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FOUR

Click.

Clack.

Click.

Clack .

The Condora Botta Alta suede, red-sole boots that hugged my thighs collided with the marble, echoing in the lobby of The Carmichael . The hotel was massive in size and one of the top three in the city.

Its beauty didn’t end in the common areas. The rooms were incredible. The penthouses were top tier. And, that’s exactly where I was headed.

“Good evening, Ma’am.”

“Good evening.”

“Evening, Ma’am.”

“Champagne?”

“No thank you.”

I declined the already fluted champagne offered as I rounded the corner that led to the elevators. The idea of both Chino and Israel in the same room, same bed, and same pussy was inebriating enough. Enhancers weren’t necessary.

A fantasy of mine that I’d never considered being part of my reality would be playing out before my very eyes in a matter of minutes. The hairs on the nape of my neck would’ve stood at attention hadn’t I gotten every inch of my body lasered two days ago.

All but the hairs in my nostrils, on my eyebrows, on my eyelashes, and on my head were gone. I was as smooth as a baby’s bottom, possibly smoother.

I’d bet my last dollar that a baby’s skin isn’t fucking with mine tonight .

The factors were constantly adding up and the ruling was emphasized each time my mind ventured toward children. I was too selfish of a person to share my life with a mini version of me. The world didn’t need two of us. It wouldn’t be standing much longer if I ever brought someone into this world that shared my personality.

Fuck them kids .

Six elevators lined the hallway. I scanned the digits on each of them to be sure I was summoning the correct cart. It had been a while since I’d stalked the halls of The Carmichael. Once satisfied with my conclusion, I pressed the correct elevator and stood two feet away.

Ding .

My spine straightened at the sound of the trolley’s arrival. I glided toward the doors and stepped inside once they opened completely. I used the hotel key that was pressed between the fabric of the red lace gloves covering my hands to illuminate the motherboard.

P1 .

Penthouse number one was the largest of the twelve that they had in the entire hotel. It was nearly the length of the thirty-eighth floor. However, P12 covered the quarter of the level that it didn’t. Once the button glowed a warm white, I stepped backward and didn’t stop moving my feet until my hands contacted the railing behind me.

I tossed my hair over my shoulder with a turn of my neck. My spine curled and my head fell backward as I closed my eyes. I tucked my button lip between my teeth while considering every possibility of the night ahead. Every scenario sounded better than the next in my head.

My body swelled with small, fine bumps. A chill ran the length of my spine, avoiding the warm parts of me that had me feeling as if I’d been immersed in flames. In the elevator, I began to unravel. I hadn’t even began the journey to the penthouse. The doors were just beginning to close.

Wham .

The unsuspected sound was startling. My hand found my waist in a split second. I watched as a long, slim hand influenced the reopening of the elevator doors. The manicured fingers belonged to a man who took good care of himself. His hygiene. His health. There wasn’t an overgrown cuticle, dirty nail, or any yellowing in sight.

My next breath jammed in my throat as the full figure came into full view. Perfectly hued brown skin stepped through the doors and onto the elevator, joining me. The man who sported it was just as sexy as he was the night I’d met him. But, sexier. Growner. Finer. And, oh so fuckable.

I swallowed the saliva that pooled at the thought of his dick in my mouth. Down my throat. In my pussy. Widening the ridges of my ass. I performed three kegels to keep the contractions of my pussy from sending me to the ground. They were intense, but so was he .

“Good evening, Roulette.”

I stood straight, narrowed my stance and straightened my spine. Naturally, I shrunk in his presence. It was only right when in the presence of a fucking legend. A man . My femininity peaked, prepared to extract everything my heart desired from him tonight.

“Israel–” I responded with a tilt of my head. I loved everything I was seeing.

He stood directly in front of me with his hands folded in front of him, resting over what I knew was a tool for digging wells and breaking levees. He was in no hurry to take his rightful place in the elevator.

His eyes were undressing me as if he wouldn’t tonight. His gaze cut through me like deli meat. And, I wanted nothing more than to fold for him.

“Like what you see?” I asked, pushing off the rail behind me.

He let a chuckle slip from his lips. It was undoubtedly the sexiest sound I’d ever heard leave a human’s mouth. My heart stopped completely, for a second, and then continued when the words began to fall from his lips.

