Page 80 of Old Flame

It rubbed again, and a low moan tore from me.

God, what was he doing?

He picked up speed on his thrusting, and the veins in his neck stood out. Whatever he was doing to me was building inside me at a frantic pace. The sensation wasn’t like anything I’d known before, and I felt tremors course through my body.

“Fuck, I love this cunt,” he panted, his eyes wild as he watched me.

It was as if I were being dangled off a cliff; adrenaline, fear, exhilaration all melded in this moment.

“Rome,” I cried, uncertain what this was, but the strength of it was already overpowering, and it hadn’t happened yet.

“That’s it,” he said through clenched teeth. “Say my name.”

“Oh God, Rome.” A franticness hit me, and I grabbed on to his arms, sinking my nails into the hard flesh when my climax slammed into me with such force that I lost my breath.

“Fuck, baby! FUCK!” Rome’s shouts sounded distant as I shook and floated off in my own release.

His fingers dug into my scalp as he yanked my hair, causing my eyes to fly back open, which I hadn’t realized I’d closed.

“Mine.” He said the singular word as I let out another moan.

Then a roar ripped out of him, and his body jerked against me. The pulse of his load began to fill me. His mouth was open slightly as his eyes, dark with pleasure, never left mine.

As we both slowly came back to earth, I noticed the dampness beneath my bottom and on my inner thighs. What was that? You couldn’t accidentally pee during an orgasm, could you? Oh God, was that something that happened when you got old?

“When the fuck did you start squirting?” he asked hoarsely.

“What?”

His nostrils flared, and his throat bobbed as he swallowed. “Squirting, Salem. When did you start doing that?”

Squirting did not sound good, and panic began to steal the joy I’d just experienced. I shook my head as my eyes stung. If I had done something gross and ruined this experience while I’d beensplintering into oblivion, then I might die.

I shook my head. “I don’t. I didn’t mean to. I don’t know what it is.” I stumbled over my words.

This was what happened when you were deprived of sexual pleasure for two decades. Your body freaked out and did weird stuff.

Relief or satisfaction—I wasn’t sure which, one or maybe both—lit his eyes as he smiled. “You’ve never done that before?”

I shook my head, still not sure what that was. “I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”

A pleased chuckle fell from his lips, and he dropped his head to kiss my neck. “You don’t feel how wet the sheets are?” He pulled my earlobe between his teeth.

Hesitantly, I nodded. I’d hoped I was imagining it.

“That’s from you squirting,” he said. “On my fucking cock.”

He seemed extremely pleased about this, but it sounded like I had bladder problems I wasn’t aware of. Why would he like that?

The tip of his nose ran along my ear, and then he pressed a kiss beneath it before nuzzling the crook of my neck and inhaling. “It was the metal in my cock, wasn’t it? You’re so damn tight that my piercing was hitting your G-spot hard. Mmm, fuck, that was hot.”

His piercing. I’d forgotten about that.

“What…what is squirting exactly?” I asked, feeling like an idiot since he seemed to think I should know.

He let out another amused chuckle as he slowly lifted his head to look down at me. “Female ejaculation.”

Oh.

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