Page 22 of Old Flame

He turned his head, and there was a dark gleam in his eyes. “Your pussy. Just for a minute. Slip your hand down your pants and touch it.”

Oh God…

It wasn’t that I hadn’t ever done that. I had. It was just…doing it in front of him would be difficult. I was nervous and excited atthe same time. I also couldn’t tell him no.

When I uncrossed my legs, his nostrils flared, and his eyes dropped to stare at where he wanted me to touch. Biting down on my bottom lip, I slid my hand under the waist of my leggings. His mouth slightly opened, and his chest stopped moving, as if he was holding his breath.

Slowly, I slipped my hand beneath my panties and opened my legs some more while my fingers found my very wet slit. The moment I touched my clit, I let out a moan, unable to stop myself.

“Fuuuck, Angel Face,” he said. “Open those pretty thighs more and sink a finger inside your cunt.”

I was close. His hand moved, and my eyes dropped to see him squeeze his erection through his jeans. Another whimper came from me. I wanted to touch it.

When I pushed a finger inside me, I made another sound, and his mouth fell open more as his chest began to rise and fall fast.

“Good girl,” he praised me.

My body started to tremble. “Rome.” I cried out his name, and the climax that had been building hit me. It was stronger than the ones I’d given myself before, and for a moment, I was lost in the pleasure. I jerked against my fingers and finally slid them out, suddenly realizing what I’d just done in front of him.

“Let me taste them.” His voice was a husky whisper.

I dropped my eyes to my wet fingers, then back at him. Was he talking about my fingers?

“Put your fingers in my mouth,” he said a little louder, reaching for my wrist and bringing my fingers to his lips.

I gasped as he pulled two of them into his mouth and sucked. A deep hum came from his chest, and his arm moved back and forth. Tearing my eyes off the sight of him tasting me, I saw him rubbing himself through his jeans—hard.

He released my fingers, and my gaze went back to his face.

“You keep looking, and I’m gonna have to pull it out before it breaks my goddamn zipper.”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Yes what?” he asked, still rubbing it.

“Pull it out.”

He closed his eyes and hissed, “Jesus.”

“I want to see it.”

His hands went to his button, and he began to unfasten his jeans as I watched. Lifting his hips, he tugged them down, along with his boxer briefs. My eyes widened at the sight of it. That was much larger than I’d imagined it would be. In both length and girth.

Jesus. How did that fit inside of a vagina?

I heard him chuckle, and my eyes swung up to see him watching me.

“I’m gonna assume by the look on your face that the others you’ve seen weren’t this big.”

I shook my head. “I’ve not seen…” I trailed off, and my gaze dropped back to see his hand wrapped around it, stroking it.

Oh wow. That was hot.

“Salem.” He said my name, but I didn’t want to take my eyes off what he was doing.

“Yes?” My voice was barely above a whisper.

“Look at me.”

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