Page 77 of Old Flame

“God, baby, that’s it. Take my dick like a good girl,” I said, keeping my voice low. Lost in a memory. One that had remained embedded in my brain.

“Rome, oh God, please.”

“You like that? Taking my big cock,” I asked under my breath.

Then the scene in my head changed. Salem’s ass stuck up for me as she looked back at me from over her shoulder. The face of the woman she was now, not the girl she’d been.

“Fuck me,” she panted.

Grabbing handfuls of her ass, I slammed into her. The loud cry that came from her drove me wild.

“This the cock you need?” I asked her, letting go of a butt cheek so I could slap it and watch it bounce. “Did you miss it? Having it stretch you?”

My balls tightened as I fantasized about her bouncing her ass back against me with each thrust.

“Goddamn, that’s a good girl,” I panted as the crest began to spread through me. “Yeah, fuck, that’s it,” I groaned.

The first thick rope of cum shot out, hitting the black marble countertop. My knees buckled as I released another, then one more. I continued to pump until there was nothing left.

Lifting my eyes from the mess I’d made, seeing myself in the mirror, I knew my days of beating off to the girl I’d loved had just been replaced by the woman she had become.

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Salem

A hint of tobacco, mint and spice drew me closer. I inhaled deeply, burrowing into the warmth of the scent. It was like a clean, brisk forest with the sun wrapping around me.

Why was I in a forest?

I tried to focus and think about where I was. The thick, hard arms that surrounded me tightened, and a deep groan had my eyes snapping open. I blinked. Then blinked again. The tattooed chest was still there. The smell wasn’t a forest, but a body.

“Don’t go getting tense now,” a deep, familiar voice said with the husk of sleepiness. “I’ve had you clinging to me all fucking night like a damn kitten.”

I closed my eyes again and bit back my own groan.

What had I done? Well, after one too many margaritas. I should have stopped when I felt the first buzz. God, I was a lightweight.

“I’m sorry,” I croaked, humiliated as bits and pieces started coming back to me.

He grunted. “What about? Wearing that bikini? Taking it off and putting on nothing but my shirt, then passing out in my bed?”

My eyes flew back open at that comment, and I realized I was indeed without panties. “Oh God.”

I started to move, and his arms locked, making it impossible.

“If you’re sorry, then stop wiggling,” he muttered.

The sound of Rome’s husky voice was unfortunately sending jolts of things to parts of my body that did not need to react. Especially in my state of dress and location. I was in his room.

I remembered he’d carried me up the stairs. But why had we come to his room?

I bit down hard on my lip at the fact that he’d seen me in that stupid bikini. Enough tequila, and my self-confidence was booming.

He had seen all the parts that weren’t what they once had been. I wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out.

How was I going to hold my head high, knowing he’d seen my bare butt?

“You’re sweeter when you’re sleeping,” he mumbled, then yawned. “Relax, Salem. It’s too early to be that tense.”

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