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FIVE

Cum on this motherfucker, love.

That’s it. Don’t fight it.

You feel so fucking good.

You’re so fucking pretty.

Let it go, Roulette.

Let me feel you.

Let go.

Involuntarily, I closed my eyes. The pressure was far too great. His face was far too handsome. His lips were far too precious. His presence was far too overwhelming. His stroke was far too good.

“Urghhhhhhh–”

My entire body pressed into the mattress. Its temperature rose ten degrees, engulfing me in heat. Fireworks burst behind my eyelids and throughout my frame.

“Oh fuc–”

“That’s it, baby. That’s it.”

Slowly, everything around me began to make sense again. I was no longer underwater. Israel was no longer on mute. But, the battle was far from over.

He was still stroking my clit with his thumb like his favorite guitar. My facial muscles strained as my top lip drew backward, cheeks fattened, eyebrows raced to my forehead, and eyelids squeezed together.

“Isra— oooooh fuccccc– Ummmmmm.”

My hands slammed against the bed as my legs tried meeting each other at the center of my body. Israel didn’t allow it. He drilled into me, unlocking the passage to my private island.

I burst.

“There you go, love.”

“Uhhhh. Fuck!”

He increased the speed of his thumb. The pressure of my ejaculation pushed him from my canal.

“Let that shit go.”

When he finally released me, my spine straightened and I lay flat against the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

What the fuck? I cried inwardly, realizing Israel wasn’t interested or near his end.

He was prepared to drain my pussy for the rest of the night if my body would allow. And, while that was impressive, it was intimidating as well. His selflessness would lead me to oblivion. Though unnerved by the direction of our night, I was curious and up for the challenge.

Don’t give out on me, girl. I warned my pocketbook.

The sheets beneath me were soaked. My lingerie was drenched. Israel was dripping with my gratitude.

He leaned forward and pulled me up from the bed. On wobbly legs, I stood before him, waiting for instructions. His hand closed around my throat. His tongue entered my mouth.

Together, we climbed down from the peak where he’d perched me. By the hand, he guided me down, slowly. And, when he felt as though we’d reached steady ground, he retracted, pulling his tongue from my mouth, leaving me to support my own weight.

“You did a phenomenal job, habibi” he complimented as he placed his fingers underneath the waistline of my lingerie.

He pushed downward, stripping me of the garment. I stepped out of the bottom half. He pulled upward on the top, freeing me of the threads completely.

Israel took me by the hand and led me toward the end of the master bedroom of the suite. The night breeze kissed my skin as we exited. The city skyline illuminated the night. The view from the top floor of The Carmichael was breathtaking.

I exhaled, taking it all in. The lack of threads was liberating. I’d never felt more free. Israel let my hand fall by my side, allowing me to roam the wrap-around balcony without his company.

Click.

Clack.

My heels sounded against the concrete. I pressed my hand against the cold, silver pole that ran the length of the glass that created the barrier between guests and their deaths. Survival from this level was impossible.

I sighed, releasing all the negative energy that was clouding my thoughts as of lately. There was so much to be thankful for, almost too much according to the life of the average person. Tonight, all that was hindering me would be left on this balcony.

I exhaled a second time. And, then a third. I turned and pressed my ass against the glass, finding Israel in his naked glory, glaring.

“Are you going to say anything or just— stare ?”

“I don’t think there’s much to say, Roulette.”

“You haven’t cum,” I reminded him.

“This night isn’t about my satisfaction. It’s about yours.”

“Usually, I’d agree, but tonight, my generosity precedes me.”

“I’m flattered.”

“You should be.”

“What is it that you’re suggesting, Madam?”

“A seat.”

Israel didn’t protest. He pulled the nearest chair from underneath the table and had a seat. The constant revolving of roles was intriguing. His submission was clear. But, his dominance was just as evident. Still, he was willing to take the backseat as I led. We were one in the same.

I lessened the distance between us. My right hand lowered onto his head. I used my index finger to discover his chin. Like a magnet to metal, I was drawn to his lips. Mine sunk until they were against them, pressing softly.

One time.

Two times.

Three times .

And then a fourth parted them completely. So easily lost in his world, I pulled back before I was too consumed with Israel. In order to remain level-headed, I ended the kiss. But, the passion lingered, forcing me to turn around and reach for my ankles.

My creaminess stared Israel in his face. He scooted to the edge of his seat and rounded my thighs with his arms. Hungrily, he buried his face between my ass cheeks. His audacity was invigorating.

I could feel his tongue familiarizing itself with each ridge of my asshole. One by one. Millimeter by millimeter.