“You’re a very beautiful woman, Roulette. Rare. But, I don’t think you needed me to confirm what you already knew.”

His eyes danced between me and the large red button that was there in case of emergencies.

“I didn’t, but it feels so good hearing it from someone else.”

“Just someone else, huh?”

“You.”

His eyes were on me and then back on the button again. His thoughts were becoming clearer with each passing second. The elevator was in no hurry to get us to our destination and I wasn’t in a rush to get there either. The supporting character of tonight’s chapter was right in front of me. The idea of him and Chino sharing their plate was alluring, but an appetizer didn’t sound bad at all.

“And Henry,” he tittered, pulling the hairs of his beard.

His head cocked leftward before he continued.

“And that other guy?”

I was amused and I was aroused. The number of words he’d just spoken were the most I’d ever heard from his mouth. Nonetheless, I wasn’t complaining. Not at all.

Matías .

I pushed forward, slammed my hand against the motherboard, and did exactly what he’d been wanting to since he stepped into the elevator. Everything stilled around us. The cart came to a complete stop. His nostrils widened.

I closed the gap between my trench and his blazer. The elevator simply wasn’t large enough for both of our inflated egos. Nevertheless, I was willing to shrink mine to accommodate his. It was commanding. Calculated. Concise. Conclusive.

Oh, Roulette, honey .

Without a doubt, I knew he’d end me tonight. Breaking me in half and piece me together with his tongue as if his saliva was glue I desperately needed. Wanted. Craved. My pussy thudded in the wake of my execution.

I stood upright, brushing against the fabric clinging to Israel’s biceps, chest, waist, and legs. He was stunning in the tailored number.

Perfection .

I appreciated a man who knew how to put that shit on. He was a well-manicured human. There wasn’t a thread out of place. Everything was customized to fit his body and his style–which was quite unique. And, captivating. And, quiet while somehow speaking volumes.

He reeked of wealth. His jewels were subtle but flamboyant in their own regard. They’d injure the iris if you stared too long. They danced in the light but performed like megastars in the dark.

My nipples hardened against his chest. Our eyes joined at some point in the space between our faces. I could feel his breath on my skin. His heartbeat on my breasts.

Cockiness seeped from his pores. He was in complete control of himself. His breathing. His thoughts. His heartbeat. His hands. His facial movement.

Me, on the other hand, was slowly crumbling. This man was heavenly and likely the closest I’d get to the pearly gates. And, if so, I was willing to settle for the slice of heaven on earth – even if only for the night .

“I take offense to being hunted without even as much as a hello.”

“Unlike the usual prey, you were aware of your status on the menu. You’d be foolish to believe I don’t observe my meal before indulging.”

“I’m not sure what to believe about you.”

“Good, because you’ll wreck that pretty head of yours believing anything that doesn’t come from my lips themselves.”

“Then how would I have known I was being studied?”

“Because knowledge is wealth, Roulette. You have a plethora of it. You understand.”

“Accurate.”

“And, you’re no stranger. To me, yes, but to the game… no. I had to know what I was getting myself into.”

“I didn’t believe you’d get yourself involved at all. But, I guess I underestimated your love for Chino.”

“Don’t believe anything about me, Roulette. I thought we established that two seconds ago.”

“And, I thought I made it clear that I didn’t believe you’d get yourself involved before you advised me against it.”

He sighed with a shake of his head. He reached behind him and released the emergency stop button. Immediately, the cart began moving again. We’d been dangling mid air and I didn’t give a damn.

“We should be going or neither of us will ever make it to the penthouse.”

“We will–” I began, “We will make it to the penthouse, Israel, and you’re going to love every second of your time inside. Inside of me . What I have to offer, the elevator won’t provide enough space or opportunity for. Trust me when I tell you that we’re going to need the room in its entirety.”

For the first time since he’d stepped foot inside of the steel box, he began to crumble. His features rose with curiosity and his mouth slacked with surprise. His heart sped up tremendously. It pressed against my trench with each beat. His breathing was no longer steady. His long lashes that were worth envying flapped three times as a sigh pushed through his lips.

“Understood?”

Slowly, he nodded, displaying his ability to read between every line I’d shared with him.

