Page 23 of Roulette: The Madam

Hearing his name roll off Matías’ tongue felt like much of a stroke to my clit. I rotated my hips, pushing his head further south. His lips kissed my second set before he took my swollen nub into his mouth. I shuddered, still sensitive from the orgasm I’d experienced minutes prior.

I was quickly reminded of my assigned task. The condom on the nightstand was supposed to be around Matías’ dick, but we hadn’t made it past his feasting stage. Both my pussy and the pure cocaine he stuffed his nose with had him on cloud nine.

“Matías. What’s good?”

Chino’s voice boomed through the speaker, but Matías couldn’t respond. He was face deep in my center, sucking the cream from my insides.

“Hello?”

I gripped his slippery mane, allowing him to breathe long enough to respond.

“Yes, Chino.”

“You good man? You need me to call you back.”

I shook my head, forcing him to hold the line.

“Everything is good, Chino. Everything is good.”

“With the shipment?”

Matías groaned, “Oh Chino. I have had my hands tied. The shipment has been rescheduled. I–”

“Matías. Since when has a shipment been delayed? In the history of our relationship? Man, you sure you good? Do I need to come see you? Everything alright?”

“No. No. There’s no need. You will have the dope. Two days. Give me two more days–”

“To do what?”

For the first time since learning about their relationship, Matías was more lenient. Less agitated.Calmer. His demeanor was baffling to Chino. I could hear it in his voice.

“Who Chino,” he corrected. “To do who?”

“I’m not following you right now.”

“You send me a gift and expect me not to enjoy it. Ahhh. It’s way too good. Much better than the shit I stuff up my nose. I never thought I’d find a drug more powerful than my coke. It’s pure, Chino. Grade A. Best in business. But, this is better. She is better.”

“Who?”

From his tone, I knew the wheels had began turning in Chino’s head.

“Who the fuck you talking about, Matías?”

His head disappeared between my legs, again, forcing my eyes closed just as he turned the phone around.

“Uhhhhh.”

Matías was gifted. He was a man of great skill. He rotated his tongue against my clit while sucking it like a pacifier created to soothe his discomfort.

“ROULETTE!” Chino called out.

With lust dripping from my orbs, I opened my eyes to find him staring into the camera. His handsome features contorted. His eyes had grown three times their size. Everything that once made him desirable made him ugly. My stomach turned, but the man planted between my legs flipped it back over.

“Matías must cal– uhhhh– you back, Chino.”

My spine curved. My fingertips curled. My breathing changed. So did my train of thought. I was mounting again.

“Roulette!” he yelled.

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