Page 67 of Roulette: The Madam

Clack.

My heels sounded against the concrete. I pressed my hand against the cold, silver pole that ran the length of the glass that created the barrier between guests and their deaths. Survival from this level was impossible.

I sighed, releasing all the negative energy that was clouding my thoughts as of lately. There was so much to be thankful for, almost too much according to the life of the average person. Tonight, all that was hindering me would be left on this balcony.

I exhaled a second time. And, then a third. I turned and pressed my ass against the glass, finding Israel in his naked glory, glaring.

“Are you going to say anything or just—stare?”

“I don’t think there’s much to say, Roulette.”

“You haven’t cum,” I reminded him.

“This night isn’t about my satisfaction. It’s about yours.”

“Usually, I’d agree, but tonight, my generosity precedes me.”

“I’m flattered.”

“You should be.”

“What is it that you’re suggesting, Madam?”

“A seat.”

Israel didn’t protest. He pulled the nearest chair from underneath the table and had a seat. The constant revolving of roles was intriguing. His submission was clear. But, his dominance was just as evident. Still, he was willing to take the backseat as I led. We were one in the same.

I lessened the distance between us. My right hand lowered onto his head. I used my index finger to discover his chin. Like a magnet to metal, I was drawn to his lips. Mine sunk until they were against them, pressing softly.

One time.

Two times.

Three times.

And then a fourth parted them completely. So easily lost in his world, I pulled back before I was too consumed with Israel. In order to remain level-headed, I ended the kiss. But, the passion lingered, forcing me to turn around and reach for my ankles.

My creaminess stared Israel in his face. He scooted to the edge of his seat and rounded my thighs with his arms. Hungrily, he buried his face between my ass cheeks. His audacity was invigorating.

I could feel his tongue familiarizing itself with each ridge of my asshole. One by one. Millimeter by millimeter.

“Yesssss.”

It was my pussy he devoured next. They were already acquainted but he quickly reintroduced himself. His tongue sharpened and pressed into my tunnel.

“Ughhhhh–”

He removed his tongue from my pussy and revisited his last location. It parted my asshole, embarking on new territory and sending me into another stratosphere. He didn’t stay for long before entering my tunnel again. And, then back to my forbidden hole. Then, back again.

“Israel,” I cried out, unable to keep steady on my legs.

I pulled away, putting a healthy distance between us. The smile that creased the dimples in his face interrupted my breathing cycle. My heart thumped against my chest cavity as I struggled to regain control of my system.

Offended by his humor, I stepped closer and fell to the ground. My knees made contact with the concrete. I pulled his hard dick into my mouth and began bobbing my head to the imaginary beat in my head. There was no time to be wasted. So, I didn’t let a full second go by before stuffing Israel into my mouth completely.

I wrapped my right hand around the bottom of his shaft. The left collected his balls. Together, we twisted, massaged, and sucked him to the point of no return.

Israel’s body tensed. He caressed my arms, running his hands up and down them both as I repaid the tab he’d taken care of twice in the last twenty-five minutes.

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