“Good.”

The quick role reversal was magnetic, but so was his manhood. I retreated back to my feminine realm as my lips pursed.

“Your presence tonight is appreciated.”

He remained silent, burning holes through me with his gaze.

Ding .

The sound of the elevator rescued me from the fire. Israel was unmoving. He remained grounded, blocking me from exiting.

“Excuse me,” I asked, politely, nodding toward the doors to remind him they’d close if I didn’t step off soon.

He didn’t budge. His dark brown orbs held my attention, not allowing me to continue my night either.

“It’s not my love for Chino that brought me here tonight,” he confessed, “I won’t give anyone the credit you deserve for my attendance.”

When he released his truth, he released me. Israel stood to the side and watched me walk off the elevator on wobbly legs as I tried suppressing the thudding between them.

“Jesus Christ,” I breathed out.

I arrived at the penthouse door after the much needed moment of silence. Israel’s footsteps behind me were awfully intimidating, but my nose never left the air and my stride never broke. I used the key to open the door and placed it on the console upon entry.

Israel allowed the door to close behind me. I waited for him to enter but after a full thirty seconds, I realized he was basking in the silence before all hell broke loose behind the door he was standing in front of.

“Roulette–”

Chino’s voice was startling as if I wasn’t expecting him. I’d known the moment he made it to the hotel, because he’d informed me and let me know that the key to the penthouse was with the concierge that would be waiting at valet for my arrival.

“Chino.”

His arms were around me before I was able to protest. As his frame covered mine, I noticed the quivering. His nerves were shattered. He was unraveling. This was far from his comfort zone, yet he was willing to do anything to get back in my good graces.

What Chino didn’t understand was he would never be the person he was to me before. He’d crossed the line to the other side, with the rest of the world, and that’s where he’d remain. It didn’t matter how much money he stuffed in my accounts, what he purchased, or who he agreed to bring to bed. Things between us ended the day I discovered Kiara’s position in his life.

I’d given him the dream of almost the entire male population and still he found a way to mismanage my selflessness. It was the very last time he’d have the privilege because from that moment on, I’d be selfish in every aspect of our nonexistent relationship. It had always been about me, but he’d turned the burner up a notch. My selfishness was on full blast, ready to roast him like a Thanksgiving turkey.

“I’ve missed you,” he admitted as he kissed my cheeks with his wet, liquor-stained lips.

Vomit threatened to surface, but I pushed it back down. Reminding myself of the broader goal kept the contents of my stomach at bay.

“As you should.”

The final word was followed by the sound of the door parting ways with the frame. Simultaneously, Chino and I turned around. And, there he stood, making everything still around us. Even time.

“El–” Chino called out. The shakiness in his voice was soothing.

Oh, this is going to hurt. Bad . I suppressed the urge to laugh like the super villian Chino would make me out to be in his story. Instead, I watched as he made his way to Israel, who stood and waited to be approached. He was uninterested in descending the two steps that led to Chino. He made him level up to greet him.

A walking metaphor , I complimented.

They embraced by first slapping palms and then meeting at the shoulders. Chino’s left shoulder. Israel’s right shoulder. Immediately, Chino stepped off to the bar and began pouring from the bottle next to an already used glass. There were two more waiting.

I could feel Israel’s eyes on me, luring me. I took the bait and followed the trail that led to all of his glory. My cheeks fluffed, peaking as I pushed the sea of saliva down my throat.

Not yet, love .

I’d be sucking the stubble off his dick tonight when I got it between my lips. The overproduction of saliva from the overworking of my glands due to the overwhelm of Israel’s presence was proof.

Shit. I groaned, inwardly. I’m going to make a mess .

My mouth gushed at the very thought. Israel would see the best of me. And, it was only one night. I was beginning to regret the time frame I’d placed on our sexual adventures.

Should’ve requested the entire weekend. A secluded beach. And, a villa .

Chino approached Israel with two drinks in his hand. He pushed one in his direction. Israel took interest in the beverage. As he lifted his hand to receive it, I intercepted.

“Uh hm–” I cleared my throat. “Do not touch that drink, Israel. I need you good and sober enough to remember every second of this night.”

