Page 145 of Roulette: The Madam

“Get u–fuck.”

My nut had broken ground. It was no longer in my scrotum. It was headed up my shaft, ready to fill her mouth with my minions.

“Ge– Princess.”

She ignored me, too lost in her own pleasure to care about the climax of mine. Verbal warnings wouldn’t deter her. But, she felt too good to eject dick from her mouth.

“This motherfucker ’bout to cum,” I warned.

Her eyes tightened to slits. Her throat deepened. And, her strokes quickened in pace. She was unmanning me. Right on the lake. Right on the sand. Right in the open. And, she didn’t give a fuck who saw it.

Combined, the thoughts sent me into overdrive. I stiffened, allowing her to have her way with me.

“FUCK,” I groaned, planting my seeds on her tongue. “Fuck. FUCK.Shit.”

I removed my dick from her warmth. Her eyes were bright and big, sparkling in the darkness of the night. I squeezed her jaws, forcing her mouth open. There wasn’t a trace of semen. Her depletion of my seeds brought me peace.

“Good, Princess,” I complimented, “Now, on your feet. Hands on the table.”

Wordlessly, she followed instructions. Hypnotized by her sheer existence, I observed every move she made. I didn’t want to miss a single detail. She was much too entertaining. My attention was undivided.

The dress she was trying too hard not to stain was covered in saliva. Roulette’s liberation freed her from the threads. Her naked, impressive frame blessed me with its presence. She was perfection. Her dark areolas peaked. Her bald pussy sat between her legs, spacing them out slightly.

Her lips.

Her stomach.

Her eyes.

Her nose.

Her legs.

Her arms.

Her hands.

God had been generous with her beauty. She had a face worth living and dying for. Perfection was found even in her imperfections. And, she smelled like fully bloomed florals and obsessive amounts of vanilla.

When her hands collided with the table, my eyes closed, involuntarily. She was simply too good to be true. An anxious, regretful sigh left my body as I thought of all the things I would do to her and all the boundaries I’d cross of hers to make her mine before my time on earth ended.

My hips met her ass cheeks. I leaned forward, gripping a handful of hair in my hands. The smile on her face as I forcefully made her look back at me revealed just how much of a special case Princess was. And, I loved that shit. I hadn’t found a thing I didn’t love about her. Even her desire for polygamy was intriguing. It just didn’t align with the vision I had for us. Forher.

“You’re unbelievable, Princess. Skin so soft,” I breathed into her ear, “Mouth so powerful. Body so stunning. Pussy so fucking goo–”

“Ughhhhhhh.”

I entered her, closing my eyes a second time.

Goddamn.

It had only been days since I’d been inside of her, but it felt like weeks. Months. Years. Her pussy gripped me, pulling me deeper as her arch deepened.

I plunged into her, continuously. Slowly. Methodically. Healing things inside of me that I didn’t know were in need of healing. Curing things inside of me that I didn’t know were in need of healing. Shifting things inside of me that I didn’t know needed shifting. Fixing things inside of me that I didn’t know needed fixing.

“Baby–”

“There we go, Princess.”

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