“Yesssss.”

It was my pussy he devoured next. They were already acquainted but he quickly reintroduced himself. His tongue sharpened and pressed into my tunnel.

“Ughhhhh–”

He removed his tongue from my pussy and revisited his last location. It parted my asshole, embarking on new territory and sending me into another stratosphere. He didn’t stay for long before entering my tunnel again. And, then back to my forbidden hole. Then, back again.

“Israel,” I cried out, unable to keep steady on my legs.

I pulled away, putting a healthy distance between us. The smile that creased the dimples in his face interrupted my breathing cycle. My heart thumped against my chest cavity as I struggled to regain control of my system.

Offended by his humor, I stepped closer and fell to the ground. My knees made contact with the concrete. I pulled his hard dick into my mouth and began bobbing my head to the imaginary beat in my head. There was no time to be wasted. So, I didn’t let a full second go by before stuffing Israel into my mouth completely.

I wrapped my right hand around the bottom of his shaft. The left collected his balls. Together, we twisted, massaged, and sucked him to the point of no return.

Israel’s body tensed. He caressed my arms, running his hands up and down them both as I repaid the tab he’d taken care of twice in the last twenty-five minutes.

“Shit,” he moaned, stroking my pussy without making direct contact.

He was unable to remain poised. I felt the bulge swell at the base of his shaft. I worked it upward, near the head of his dick.

“Fuck. This dick ’bout to cum,” he confessed.

And, as the words left his mouth, his dick left mine. I straightened my spine and stood at my full potential.

“Roul–”

“You cum when I’m ready for you to cum,” I explained.

Defeated, he looked up at me with desperation lining his orbs. I placed a foot beside him in the oversized chair. The second foot lifted me completely off the ground. I replaced the warmth of my mouth with the warmth of my pussy. Effortlessly, I slid down onto Israel.

Simultaneously, we released satisfying moans. His head fell toward his chest. I lifted his chin with my index finger.

“Eyes on me,” I demanded. “Understood?”

He nodded, but somehow it just wasn’t enough. I rose to the tip of his dick and halted.

“Words. Use your words, Israel.”

“Roulet–”

“Words.”

“Yes,” he responded.

I lowered my body into his lap.

Up.

Down.

Up.

Down .

Israel grabbed both of my ass cheeks. However, he didn’t display an ounce of energy or strength. He wasn’t interested in determining my speed or the length of my squat. He simply couldn’t help himself.

His eyes grew heavier each time my cheeks pressed his hands against his thighs. He was losing himself. He was caught up in the rapture of our connection.

“Eyes on me, Israel.”

“I’m ’bout to nut,” he warned.

My lips curled into a smile.

“I would like that,” I admitted. “I would like that a lot.”

“Ugh,” he moaned, his face contorting as he tried his hardest to hold back.

“Don’t do that, Israel.”

I bounced up and down, pushing his hands away so he could hear that sweet sound of my ass cheeks colliding with his thighs.

Skin to skin.

Wham.

Wham.

Wham.

Wham .

“Ahhh– fuck,” he grunted. “I’m ’bout to–”

“That’s it. That’s it. Just like that.”

“Where you want this shi– Urgh–”

“Right where it is,” I shared, challenging him to match the energy I was giving.

I should’ve known he wouldn’t bluff, but his willingness to do exactly as he was told confirmed his risk level. He was foolish and so was I. Nevertheless, we only lived once, according to scientists . I was going to fuck this nigga good tonight.

Tomorrow wasn’t promised to either of us. I wanted him wasting away in his grave with a hard dick because I was the last person on his mind. This pussy. This night. This skyline. This balcony. This moment. This nut.

His semen filled me. His body surrounded me. His breathing lulled me to unknown territory. I wanted nothing more at the moment. Everything was well. All things were aligned.

WHAM .

The rattling of the door as it slammed into the frame stirred me from my sleep. I wasn’t sure when I’d dozed off or how long I’d been asleep, but the power nap simply wasn’t enough. Israel had depleted me of my energy. I wouldn’t be able to recover for another twenty-four hours. I desperately needed the rest that Chino’s scowl and heavy feet were interrupting.

The balcony chair.

The balcony railing.

The kitchen.

The piano.

The living room.

The shower.

No surface went untouched before Israel’s departure. I couldn’t be sure when he left because I was already under clean, dry sheets with my head in the clouds when he exited.

“Get up,” Chino yelled, irritating me to my core.

“Nigga, if you don’t lay the fuck down and leave me alone, we’re both going to be getting up out of this motherfucker. And, not because we want to but because the staff is requesting our swift exit.”