Chino’s neck snapped in my direction. His eyes bulged as he stared at me from a distance. He took a look over his shoulder at his empty glass. He’d finished at least one before our arrival.

Instant regret covered his features. He then stepped closer to me and tried handing me the other drink in his hand. I shook my head, declining his offer.

“I want to remember this night, too.”

As the words left my mouth, I unfastened the long black trench. Underneath, my red, lace garments were exposed. I didn’t need to remove a single thread to have the best night of my life. The suit had been chosen carefully.

Thick, detachable strings of satin covered my nipples. An opening that ran from the baldness of my pussy beyond the crack of my ass gave easy access to my cenote.

Cenote | noun

Suh-no-tae

A natural sinkhole or well that exposes an underground body of water.

Red laced gloves clung to my hands, snaking up my arm and ending at my elbow. The red-soled boots went on for miles and miles, finally stopping at my thighs. I quickly adjusted to the slight chill of the room. My body heated as I began my journey.

I descended the steps and strutted across the floor. Slowly. Methodically . I laid my coat on the seat in front of the piano. The footsteps of both men followed me into the master bedroom where I laid my back against the cool comforter. It lowered my temperature slightly.

Ummm .

My hair surrounded me. It laid on my shoulders, tickling my skin like feathers from a bird’s back. I stretched my legs apart, introducing my hued pussy to the guest who’d graciously accepted the invitation to join Chino and I in bed. They stretched toward the ceiling and then lowered toward my ears. I was spread wide, waiting for Dr. Israel Kingston to perform his duty with his God-given tools.

“There wasn’t enough room in the elevator,” I reminded him.

My eyes landed on Israel, who was standing directly in front of me in deep thought. I slid my right hand from my ankle to my breast. Israel’s head shook from one side to the other as he unfastened the buttons on his sleeves. My hand continued to stomach, my baldness, and then my clit.

Precision was his specialty. By the time I reached my sensitive nub, he was on the third button that held his shirt together in the center.

“Don’t do that, Roulette,” he groaned, “Don’t insult me.”

My hand fell onto the bed. I never saw him coming. I never noticed his movement. But, suddenly, his knees were on the floor and his tongue was against my flesh. I almost burst from pure adrenaline. My legs lowered, crowding the space between his ears and my thighs.

“Un unnn–” he commanded, “Open back up.”

His lips were wet and so was his tongue. I obliged, refusing to be defeated within the first five seconds of the dream I’d suffered through many nights. It required every ounce of strength within me, but I managed to spread my legs to his appeasement.

“Uhhhhhh–” The first moan forced itself from my throat with promises of bringing company.

Chino’s warm mouth hovered over my breast, breathing down on me with labored, deep breaths. He pushed the thick strap aside with his teeth and then buried my pebbled nipple in his mouth. Involuntarily, my head fell back onto the bed and my eyelids joined. My stomach imploded as my spine curled.

Israel’s tongue twirled around my clit before he sucked it into his warmth. And, once it was secured, the twirling continued. My body rocked against the sheets. Gratification was pounding my center. Every inch of my body grew sensitive.

“Fuuuuuuuuck.”

Two men.

Four hands.

Six legs.

The bulge in Israel’s slacks didn’t go unnoticed. His pace made so much sense now. He was accommodating his third leg. Carrying it around the city couldn’t be an easy task.

“Yessss–”

Chino moved from one nipple to the other. He was no longer clothed in black joggers. They were at his waist, his dick was hard, and my mouth had pooled with saliva. Though I was done with its owner for the choices he’d made, his dick had nothing to do with our beef. Not tonight, anyway.

It was an accessory to the tragedy. Chino was the mastermind. It had little choice in the matter, which I took into account as it pled its case with its stiffness.

I used my right hand to pull it into my mouth. Chino’s entire body softened against me. His nerve endings began to rejoin one another.

I massaged his balls as I bobbed my head, taking him deeper in my mouth with each stroke of my throat. He was so familiar to me. For six years I’d been learning what makes him cum, collapse, groan, moan, wince, shrink, expand, and weak to his knees.

For six years I’d studied him like a weekly exam. For six years… and it meant absolutely nothing at this moment. Because, though it was Chino’s dick down my throat, it was Israel’s face I was seeing as I allowed saliva to coat his skin.

