Wet Roulette: Reloaded

By Nina Jones

Dive into Alexis Johnsons mind; a young, strong willed, beautiful determined and successful partner at one of the leading advertising companies in the United States. She has done very well for herself and has the love and support from her family and friends. But something is missing, and she is not satisfied. There is a constant void in her life. That spark, the zest, and especially the sex.

This special edition is uncut and unreal. She allows you to continue along a journey through her thoughts, desires, and needs. Alexis will show you the people she has let in her life that have taken control. She enters the love game with her heart. But this time it may cost her mind, body, and soul.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Dec 7, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524564421

Nina Jones

Nina Jones is a new author to hit the streets of Urban Erotica. But she’s no rookie.Jones is a professor and administrator of Higher Education at a private collegiate institution. She obtained a Bachelor of Arts in Public Relations and Masters of Science in Creative Leadership concentrating her studies in group dynamics and human development from Buffalo State College. Born in Buffalo but raised in Lackawanna New, York she uses the love for her family and community as her motivation for success. Her creative flare and unique sense of humor brings a new and refreshing edge to the erotica genre. You can feel her personality seeping through the pages. Keep your eyes open for more novels by Nina Jones.

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Copyright © 2016 by Nina Jones.

ISBN:      Softcover      978-1-5245-6441-4

                eBook           978-1-5245-6442-1

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Contents

Foreword: My Addiction Was My Affliction

Chapter 1: The Office

Chapter 2: Retail Therapy

Chapter 3: The Sweetest Sin

Chapter 4: Insomnia

Chapter 5: It Can’t Be . . .

Chapter 6: Ladies’ Night

Chapter 7: Going Up?

Chapter 8: Introducing Lady Lex

Chapter 9: Brand New

Chapter 10: Stall Street News

Chapter 11: Encounters

Chapter 12: The Proposition

Chapter 13: The Red Room Deal

Chapter 14: Heroin

Chapter 15: Roulette

Prelude

Alexis Johnson embarks on an assignment that will change her life forever. She has some tough decisions to make that have the lives of her loved ones on the line. There’s just one problem. She’s in love. Will her love be her downfall? Alexis must choose her success or the love of her life. This sequel is a sensual thriller full of erotic twists and turns. The love game is full of chances and tough calls. What will happen? Will she win or lose?

Dedication

I would like to first thank God for making room for my gift and recognize that

this novel was written in dedication

to the laughter, love, and support of my family and friends and the memory of

Sharon Aunty Bonita Thompson

and

Teria Eckles.

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Dear Readers

You made it! Either you’re an expert swimmer or you had a floating device to help you get through the introduction. Either way, you deserve a medal! Thank you for taking the time to dive into the prelude Wet Sweet Dreams are made of this where Alexis introduced herself and the people she encounters daily. In this special edition, she continues to let you into her most intimate thoughts, desires, and needs. She showed you the people in her life whom she has let take control of her. Welcome to Roulette where the entire story is presented to you uncut and unreal. Alexis Johnson appreciates you supporting her tough decisions. Alexis will enter the love game where the chances and choices are tricky, I mean, sticky. She enters the love game with her heart, but will it cost her mind, body, and soul?

Feeling lucky, go ahead, turn the page!

Enter Wet Roulette.

Nina

Foreword

Journal Entry Number 1

My Addiction Was My Affliction

See, we weren’t perfect by any means. But perfection wasn’t what I needed though. This man literally made my body scream. My love for him was purely unconditional. I showed him, without even knowing it, my soul. I took the very essence of my spirit and offered to share it with him. I vaguely remember his face when we first met, but I was blinded by his light.

We were just two souls walking around that just so happened to find each other. If I could, I would’ve taken my heart out of my chest for him. I loved him. I cherished him. I adored him. He made my diaphragm sing. I remember when he first approached me, I remember it all being in slow motion. The way he walked to me, his smile, the gap in his teeth, his almond skin. I loved the way he stood tall, so sure of himself and even more confident that he could have me.

Have you ever been with someone who made you feel this alive? Oh, I mean really alive. So alive that when he touches you, every pore on your skin is opened. I haven’t been touched by a man or anyone for that matter in two years. My body yearns for the embrace of a man.

I haven’t journaled in so long, but internalizing all that I feel can be stressful at times. I remember finding a journal at a discount store. It was hot pink with silver-trimmed pages. The front of it said, Love Never Fails. It resonated with me because love never fails to find me even when I’m hiding or running from it. Love never fails to love me even when I hate it.

