Page 62 of Roulette: The Madam

“Amen.”

Israel ended his meal with a biblical reference, stopping my heart completely. However, he restarted it with a simple touch of my thigh. He kissed my lower set of lips. My body jolted each time he made contact.

“Good girl, Madam.”

He patted my pussy with his hand, making a splash of my personal pad. My spine curled as my sensitivity peaked. Israel was ruthless.

Our eyes met as he stood up onto his feet. Chino had long ago disappeared. There was only us in the room.

Me.

Israel.

And, Israel.

I pulled him back into my mouth, emphasizing my adoration for the tip of his dick. He lowered his pants at the bottom of thebed. His briefs were next to go. What he presented came as no surprise to me.

Beautiful. I whined, still coming down from the high I was on. My reel had yet to end.

He exposed the prettiest brown jack hammer I’d ever seen in my life. I was certain it could uplift concrete and part the Red Sea. His African American roots demolished his Arabic blood in the genetic pool.

He glared at me through unreadable orbs that condemned me in the most precious, polite manner. Still, I understood his disapproval. His discomfort.

He closed the distance between us, returning to my pussy with his tool in-hand. His thumb swiped across my slit, forcing me to lower my legs. I was in no condition to experience more clitoral stimulation.

One.

Twice.

And, a final time, he tapped his thickness against my pussy.

“Fucccc– Oh, Israeeeeeeeel.”

He entered me unannounced. There was no warning. Verbally. Physically. Nothing. Upon entry, I felt my orgasm mount, again. I was near that special place and he’d barely breached the first four inches of my cenote.

My entire body folded. It curled toward Israel, in search of something to hang onto. There was nothing. Nothing but him, so I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer to me.

He pushed deeper, reaching the end of my road and his. This time, when my chest pressed against him, his breathing wasn’t steady. Neither was his heartbeat. He was a mess.

“Goddamn–” he whispered.

Baffled, I watched as he retrieved his weapon from my river. He stood upright, squaring his shoulders and straightening his face. His dick was coated with cream that slid to the tip and ontothe floor as the seconds passed, and we all adapted to the silence and lack of movement.

Israel looked over at Chino and then back to me. I waited with bated breaths for something, anything. I didn’t have words to fill the gap in our connection. I didn’t think any of us did. Until finally, he spoke.

“We’re going to need some privacy,” he admitted to Chino.

Oh fuck. I’m going to cum again.

I could feel the muscles in my face relax as Chino’s contorted. Twisted and knotted, they formed a scowl unlike anything I’d ever seen on his handsome face.

“With all due respect, my nigg–”

“I’m not asking for respect tonight, Chino. In fact, I’m not asking for shit. I’mtellingyou we’re going to need some privacy.”

Israel. You’re after a girl’s heart, huh?

“That wasn’t the fucking plan.” Chino’s chest inflated.

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