“Roulette, I’m not fucking around, get up. You need to tell me what this shit was really about. That stunt you pulled– agreeing to privacy with this nigga. That was never the plan. Had I known you would’ve f–”

“Had you known what, Chino?” I asked, sitting up in bed. “Huh? Because I made it clear to you that Israel was fucked, whether you were there to witness it or not. Please spare me.”

“Spare you? Fuck you mean spare you? You on some bullshit. I see that now. You been wanting to fuck that nigga. That’s all that is.”

“And have. But, I respected the rules, Chino. You know– the rules you didn’t follow that led to you fucking Kiara, getting her pregnant, and falling in love? Don’t insult me, nigga. Don’t play me for a fool. You’re chasing after me knowing good, goddamn well y’all done caught feelings.

“Why? Because you want your cake and to eat that shit too. And, I don’t fault you because that’s what it’s for. But, I’ve been ignoring my sweet tooth and staying cavity free. Unfortunately, that health streak has ended and I’m ready to devour my cake, too.”

I pulled the cover back over me and slid down on the bed.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m trying to get some rest. I just got the best dick of my life and you want to come in here nagging me and shit. Nigga, please get the fuck– get far!”

“You a foul ass bitch,” he scoffed, making his way to the side of the bed where I was laying.

I gripped my pistol underneath the pillow and waited for his arrival. Disrespecting me was his first mistake.

“And a made bitch. A smart bitch. A happy bitch. A healthy bitch. A wealthy bitch. A ruthless bitch. A reckless bitch. And, a strapped bitch. So, play if you want to, and I will show you who is the bigger bitch between us bitches.”

“You fucked the nigga that’s like my fucking pops.”

“You’re pathetic for thinking a nigga only five years your senior is like your pops,” I expressed, “Should’ve been the first red flag, but meeting Israel was. I knew then I’d chosen the wrong friend. See, Israel is more of my speed. You– well, you were decent enough. Paid enough. Fucked good enough. And, made perfect sense until Israel made better sense. But, we’d made a pact and I’m loyal to a fault. Shit, my loyalty might be my only fault. Nevertheless, I was loyal to a nigga that was loyal to one thing–his dick. So, if you think I give a fuck about how you feel, please think again, Chino. I don’t.”

“You been waiting to fuck this nigga.” He chuckled, sarcastically.

“If I’d known his dick was that good, I wouldn’t have. I’ll be kicking my own ass for the next twenty years for waiting at all. He should’ve been fucked within an hour of our introduction. Silly me. But, that night and so many more he’s been the source of my relief, appearing behind my lids whenever I close my eyes to get to that sacred place. I’m a little sad though– realizing the man is so much more pleasurable than the imagination.” I sighed.

Chino’s arm pressed into my skin as he yanked me up from the bed. As soon as my feet touched the ground, my Glock touched his temple. I had every reason to pull the trigger, but I didn’t. I couldn’t.

Though Chino meant nothing to me now. It wasn’t always the case. And, that small piece of me that still cared about him as a human and not a lover wouldn’t allow me to end his life. There was a child that would spend their entire life hearing about how great of a father her dad could’ve been and I couldn’t have that on my conscience. Not when it came to Chino.

As a thirty-year-old woman, I missed my father every day. I couldn’t imagine a child going through the same. I would kill Chino in other ways. Ending his life wasn’t it. At least, not at this moment. He wouldn’t avoid death if he tried me a second time. This was his only pass. There wouldn’t be another one.

“Roulette–”

His eyes softened as his life flashed before him. The power I held at the moment I wasn’t enthralled with. It felt useless. Pointless. Wrong .

“Don’t ever fix your dick beaters to touch me in any way from this day forward. You played a game that you lost at. Booo fucking hoooo, Chino. Cry tomorrow, tonight is not the time. My victory doesn’t come with an opportunity to retaliate in any way. You lost. Accept that shit and move on like I’ve accepted mine.

“You want me to be somewhere sad, sliding down the wall, crying until my nose snots, and begging you to do right by me. Newsflash, Chino. I’m not that bitch. Never been. Never will be. I’m a made bitch. A paid bitch. A real bitch. A confident bitch. You want a bitch that’s going to cry you a river, then settle with Kiara.

“That’s the bitch for you. I’m not her. Make this the last time you open your mouth to say more than two words to me. I told you I was done and I meant it. You were foolish enough to try and make this shit work. It’ll never work. You disgust me. That’ll never change.”

“Then just give me my paper back and I’ll leave you alone. I get it now. This shit is done.”