“Shit, baby–”

Just as his voice became a distraction, Israel pulled me back into the moment, drowning me in pleasure. I slowed the strokes of my mouth to a creep as he slid two fingers inside of me. He turned them upward, finding the ridges that would send me into an abyss.

“Yesssss. Uhhhhh— yessss.”

He didn’t nibble. He didn’t bite. He didn’t poke at his food. He ate. And, he ate well. He held my clit hostage, internally and externally, building my anticipation and inclination at once.

My breath hiked in my chest. I struggled to release it as my secretion began its way to Israel’s mouth. My entire body tensed as I exploded. Lava flowed from my volcano, staining his beard, mustache, and fingers.

“Isrrrrrraaa— Ohhhhh– fuc— I’m cummmm— Ummmm.”

My well had sprang a leak. I soiled the bed beneath me and the man in front of me. His face and clothes consumed my ejaculation like a washcloth.

Once.

Twice.

Three fucking times.

Four fucking times .

“Please,” I begged, unable to manage any longer. My suffering was real.

“Amen.”

Israel ended his meal with a biblical reference, stopping my heart completely. However, he restarted it with a simple touch of my thigh. He kissed my lower set of lips. My body jolted each time he made contact.

“Good girl, Madam.”

He patted my pussy with his hand, making a splash of my personal pad. My spine curled as my sensitivity peaked. Israel was ruthless.

Our eyes met as he stood up onto his feet. Chino had long ago disappeared. There was only us in the room.

Me.

Israel.

And, Israel .

I pulled him back into my mouth, emphasizing my adoration for the tip of his dick. He lowered his pants at the bottom of the bed. His briefs were next to go. What he presented came as no surprise to me.

Beautiful . I whined, still coming down from the high I was on. My reel had yet to end.

He exposed the prettiest brown jack hammer I’d ever seen in my life. I was certain it could uplift concrete and part the Red Sea. His African American roots demolished his Arabic blood in the genetic pool.

He glared at me through unreadable orbs that condemned me in the most precious, polite manner. Still, I understood his disapproval. His discomfort.

He closed the distance between us, returning to my pussy with his tool in-hand. His thumb swiped across my slit, forcing me to lower my legs. I was in no condition to experience more clitoral stimulation.

One.

Twice.

And, a final time, he tapped his thickness against my pussy.

“Fucccc– Oh, Israeeeeeeeel.”

He entered me unannounced. There was no warning. Verbally. Physically. Nothing. Upon entry, I felt my orgasm mount, again. I was near that special place and he’d barely breached the first four inches of my cenote.

My entire body folded. It curled toward Israel, in search of something to hang onto. There was nothing. Nothing but him, so I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer to me.

He pushed deeper, reaching the end of my road and his. This time, when my chest pressed against him, his breathing wasn’t steady. Neither was his heartbeat. He was a mess.

“Goddamn–” he whispered.

Baffled, I watched as he retrieved his weapon from my river. He stood upright, squaring his shoulders and straightening his face. His dick was coated with cream that slid to the tip and onto the floor as the seconds passed, and we all adapted to the silence and lack of movement.

Israel looked over at Chino and then back to me. I waited with bated breaths for something, anything. I didn’t have words to fill the gap in our connection. I didn’t think any of us did. Until finally, he spoke.

“We’re going to need some privacy,” he admitted to Chino.

Oh fuck. I’m going to cum again .

I could feel the muscles in my face relax as Chino’s contorted. Twisted and knotted, they formed a scowl unlike anything I’d ever seen on his handsome face.

“With all due respect, my nigg–”

“I’m not asking for respect tonight, Chino. In fact, I’m not asking for shit. I’m telling you we’re going to need some privacy.”

Israel. You’re after a girl’s heart, huh?

“That wasn’t the fucking plan.” Chino’s chest inflated.

Like a raging bull, steam escaped his ears and nose. He was livid. It was written all over his face. His stance had changed. So had his mind. He quickly learned that agreeing to Israel joining us in bed was not the wisest decision. But, neither was inviting Kiara. He’d played. I’d played better and didn’t need a baby to conquer the scoreboard.

“Lower your voice,” Israel ordered.

