Page 90 of Roulette: The Madam

“Eyes on me.”

His eyes widened as he tried to follow orders. It was becoming increasingly hard.

Six.

“And listen to me.”

Seven.

“By the time I pack my bag and head–”

Eight.

“Out of the door. I expect an obscene amount of money–”

Nine.

“To reach my account.”

Ten.

“This is your third time crossing that border without paying your toll.”

Eleven.

“You want to keep your account in good standing, right.”

“Fuc–”

Twelve.

“Right?”

“Yes.”

Thirteen.

“And not upset me,” I moaned.

I could eat, sleep, and wake up with him inside of me and still wouldn’t have enough of him. His dick was good. So was he.

“Yes. Whatever you want, Princess.”

Fourteen.

“I want you to cum.”

Fifteen.

His knees buckled. His head fell between my shoulder and neck. There wasn’t another stroke left in him. He came, blessingmy garden with his organic fertilizer. I squeezed my pussy muscles to clear out his hose. He shuddered against me.

“Roulette,” he groaned.

I reached below and removed his dripping wet dick from my canal. He pushed it back inside, instantly.

“That’s not my name, Israel.”

“Then what is it?” Exhausted, he chuckled.

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