Page 89 of Roulette: The Madam

“Did you miss us, Princess?”

His first stroke was paralyzing. I shifted my body weight onto Israel. He accepted every pound of my frame without complaint.

The second stroke was revitalizing. I slid my arms across his shoulders and brought him closer to me to reduce the intensity.

The third and forth were personal. Pivotal. And, punishing.

“Ahhhhh— fuck.”

“Answer me,” he demanded as he hit me with the next two.

He was extracting me of my honey. It lubricated his wand, making the most consuming piece of music I’d ever composed. It was such a beautiful tune.

My silence agitated Israel. He pulled his shoulders back and forced my spine against the wall. His hand rounded myneck again. His strokes deepened. His orbs penetrated my skin, undressing me without effort.

“Answer my fucking question, Princess.”

“Yessss. Yesss!” I gushed, feeling everything around me. Inside of me. Behind me. Underneath me. My sensitivity had peaked and so had my pleasure. I was cumming.

“That’s it. That’s it, love. Show me how much.”

“Uhhhh— Israel. Uhhhh.”

“Um hmm.”

My brows tried meeting in the center of my forehead. My pussy contracted against him, encouraging his dismantling. From the contortion of his face, I knew it was near.

As he grew closer to his peak, I descended. I regained my mobility, resulting in full range of motion in my limps. The friction my back and the wall behind me provided gave me the leverage I desired. I lifted up and down, slowly, riding Israel from my hoisted position.

Yes.I’d missed him.

My pussy had too.

We’d both shown our gratitude. It was time to end his visit at our amusement park, but not before giving him lifetime access. As long as he was in good standing, he was welcomed.

“Fuck.”

One.

I began to count the squats, prepared to end the count when he came.

Two.

“Shi– shit.”

Three.

I found those orbs, demanding their undivided attention.

Four.

“Israel–”

Five.

“Prince– fuck.”

His eyelids lowered as he chased the high he was after.

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