Page 68 of Roulette: The Madam

“Shit,” he moaned, stroking my pussy without making direct contact.

He was unable to remain poised. I felt the bulge swell at the base of his shaft. I worked it upward, near the head of his dick.

“Fuck. This dick ’bout to cum,” he confessed.

And, as the words left his mouth, his dick left mine. I straightened my spine and stood at my full potential.

“Roul–”

“You cum when I’m ready for you to cum,” I explained.

Defeated, he looked up at me with desperation lining his orbs. I placed a foot beside him in the oversized chair. The second foot lifted me completely off the ground. I replaced the warmth of my mouth with the warmth of my pussy. Effortlessly, I slid down onto Israel.

Simultaneously, we released satisfying moans. His head fell toward his chest. I lifted his chin with my index finger.

“Eyes on me,” I demanded. “Understood?”

He nodded, but somehow it just wasn’t enough. I rose to the tip of his dick and halted.

“Words. Use your words, Israel.”

“Roulet–”

“Words.”

“Yes,” he responded.

I lowered my body into his lap.

Up.

Down.

Up.

Down.

Israel grabbed both of my ass cheeks. However, he didn’t display an ounce of energy or strength. He wasn’t interested in determining my speed or the length of my squat. He simply couldn’t help himself.

His eyes grew heavier each time my cheeks pressed his hands against his thighs. He was losing himself. He was caught up in the rapture of our connection.

“Eyes on me, Israel.”

“I’m ’bout to nut,” he warned.

My lips curled into a smile.

“I would like that,” I admitted. “I would like that a lot.”

“Ugh,” he moaned, his face contorting as he tried his hardest to hold back.

“Don’t do that, Israel.”

I bounced up and down, pushing his hands away so he could hear that sweet sound of my ass cheeks colliding with his thighs.

Skin to skin.

Wham.

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