Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81009 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81009 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
He continued to hold my gaze as he moved back, then grabbed my ankles, jerking my legs open and bending my knees so that I was completely open to him. His eyes drifted down my body, making me once again self-conscious, before they stopped and focused on the area between my legs. I trembled as he licked his lips. My clit began to ache.
“For someone who doesn’t enjoy it, the thought of it has you aroused. I can smell it. Still smells like fucking heaven.”
“Oh God,” I whispered, closing my eyes.
“Eyes on me,” he snarled, and I opened them again to see him scowling. “When my mouth is making you scream out your orgasm, I want you to know who the fuck is doing it. Whose goddamn mouth it is.”
That was laughable. No one had ever made me orgasm but him. My body only came alive when it was Rome touching it. I’d thought he had broken me. That I no longer enjoyed sexual things. I relied on my vibrator to get me off after sex with Eamon.
He held my gaze as he lowered his head.
The first swipe of his tongue caused my hips to buck off the mattress. The sound I made was loud, and I wasn’t sure how to describe it. His deep chuckle vibrated against my clit, only igniting more waves of euphoria to race through me. My hands fisted the sheets beneath me, and nothing else mattered. All the other thoughts or worries were gone. There was no guilt.
The addition of the metal in his tongue only heightened the experience. It had been so long since I’d felt this way—out of control, lost to my own pleasure, wanting nothing but the high that came with my release—that I wondered briefly how I’d lived without this for so many years.
Rome’s finger slid inside my opening the exact moment his tongue circled my clit. I felt like a million tiny sparks of light exploded out of me as I was catapulted into complete rapture. His name tore from my lips, and I continued to ride my release while his eyes held mine and he moved over me.
There was no pause or thought before he sank inside me with a hoarse groan. “Fuuuuck.”
My inner walls clenched tightly from the invasion. His girth was thicker than my body was accustomed to, and it had me panting as I adjusted to the size.
“Jesus, Angel Face,” he hissed. “How is this pussy so tight?”
I didn’t want to answer that. I didn’t want to think about the people we’d been with in between the before and after. This was just us. Rome and Salem. No one else would come in and ruin it.
He began to pull back, then thrust in deeper, and my eyes flew open wide as I felt something other than his cock rubbing inside me.
His lips quirked at my expression.
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 been splintering into oblivion, then I might die.