Page 91 of Roulette: The Madam

“You tell me. Tell me what it is,” I requested, resting my arms on his shoulders.

He pressed his lips against mine, pecking slowly before pulling back.

“Pri–”

“Mada— Oh– I uh,” Kiara’s voice echoed down the hallway, feeling like nails on a chalkboard.

Israel lowered my feet to the floor as he removed himself from my wetness. Suddenly, ending his visit at my amusement park wasn’t a priority. The spectator just a few feet away was the perfect excuse for another ride on the rollercoaster. But, I had business to handle. And, dick would only put me further behind schedule than I wanted or needed to be.

“Kiara,” I acknowledged her as my skirt slid down my legs. “It’s fine.”

“Kiara?” Israel asked with a raised brow.

He stuffed his dick back into his pants and tried composing himself. My secretion lined the waist of his slacks. He’d need to change. So would I. And possibly add panties to my wardrobe, because I would be seeping at the pussy until it was done slobbering over him and his semen had successfully exited my womb.

“Israel,” he introduced himself, extending his hand for her to shake.

Hesitantly, she accepted. “Nice to meet you. I’ve heard great things about you.”

“Unfortunately, I can’t say the same,” Israel admitted, stabbing her in her gut.

Taken aback, she remained silent. I couldn’t suppress the smile on my face.

Clocked.

“Chino has appointed me the Godfather of your–” he paused, waiting for her to confirm the gender.

“Daughter.”

“Your daughter. Right. Though we’ve talked, the gender of the child has not come up in conversation.”

“Because my plan was to wait until birth, but I couldn’t help myself.”

“Understood.”

She nodded, regaining her composure.

“Well, this won’t be our last encounter. Hopefully it’s under better circumstances next time,” he explained, turning back to face me briefly. “I will be in attendance at the shower. I’ll get the details from Chino. Stay well. Take care of yourself.”

“I will. Thank you.”

With a nod, he turned to leave. He walked past me with his bottom lip tucked in his mouth. A mere two feet away, he stopped in his tracks.

“Princess,” he called out.

“Yes?”

“Obscene amount.”

“Yes.”

“Twenty minutes.”

“Noted.”

“Until next time.”

“I look forward to it,” I replied as my lips curled upward at the thought of him inside of me.

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