“You not getting a fucking dime back. That’s my money. Niggas don’t get to play without paying. You know the fucking rules, Chino. If you thought you were exempt, you thought wrong. No one is exempt.

“I didn’t earn my title as The Madam by giving niggas a pass. Not even my father could piss me off without paying. You’re not special. Consider it payment for your life because you almost didn’t leave here with that motherfucker tonight.”

“It’s two million dollars, Roulette.”

“It could be two billion, nigga. It’s mine. If you want that shit, take it. We both know how that’ll end for you, so be wise about your next move. It will likely be your last. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to get to my bed and rest. I just got the dick of the century and you want to run your fucking mouth. I’m not interested.”

I lowered my weapon and headed into the living room. My trench was now on the couch. I pulled it up onto my shoulders and slid into my boots. Within seconds I was out of the door and on my way down to collect my car.

Exhaustion was weighing me down, but I was in no shape to drive home. However, staying with Chino tonight was not an option. A little sleepiness was nothing a phone call to my favorite girl group couldn’t cure. They’d surely keep me awake on my journey.

“Leaving for the night?” The concierge asked.

“I am.”

“Let me have valet pull your car around.”

“Your room number?”

“P12.”

“Great taste,” he complimented. “One minute, ma’am. Your car should be near.”

The higher the level of your room, the closer your car was to the door. That was a part of the policy at The Carmichael that I loved.

“Thank you.”

I was obsessed with the spring weather’s approach in Clarke. Instead of waiting inside, I pushed my way out of the round exit.

1:27a

My phone screen displayed the time, making me cringe inside. Not only did I hate odd numbers, but I wanted to be in bed at this hour. I’d had my fun. I wanted to see the stars behind my lids.

1:28a

The numbers changed before my eyes. As they did, the headlights of my vehicle threatened me with blindness. The wheels barely came to a complete stop before I was in the parking lot, making my way around the side of my SUV to get inside.

The valet attendant stepped out and left the door open for easy access. I slid in behind him and got comfortable in my seat.

“Have a great night, ma’am.”

“You do the same,” I yawned.

I didn’t bother finding a suitable song for the drive. I wouldn’t be listening to any music tonight. The only thing I wanted to hear was the voices of my sisters at the moment. As I pulled deeper into the parking lot, prepared to exit, I began the search for our group messages. It wasn’t far, a few business threads had gotten in the way, but I found it rather swiftly.

Just as my finger lowered to press the FaceTime button, screeching tires halted all movement. I removed my gun from my lap and pointed it at the black extended cab in front of me. The front door pushed open, prompting me to open mine.

I wasn’t trained to be a sitting duck. I was trained to get active and that’s exactly what I did.

Fow .

The first shot sent the driver back inside of his vehicle. The second confirmed what I learned from the first, but it didn’t stop me from emptying the clip as a warning.

Fow.

Fow.

Fow.

Fow.

“It’s bulletproof.”

I heard him. That baritone. It was familiar. It raised fine bumps on my arms, reminding me of the time it had spent with me. Against my ear. Against my skin. Against my pussy. Against my nipples. Against my chest. Telling me how beautiful I was. How good I felt. And how crazy I was driving him.

“Israel–”

I heard him. That baritone. But, I hadn’t located the owner. My eyes were fixated on the driver of the unknown vehicle.

“You’re in no condition to drive home, Roulette. Lower your weapon and get inside of my car.”

Israel’s long frame came into full view. Still, my gun was trained on the truck blocking my car, prepared to reload and empty another clip into the whip.

“Voluntarily–” he threatened, “But, I’m not above force.”

I turned to face him, finally lowering my weapon. This wasn’t the bedroom. And, the reversal of roles wasn’t an option. Israel wouldn’t be submitting to me again tonight. And, no other night.

“One night, Israel. And, our night ended in P12.”

Silently, he approached me. When he finally stopped, he was close enough for me to smell the whiskey on his breath. He’d visited the lobby bar. He’d waited. And, my departure prompted his. He knew I’d come downstairs and he knew I’d be forced to drive home. He also knew that he wouldn’t let me.

“Frankly, our night ends when I say it ends, Madam.”

Israel lowered his body, swooped me up in his arms, and tossed me over his shoulder like the limp ragdoll I was.

“You’re not even in a position to walk.”

I dangled, mid-air. Discomfort and comfort found me simultaneously. Instead of tensing, I relaxed against his body, resting in the comfort and ignoring the slight discomfort.

“Good girl,” he whispered.

I didn’t have the energy to respond. I remained quiet, allowing him to have his way with me.