Damn, all I need is just ten more minutes, I thought to myself as I hit the Snooze button for the second time, twenty minutes and two fingers sliding in and out. I started to think about why I haven’t explored myself in this way before. Two years after my breakup with my ex Robert, I’m finally in tune with myself and what I like. I was so focused on pleasing him, not really focusing on what I wanted or needed. My friends always used to make fun of me and how sexually repressed I was. They would be extremely proud now. I even started watching a little porn to get myself in the mood.

Excuse me though, I have to finish this . . . MMMM . . . moans.

I’m almost there. Shit, shit, shit, fuck! Ahhhh . . . mmmmm . . . I repeated those steps for ten more minutes, stroking the outside of my dripping wet walls and clitoris with my index finger. Flick, stroke, press, hold, stroke, repeat. I couldn’t help it. I caressed my breasts with my other hand, squeezing the fullness of them and pinching my nipples. I pictured walking over to my Godiva chocolate man and embraced him. I rubbed his head, rippling my fingertips through the deep onyx waves of his hair. I grabbed his ears and neck. I started to kiss his lips, massaging his tongue with mine. I continued to kiss his chest and wrapped the tip of my tongue on his nipples. His chest was like a contour map. Each muscular cut took me to another path of his rock-solid body. I followed each path until the end. I found a particular route that would lead me straight down south. As I kissed the path, I found myself on my knees.

Damn, baby, what have you been eating? Must’ve been pineapples, you taste so sweet, I told him each time I wrapped my lips and dragged them to the top of his shaft. I said, So you like fruit, huh. Just wait right there. I’ll be back. I hurried into the kitchen, so excited to do some extra freaky shit that I wanted to grab every piece of fruit I could find. I was going to make a fruit basket out of him and have a dick-sucking contest with myself, I thought. HAHAHAHA, I laughed out loud. I quickly remembered that I didn’t go grocery shopping so my resources were limited. In search for a grapefruit, I went into the kitchen, tiptoeing on the cold marble floor to open the tall stainless steel refrigerator. I opened the left door, and I was unlucky. Reluctantly, I found a huge ripe, juicy red tomato and some plump purple grapes. Shit, I already had the banana big and black as could be so there was no need for that. I rushed and took the fruit and rushed down the candlelit corridor and into the bedroom.

I walked over to him slowly and pushed him down on the bed with one hand. Hiding the fruit behind my back with the other hand, I grabbed a scarf out of the wicker drawer to the right of my bed and draped and dragged it across his body. He started to smile at me and licked his tongue across his top row of teeth and top lip. My goodness, this man! I thought. He is so sexy! I screamed out in my head. I couldn’t let him know I was this attracted to him. I got on top of him, straddled, and I cradled Rita on his lap. I started to move back and forth across his lap and massage my body against his. I took the scarf and told him to tie it as a blindfold on his eyes. I wanted to have some control and he complied. I started to lick his neck and kiss his chest all the way down to the banana of my homemade fruit bowl.

I made my lips open but tightly fit around the head of his dick and began to suck it like a fuckin’ vacuum. I sucked so hard I think I heard an actual vacuum in the room, or maybe that was him moaning. I grabbed a handful of the grapes and nestled them underneath his balls and along the line underneath his stomach above the magic spot. I licked, nibbled, and ate every one of the chilled grapes that outlined the area that I needed so badly. He definitely was enjoying himself; he couldn’t stay still or keep quiet. I grabbed the juicy tomato and bit a big piece of it. I sucked all the juice out of the big chunk of tomato I had and held it inside my mouth. Pushing the juice inside my right cheek, I grabbed his dick and stuffed it in my mouth and let all the cold juice fall all over him and all over my face. Fuck! he screamed. I smiled. I grabbed the rest of the tomato and squeezed the juice from his neck all the way to his shaft. I used the tomato like a stress massage ball and rolled it around the front of his waist, down his shaft and other jewels. I kept the tomato there and realized there was still a little bit of juice left in it. With each hard suck, I squeezed the tomato juice onto his balls. Let me ask you, have you ever heard a man scream before?

I was sweating at this point, but I kept licking the tip of his dick as if it were an ice cream cone on a hot summer day. He said he wanted to see me, so he ripped the blindfold off his eyes. The more he looked at me, the more aggressive I became with my performance. I grabbed it tight with both hands and used the sugar in my mouth to help twist my hands back and forth. I could feel it jumping in my mouth. I could feel it filling up. I could feel it as hard as rock. I knew what was to come next. I waited as I twisted. I waited as I licked. I waited as I sucked. I made it disappear each time I reached the base and cradled his jewels in my hands.

Reviews for Wet Roulette

[Cee Mozee · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

an amazing look into the mind of a successful woman who is balancing work, life and SEX. well written and imaginative enough to put your mind into the story.