiful face was too slick to deny her.

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