“I’m a grown ass man.”

“Then show me–” Israel challenged with a smirk, unfazed by Chino’s antics.

“That wasn’t the fucking plan,” he repeated.

“Plans change,” I expressed, sitting upright in the bed.

“Roulett–”

“I didn’t plan to walk in and find my manager bent over getting love strokes from my man. Neither did I plan to see a pregnant belly. But, plans change. So do minds. So do hearts. Please–” I paused, laying my back against the comforter. “Excuse us.”

The wind from his abrupt and highly anticipated exit lifted a few strands of hair on my head.

“Feels better in here already,” I whispered.

As the words left my mouth, Israel took another step back from the bed. Soundlessly, he demanded my presence. I lifted from the bed and fell to my knees. His cream-coated dick stood at attention. My depleted appetite was instantly revived.

I drew as much saliva in my mouth as I possibly could and pushed it out at once.

Puh!

His body jerked forward as the contents of my mouth landed on the tip of his tool. Before I had the opportunity to surround him with my jaws, his hand was around my neck and his chin was near his chest. He peered down at me, lust blurring faded lines of fantasy and reality for us both.

“You’re the prettiest on your knees, Roulette.”

“It costs to keep me here.”

“My pockets are deep and my dick is good, habibi. I think I can manage.”

A smile widened my lips.

“Good then.”

His hand migrated to the back of my head. Slowly, he guided his dick into my warmth. With my teeth separated and my tongue pressed against the bottom of my mouth, I accepted his girth. Two veins, visible on his forehead, protruded as his features contorted.

His soft brown skin was a result of his melanin levels. He was beautiful. His Arabic and African American lineages combined to give him unique features that weren’t seen very often. He was in possession of skin that I would nearly kill for.

My aesthetician was paid well to keep my pores tight and my skin tone even across my entire body. Israel was made that way. So many others were, but I assume God felt as though he’d gifted me enough and left that one off my lengthy list of aesthetically pleasing additions.

“Shiiiii– t–”

Pleasure was smeared across his handsome face. The sounds that erupted in the silence heated my center. Though distressed, it was for all the right reasons. Israel was coming undone before my very eyes.

“ Fuck . Suck that motherfucker,” he whined, sending a chill up my spine.

His words of encouragement manifested a wetter, slicker mouth. Bubbles appeared, creating a foamy consistency that helped me glide up and down his dick with ease. I gathered his testicles in my hand and massaged them like stress balls, rotating them carefully.

“Mmmm.”

I twirled my tongue around his head as I sucked him deeper into my mouth. His body inched backward, disturbing the peace his stress relievers were offering. I lifted my left hand and rounded his thighs to reach his right ass cheek. I pulled him closer, pulled him into me. Pulled him up to me.

“Uhhhhh–”

My gag reflex awakened as the tip of his dick threatened to enter the canal that led to my stomach and internal organs. I didn’t cower. I accepted the challenge.

“Argh– Argh–”

My stomach folded. My eyes watered. And, tears fell down my cheeks as I looked up at Israel. Silently pleading for more. Crying for more. Begging for more. Desperately wanting more.

“Big fucking girl,” he grunted, pulling himself from my jaws.

His fingers tightened around my face as he leaned down, looking me square in the eyes. Words failed him, but I understood everything he was saying. Feeling. Thinking. Disgruntled by his delusion, he opened his mouth and a wad of saliva gathered in my mouth.

I clenched my walls. My pussy oozed with the same lustfulness that was heavy on my eyelids, my heart, my head, and my limbs. I desperately wanted Israel inside of me. And not for a little while. I wanted him to lay in it. Fall asleep in it. Wake up in it. Work in it. Nap in it. And, then, fall asleep in it again.

“You’re driving me insane, Roulette.”

He ushered me from the floor to the bed. I turned around, prepared to place my palms against the bed. Israel disregarded my intentions, twisted my body around and pushed me onto the sheets.

“You’re far too pretty for that, love. I want to see your face when I’m fucking you.”

He slid me to the edge of the bed and pushed my legs apart.

“Hold them ankles and don’t let them motherfuckers go,” he insisted.

One at a time, I grabbed my ankles, stretching my body while simultaneously giving him the most incredible view of his life.

