But one thing was glaringly clear to me, and the hollowness that consumed me at the thought of never seeing Ramsey again answered for me. “Yes, I love you.”
Chapter 23
Ramsey~
Thank Christ!
I’m not sure what I would have done had Emerson given me a different answer. Even if that answer had been ‘I don’t know’, I’m still pretty sure I would have lost my shit.
But it was important that what came next, came to pass because she felt the same way I did. Or maybe I’m just an insecure pussy and I wished for those words so much I put her on the spot and coerced her to say them.
It didn’t matter. She said them and now she would have to stand by them.
I untied the sash on her robe and my eyes were transfixed as my hands snuck underneath the lapels and slowly pushed the fabric off her slender shoulders.
The robe danced to the floor in a puddle of cotton and Emerson Andrews was standing before me completely naked.
She was even more perfect than I had imagined. And I had imagined this vision a lot. Like, I mean, a lot.
And, for the first time in my life, I didn’t know what to do. Most of my sexual encounters consisted of bending a bitch over, wrapping up my dick, and slamming home. I always made sure they got off, but I wasn’t big on foreplay.
But with Emerson, I wanted to touch her, taste her, kiss her, and fuck her all at once. It was like I didn’t have enough body parts for everything I wanted to do to her, and I told her as much. “I hope you didn’t have any plans for the weekend, baby. Because I’m going to spend the next two days exploring every fucking inch of your body, Emerson.” She whimpered, and I lost it.
I hooked my thumbs on either side of my boxers and pushed them down. Now we were both completely naked and I wasn’t going to lie and say I didn’t feel like the king of my own kingdom when Emerson’s eyes widened as she got a good look at my dick.
The size of my cock was nothing I ever bragged about before because I had nothing to do with what was gifted to me by The Good Lord. I had what I had, and I used it how I saw fit. But I wasn’t so clueless not to realize that being an 18-year-old with an eight-inch cock was definitely a blessing.
Emerson’s eyes shot up to mine. “Ramsey…”
I didn’t want her having second thoughts, so I grabbed her by her arms and walked her back to the bed until the back of her knees hit the edge and she fell back. “Get all the way on the bed, baby,” I instructed, wondering how I could even voice the words. Emerson had me so worked up, I was pretty certain I was going to blow like a 12-year-old jacking off for the first time.
She complied and soon she was lying, fully on her back, in the middle of the bed. I stood with my knees hitting the edge of the bed and just took in the sight of her naked body. Emerson was built to fuck. She had big, heavy tits, a small, soft waist, and thick thighs. She looked utterly female, and I didn’t care how many fashion magazines would claim that she was overweight.
Emerson Andrews was fucking perfect.
“Spread your legs for me, Emerson,” I commanded. “I’ve already seen your beautiful face and your prefect body. Now, I want to see that sweet, pink pussy of yours.”
Her entire face flushed at my dirty words, but she complied. Ever so slowly, Emerson drew her knees up and let them fall open showcasing her perfectly trimmed triangle and bare, pink cunt lips.
And, fuck me, if they weren’t glistening with her arousal.
She had just taken a shower, so her pussy should have been squeaky clean, but that one kiss had her creaming already. “Spread your pussy open for me, Emerson.”
Her face turned a deeper shade of red, but she didn’t cower. I watched, entranced, as her delicate hands made their way down her stomach and over the inside of her thighs until her fingertips reached her pussy lips and she pulled them apart for me.
I couldn’t stop the groan that escaped my soul. I was pretty certain I was going to spend the rest of my life with my face buried in that very spot. My eyes flicked up to hers. “You want me to eat your pussy, baby? You want to feel my tongue tasting you, devouring you?”
Emerson’s blush flowed down to her chest and I would have believed that she’s never done this before if it hadn’t been for her filthy mouth and her fucked-up comments about how she preferred being fucked by real men. Maybe it was because she was embarrassed to be giving in to me.
