Page 8 of Roulette: The Madam

I kissed his lips once more and made my way toward the bed. His pensive gaze pinned me down against the mattress. I spread my legs, taking one across the head of our latest prize. My comfort was designed by two pillows behind my back, a hand on the brown beauty’s head, and her tongue against my clit.

Familiar eyes bowed in shame. A dagger pierced my heart. My irises found Chino again.

“Roulett–” he groaned as if his pain was more valid than mine.

As if he wasn’t the one in violation of not one, but two of the three rules we’dalwaysfollowed. He removed himself from her wetness. His raw dick was offensive. My brows raised with concern, disgust, and apprehension. I masked my true feelings with a smile and a nod.

“Continue,” I demanded.

I had no interest in discontinuing their moment of passion. Being present would tell me everything I needed to know about their betrayal and the extent of their connection. Until I was completely satisfied with my wealth of knowledge and the number of orgasms I had, I wouldn’t be leaving.

They both owed me their bodies for the night. It was the least they could do to start repaying their debt. Because, instantly, they were both on my short list of debtors.

Involuntarily, my eyelids sealed themselves. My head fell backward. My center pushed forward, desperate for the gratification that was sure to come from the skillful tongue pressed against my clit.

“Mmm.”

Kiara twirled her tongue around my most sensitive nub, sucking it into her mouth after every few seconds. There was something special about a woman pleasing another woman. It was unparalleled to anything else. Because they knew exactly what women needed to reach our peak, their performance was top-tier.

Unmatched. Their desires were met through their prey. For everyone, it was a beneficial arrangement.

“Fuck,” I whispered, lifting my head slightly and opening my eyes.

Two fingers slipped into my asshole as her thumb penetrated my pussy. Her mouth never left my clit. It remained the priority.

The mounting pleasure made me squirm beneath her. Her fingers explored my interior as her tongue demolished my exterior, sending me crashing against the steep mountain top. My eyes found Chino, again.

His thrusts into Kiara were slow, methodical, and so damn forceful. Her body pushed forward each time his waist touched her ass cheeks. She felt good to him. She felt good to me. And, that revelation was enough to send me spiraling.

“Uh fuck!” I breathed out. “Oh fuck. Shit.”

Chino’s eyes never left me. He watched me as I watched him watch me unravel. My center throbbed, contracting against Kiara’s thumb. She pushed it deeper inside of me and flicked her tongue across my clit at an insane pace.

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Yesssss–”

A stream of my fluids forcefully escaped my pussy, aiming for the ceiling. The waterworks began. Kiara took advantage of the opportunity, she dug two fingers deep inside of me, twisted them upward, and beckoned for more. Because I’d been deprived for far too long, her request was granted immediately.

Shamelessly, I soaked the sheets beneath us. My chest lifted and fell dramatically as I closed my eyes, silently praying to be spared from the painful pleasure of my orgasm. Kiara was no rookie. She understood her assignment well and performed with the precision of a pro.

They–

I am not their first partner.

The thought plagued and excited me at once. Had she been the timid girl I knew her to be when it came to things of this nature, I wouldn’t have experienced her at this level. Chino had turned her out. Chino had tried to turn her intome.

As the facts began piling up, my elbows met the mattress. Chino penetrated me, giving me exactly what I’d been missing while on the island alone. I was simply a good time for the island people, but I refused to indulge in sexual activities with them.

Not because I was afraid or didn’t want to upset my partner, but because I understood the power of my pussy. I also understood and respected their way of life. I’d have the residents losing their minds and going against their culture for a taste of my nectar.

I loved what Teddy had created and didn’t care to interfere with the religious and cultural practices of his people. It was forbidden in my book because surely I’d turn them out just as Kiara had been in my absence. Though she was far from a saint, she wasn’t as seasoned as she was now.

“Uhhhhh.”

Her mouth was on my pussy again. Chino stroked me from behind, well-calculated and well-aware of where my secret button was buried inside of me. He grazed it each time he withdrew himself from the deep end.

His chest rested on my back. His breath was against my neck. His fingers were in my hair. He lowered it before pulling me up by the back of my neck. My silky bundles fell to the side, giving him unrestricted access to my spot.Hisspot.Ourspot. He kissed it gently. Then, roughly. His teeth sunk into my skin, making me clench the muscles of my pussy.

“I’ve missed you,” he revealed. “I’m sorry.”

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