Page 66 of Roulette: The Madam

You’re so fucking pretty.

Let it go, Roulette.

Let me feel you.

Let go.

Involuntarily, I closed my eyes. The pressure was far too great. His face was far too handsome. His lips were far too precious. His presence was far too overwhelming. His stroke was far too good.

“Urghhhhhhh–”

My entire body pressed into the mattress. Its temperature rose ten degrees, engulfing me in heat. Fireworks burst behind my eyelids and throughout my frame.

“Oh fuc–”

“That’s it, baby. That’s it.”

Slowly, everything around me began to make sense again. I was no longer underwater. Israel was no longer on mute. But, the battle was far from over.

He was still stroking my clit with his thumb like his favorite guitar. My facial muscles strained as my top lip drew backward, cheeks fattened, eyebrows raced to my forehead, and eyelids squeezed together.

“Isra— oooooh fuccccc– Ummmmmm.”

My hands slammed against the bed as my legs tried meeting each other at the center of my body. Israel didn’t allow it. He drilled into me, unlocking the passage to my private island.

I burst.

“There you go, love.”

“Uhhhh. Fuck!”

He increased the speed of his thumb. The pressure of my ejaculation pushed him from my canal.

“Let that shit go.”

When he finally released me, my spine straightened and I lay flat against the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

What the fuck?I cried inwardly, realizing Israel wasn’t interested or near his end.

He was prepared to drain my pussy for the rest of the night if my body would allow. And, while that was impressive, it was intimidating as well. His selflessness would lead me to oblivion. Though unnerved by the direction of our night, I was curious and up for the challenge.

Don’t give out on me, girl.I warned my pocketbook.

The sheets beneath me were soaked. My lingerie was drenched. Israel was dripping with my gratitude.

He leaned forward and pulled me up from the bed. On wobbly legs, I stood before him, waiting for instructions. His hand closed around my throat. His tongue entered my mouth.

Together, we climbed down from the peak where he’d perched me. By the hand, he guided me down, slowly. And, when he felt as though we’d reached steady ground, he retracted, pulling his tongue from my mouth, leaving me to support my own weight.

“You did a phenomenal job, habibi” he complimented as he placed his fingers underneath the waistline of my lingerie.

He pushed downward, stripping me of the garment. I stepped out of the bottom half. He pulled upward on the top, freeing me of the threads completely.

Israel took me by the hand and led me toward the end of the master bedroom of the suite. The night breeze kissed my skin as we exited. The city skyline illuminated the night. The view from the top floor ofThe Carmichaelwas breathtaking.

I exhaled, taking it all in. The lack of threads was liberating. I’d never felt more free. Israel let my hand fall by my side, allowing me to roam the wrap-around balcony without his company.

Click.

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