She bit her lower lip and turned her head, and I decided I wasn’t going to ask permission.
I climbed on the bed and settled my shoulders in between her soft, silky thighs. I breathed in and her honeyed scented pussy filled my nostrils, driving me crazier than I already was. I lowered my head and took one long, slow, languorous swipe up her slit from her entrance to her hard, little nub.
Her hands dug into my hair and she fisted handfuls. “Ramsey!”
That’s all the green light I needed.
I propped my weight on my elbows and used my hands to spread her as wide as her body would allow. Her center was so pink and creamy and delicious, I wondered how I would ever survive life without the taste of her cunt on my tongue daily.
“Fuck, Emerson, I’ve never tasted anything as delicious as your sweet pussy, baby.” And it was the fucking truth.
“Oh God, Ramsey…please…”
I ignored her pleas and licked, tasted, and teased every inch of her pussy until her body started bucking. “You want to cum, Emerson?”
“God, yes…”
I put all my weight on her opened thighs as I reached up and took her tits in each hand. I kneaded and massaged as I swirled my tongue around her clit, applying so much pressure, she exploded all over my face in a matter of seconds. “Oh, fuck! Oh, God! Ramsey…Ramsey…”
My hands instantly found her ass, and I lifted her until her core was in line with my mouth and I fucking drank her orgasm. I could see her pink, tiny hole contracting as she was coming down off her eruption.
And it was fucking fascinating.
I’ve never watched a woman’s body cum before. Sure, I’ve seen their faces and their ejaculation covering the condom before, but I’ve never paid enough attention to the workings of what they went through. But with Emerson, I wanted to know it all. So, what did I do? I moved back up to her sensitive clit and worked her through another orgasm. I made her cum two more times before she pushed me away because her body couldn’t take it anymore.
I stared down at my handwork, and no matter how much of her cum I tried to swallow, she was still a wet, filthy mess.
I wiped my face on the inside of her left thigh and slowly kissed my way up her body. I had every intention of covering her with my body as I forced the taste of her pussy onto her lips, but when my face reached her tits, I had to stop and explore.
I gathered both her tits in my hands, and I squeezed and molded as much as I could fit into my hold. Emerson’s tits were so big, heavy, and porn worthy, we weren’t going to get through this weekend without me sliding my dick in between them until I came on her face and neck.
The more I viewed, touched, and tasted Emerson’s body, the more sick, depraved, filthy things I wanted to do to it. I wasn’t kidding when I said her body was made for some hard, rough, dirty fucking.
Emerson’s curves inspired a man to want to get the camera out and recorded her nakedness for all time. Her body deserved to be preserved.
After a few minutes of sucking and biting on her dark pink nipples, I finished my journey up her body. I braced myself on my elbows on either side of her and lowered my head to take her mouth and introduce her to the taste of her cunt. I pulled back, and she looked like she was drugged by it all. “Can you taste your pussy on my tongue, baby?”
Her silver eyes were glossy, but she was with me. “Yeah…”
“So, now that you know how delectable you taste, you’re going to let me eat your sweet-smelling pussy whenever I want, right?” She closed her eyes, and I knew every filthy word coming out of my mouth was turning her on.
/> I couldn’t wait any longer. Emerson’s taste was on my tongue, her tits were pressed up against my chest, and her legs were spread wide open with my cock nestled right at her center.
She hadn’t mentioned a condom, and I wasn’t about to mention it either. Nothing was coming between me and Emerson and if she got pregnant, so be it.
I pulled my hips back and didn’t worry about the rest. Her cunt was soaking wet and lubricated enough that I was able to slam my cock inside her to the base. I drove in all eight inches.
Emerson’s body bowed and with her hands fisting the comforter at her sides, she let out an ear-piercing scream. “Ramsey!”
Jesus Fucking Christ.
Emerson was a goddamn virgin.
Chapter 24
Emerson~
Pain unlike anything I have every experienced wracked every nerve in my body.
