Page 68 of Gang of Roses: Dice

“Show me.”

He cupped my chin, his thumb slowly tracing the outline of my plump lips. Careful not to completely ruin my candy-apple red lipstick, he smudged it just enough to let me know he remembered exactly what I was asking for.

“I got questions, mamas.”

“I know.”

His eyes searched mine for a long second.

“Man... yo’ thick ass got me going against the code.”

I let silence hang before I responded, trying not to kill the moment.

“I’m sorry,” I said, the words holding weight.

I swallowed hard, my eyes trapped with his, but I continued.

“You wouldn’t be a casino owner if you didn’t understand the game of gambling. Take a gamble here and now.”

The corner of his mouth twitched.

“You gambling with a whole lot more than money. A nigga still got feelings.”

Although his eyes showed lust, the mug he sported showed he didn’t like this vulnerable state.

“Talk to me, G-baby.”

“I said show me…that was a command.”

His eyes closed, and he shook his head, trying to reel in his inner beast, but I was rolling the dice tonight. He let the monster that was fighting to be free out, and it was just as pretty as I remembered.

“Can I touch you?” I asked softly.

He hesitated to respond, unsure if he truly understood me, but he wanted me to speak. I would, but only if he could feel my sincerity first—sense how sorry I was, how deeply I desired his attention.

His silence was all I needed.

I reached for him, refusing to let him wrestle with whatever battle was going on in that stubborn head of his. The moment my hand wrapped around him, his shoulders tightened, but his eyes never left mine. His dark orbs were intense, but I held his gaze.

His jaw locked.

He was still trying to stay in control. This man was always in control.

But not tonight…at least not during this mission.

Grabbing his shaft, I slowly licked around the rim of his head. When I looked up, his eyes stared down at me, but he clenched his jaw firmly, containing any sound that would reveal I was pleasing him. I noticed that last time he wasn’t vocal during sex; at least he tried not to be. I took it as a challenge. I was very sober tonight and ready for the ultimate match-up.

He was expecting me to ease my way down, and I knew that was to control his moans of pleasure, so I relaxed my throat and took in all ten inches of this man's shaft without gagging. That sound that came from his mouth was animalistic.

“FUCKKKKK. Hol’up, ma. Hol’up,” he growled, trying to gain some control in this hallway. If he didn’t bring it down, he was gonna wake up Revv. I started to play with his balls, and the combination had him going crazy. I sucked and slurped, making a mess. Pulling him out of my slippery slope.

I gave another command.

“Play the drums on my lips, Mr. Monroe.”

“Man, yo’ ass showing out.”

But he did as I requested and used his dick like a wooden stick on the drum and slapped my lips over and over. I was so damn turned on, my clit was so swollen it hurt. After the assault, he glided back into my mouth. While my hands ran around my areoles and stopped to twist the piercing, I moaned out in pain.