“Likeso?”

“Just like that, Madam .”

Hearing Madam fall from his lips with ease, knowing that it didn’t mean the same for him as it meant for everyone else. He was addressing me, a woman, politely and respectfully, although he had every intention of disrespecting me tonight by shoving dick down my throat and down my well. He was addressing me as a woman in a higher position than others. Not as a woman that heads a stable of women, sex workers, and dancers.

Two fingers entered me, turned upward, and began massaging my insides. Israel’s thumb brushed up against my clit, forcing me to rotate my hips.

“Uhhhh—fuc–”

Just as I felt the first wave of my orgasm, he ejected his fingers.

“Fuckkkkk!” I squealed, unhappy with his decision to deprive me.

“Isra–”

“You cum when I am ready for you to cum.”

“Israe–”

“You cum when I am ready for you to cum.”

“Israe– uhhhh?—”

I loosened my grip around my ankle, dropped my right hand, and placed my index and middle fingers on my clit and began rubbing. I was too close. It was too promising. And, waiting for him to approve my instant gratification was completely out of the question.

My disobedience was disappointing. His nostrils flared as he released a sharp breath. He grabbed my right hand, separated my index and middle fingers, and placed them into his mouth. He cleaned them one by one with his tongue, removing any traces of my personal lubrication.

Once he freed them, he leaned over me. His dick pressed against my center. His hand closed around my neck. His lips lowered, forcing my eyes off his and onto the fluffy, naturally plump demons.

“You cum when I’m ready for you to cum. Play with me if you want, Roulette, and I won’t let you cum until sunrise. Understood?”

My gaze lingered, digesting his beauty.

“Understood?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

He entered me. Right then. Right there. With our faces just inches apart. My legs in the air. My hands around my ankles. And, finally, his lips on mine.

“Uhhhhhh–” I gasped, needing to grab ahold of something connected to him.

“Hold them fucking ankles, Roulette,” he chastised as my hands dropped onto his shoulders.

He was audacious with his strokes. They grew deeper and harder each time he exited and reentered me. He was digging into my tunnel, coaxing my water from its well.

“Mmmmm– yssss?—”

Our tongues slow danced. He was an impressive kisser. Skilled. Passionate. Confident. He roamed my mouth as if it wasn’t his first time visiting. I allowed it.

With him, I was quickly understanding that I’d allow almost anything, including letting him enter my oasis without payment. He was the first of a few things I’d experienced. But, luckily, that all ended tonight.

One night only . I reminded myself.

Technically, tonight had cost Chino two million dollars. He had paid to see me fuck the man he looked up to and took advice from weekly. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

The thought brought a smile to my face as Israel acquainted himself with the extent of my oral care. My mouth was in pristine condition. So was my pussy, and he was enjoying them both.

“Uhhh. Yessss. Yessss!”

My fingers locked around my ankles as Israel dug into me.

Wham.

Wham

Wham.

Wham .

Our bodies slammed into each other with each stroke.

“ Umph .” Groans that left his body serenaded mine.

He surrounded me. His hands found my hips and made themselves a home. His dick reached the depths of me. His eyes covered me completely, never leaving my frame.

The sound of our bodies connecting became my favorite melody. Together, they made the most beautiful tunes. The music we made was in a genre of its own. It was both soft and serious. Subtle and sweet. Anxious and patient. Slow and sacred. Sensual and sexy. Deep. Demanding. Dramatic. Drunkened. And, so damn good.

Fuck . I caved, unable to withstand the intensity of the moment. Of him. Of us. Together, as one.

“I’m gonna cu– m ,” I announced.

His permission was requested. My position had changed. Submission suppressed my urge to do as I pleased. Israel extinguished my desire to lead.

He was dominant by nature. He hadn’t learned the skill. He was born to command. And, for the first time in my life, I was wondering if I was born to follow. The idea left an awful taste in my mouth, but the remnants of Israel overpowered the bitterness.

“Then, cum,” he suggested, taking a thumb to my clit.

I buckled. My body numbed and became hyper-sensitive simultaneously. The room grew silent with each passing second. I could no longer hear the words coming from Israel’s mouth, but there was no doubt in my mind that he was whispering sweet nothings. His lips were easy to read.