Page 165 of Roulette: The Madam

Did she bring them bac–

Mid-thought, I lost all sense of self-control. My nostrils flared from the pulling of my heartstrings. Overwhelmed with emotions, I placed a hand over my chest, wondering if this was real or if I was dreaming. Wondering if he was real or if I was dreaming.

Hunched over the once sticky spot on the floor was Israel. He was up on his feet after noticing he wasn’t alone anymore. How he’d gotten into my home was another question for another day.

“What took you so long?” Was the only question I needed an answer to.

He didn’t respond. Not verbally, anyway. His hands caressed parts of me that missed him something awful. His lips pressed against mine, and his palm pressured my throat, pushing me backward until I collided with the wall.

The wind underneath my ass confirmed my suspicions. And, his dick pressing against my entryway put my wonders to rest.

“Uhhhhhhhh.”

Israel parted me like the Red Sea. Silently, he stroked my pussy as if it was the very last mission he had to complete before his time on earth ended. His lips fell onto mine. Then, down my neck. On each shoulder, and on my chest. My right nipple kissed the air before it greeted his tongue.

The left was next. He devoured them. He devoured me. Making sweet promises with each stroke. Promises he intended to keep. Promises of love. Of care. Of protection. Of providing. Of goodness. Of patience. Of liberation. Of forever.

“I love you,” I confessed, grabbing his face and bringing it to mine. “I love you, Israel.”

The truth felt so much better in his hands than it did in my heart. He deserved to know how I felt. And, I made a personal promise to tell him every chance I got. “I love you.”

He pushed his lips against my face. With his head bowed and his heart on his sleeves, he drove into me without regret.

“You drive me mad, Princess.”

I nodded. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” he groaned, “Keep driving me mad. If you can accept me and all my bullshit… I can do the same for you. Besides, that shit does something to me. You do something to me.”

I closed my eyes, accepting each stroke for what it was.A masterpiece. I felt my orgasm building in the pit of my stomach.

“I’m about to cum,” I warned.

“Then, cum, Princess.”

I loosened right on his log, coating it with my cream. He wasn’t far behind. His body stiffened as he poured into me.

Even after he’d released, he remained still. His head on my chest, my body hoisted in the air. My back against the wall.

“I don’t like when you don’t talk to me.”

“Neither do I.”

“Then, why haven’t you?”

“Because you hurt me right here,” he explained, placing my hand on his chest. “Even if that wasn’t your intention.”

“It wasn’t.”

“I know. That’s why I’m here.”

“Stay.”

“Malaya needs you, Princess. I can wait.”

“And, I need you, Israel. I can’t wait.”

He sighed, lowering me onto the floor.

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