Page 79 of Roulette: The Madam

I swallowed the lump of air in my throat. The room grew warmer by the second.

“Israe–”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to be inside of me?”

I nodded.”

“Israel.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes,” I breathed out, sweat forming on my forehead, “I want to be inside of you.”

“Princess–” she added.

“Yes, I want to be inside of you,Princess.”

Roulette angled her pussy toward my chest and placed her right leg on my shoulder. She slid down my dick, not stopping until our thighs collided. Her fingertips cupped my chin, guiding me back into her mouth.

Deeply, passionately, we kissed.

Slowly, passionately, I stroked her.

Lowly, passionately, she moaned against my tongue.

The sunlight scatteredacross my bedroom, promising a new chance at life. Thankful, I closed my eyes and expressed my gratitude for the Most High. I opened my eyes completely to digest the gift I’d been given.

A new day.

The hallowing of my chest shared secrets of my bedmate that I wasn’t privy to hours or even minutes prior. Disappointment swelled in my belly. My stomach knotted with hunger. My throat thickened with thirst. But, I wasn’t in the mood for food or water.

Princess.

There was only one thing I desired. OnepersonI desired. And, she was no longer here. I ran my hand down my face and released a sigh. Content wouldn’t find me today, but I was hoping that it would at least come looking.

8:22a

Saturday morning. Without a doubt, my mother had Malaya in her kitchen helping with breakfast. They would be seated and eating by 8:30a. It wasn’t a routine for my parents. It was a ritual. At any given time of the day, one looks at the clock and I would know exactly where they were and what they were doing.

They were predictable and I preferred it that way. Ramadan was in full effect, but their granddaughter’s visit would delay the breaking of their fast. For her, they’d bend the rules. It wasn’t often she was in her bedroom at their beautiful home. When she ventured back to Clarke, they would dine before the sun rose and after it fell at night, avoiding consuming food or liquids during daylight.

Malaya was visiting for the weekend and would return Sunday night. In the meantime, I was instructed to enjoy my childless weekend. But with Roulette’s disappearance, I doubted that was possible. The only person in the world that could bring me as much joy as she did was miles away. If I wanted to enjoy my weekend, she was required.

Shit. Guess I’m headed to Berkeley.

I tossed my feet over the bed and stood on the ground. My limbs stretched effortlessly. My hard dick was pointless. Roulette’s warm pussy wasn’t around to soften it. I walkedacross the room, curious if she’d left details of her exit. There were hardly any except those I’d provided.

Her trench was gone, but the shirt and briefs I’d left for her were still on the chair. Neatly folded and ready to be stored in the closet. I quickly came to the conclusion that she was in no rush to leave. She took her precious time, watching me sleep as she prolonged her escape. Naked and unfazed.

This fucking woman.

SEVEN

Two months, three weeks, five days, and sixteen hours later…

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