When Ramsey had removed his boxer briefs, and I had gotten a good look at what he was packing, I had serious doubts about how he was going to fit his dick inside me. He was huge.
And I knew it would hurt. I mean, all the books and movies and folklore always made mention of how the first time will hurt and be uncomfortable.
When Ramsey was undressing, he had done nothing to hide his erection and the little fella had been rock hard and reaching across his hips and peeking his head out of the band of Ramsey’s underwear, so I knew he was above average size. But I still had never imagined the invasion would be wrought with so much agonizing pain.
“Godfuckingdamn it, Emerson,” he gritted out. “Why in the fuck didn’t you tell me you were a fucking virgin?”
I was instantly, unreasonably mad at him. I glared up at him, my eyes wet and my body throbbing in pain. “What? Are you mad that I’m not quite the slut you kept accusing me of being? What everyone kept accusing me of being?” I had to admit, I enjoyed knowing how I proved him and his bullshit wrong.
His face looked incredulous. “Are you kidding me?” he barked out. “You want to pick a fight with me, right now?” He really looked dumbfounded. “I’ve got eight inches of cock buried inside you, as you fucking bleed all over it, and you want to argue over what an asshole I was?” He let out a deep breath and swore. He looked pained. “Jesus Christ, Emerson, now is not the time. And, besides, I’m fully aware of how much of an asshole I was.”
Okay, well…when he said it like that…now was probably not the appropriate time to have this discussion. Besides, his size was invasive, and it was becoming difficult to concentrate on anything other than the pain and discomfort of having Ramsey resting inside my body.
My rage quickly dissipated, and I tried focusing on the point he was making. “It hurts, Ramsey,” I whispered.
Ramsey closed his eyes and dropped his forehead to mine. When he opened them again, he said, “I know, baby. I know it hurts, and I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry and I get it. I get why you didn’t tell me, and it’s okay. I…I didn’t deserve to know.”
He knew his shock at my virginity was a sort of victory for me. While I hadn’t done it on purpose (because I really didn’t think I’d fall for the asshole), it had been a passive aggressive way for me to get back at him for letting everyone assume I was a whore.
I gave a slight nod of my head and turned away to look out the window. I wasn’t sure what I was feeling in this moment and I was afraid he’d see the sea of confusion in the depths of my eyes.
Even though it was too late to turn back now, I was still confused and unsure where Ramsey was concerned. We were moving too damn fast for this, but I didn’t know how to stop my craving for him, or if I even wanted to stop it.
I was pretty sure I was going to want him like this forever.
My solace didn’t last long though. “Emerson, please look at me.” I looked back up at him. “There’s a lot of shit I’m sorry for and it’s going to take me awhile to list them but, right now…right now, I gotta move, baby.”
He was right. We weren’t in a position to talk about these past few fucked-up weeks right now. Plus, I was ruining this with my doubts and confusion. This is my first time and, while painful, I wanted it to be as meaningful as possible. “Okay.”
Ramsey let out a deep breath and continued to hit me with his honesty. “I’m not going to go slow with you Emerson. I’m not going to pretend or let you think I’m going to go easy on you. It’s going to hurt and you’re going to bleed everywhere.” He closed his eyes, giving himself a second, and then looked down at me again. “It might feel like I’m just fucking you, and you might feel like I’m not focusing on your feelings. But I promise, baby, you’re all I’m focusing on and I do care about your feelings…”
“Ramsey?”
“But, Emerson, I want you with a need I can’t control,” he whispered, his breath light on my face. “I’m not embarrassed to admit that I have no control when it comes to you.”
My breath caught in my throat. His violent ways should abhor me. I should be pushing him off me and holding out for a guy who’s sweet and respectful. But, instead, I gave him another slight nod of my head, giving him permission to use me however he wanted to.
Ramsey clenched his jaw, and I felt an intense pinch when he pulled his dick out, but it was quickly replaced with pain again when he slammed back in. I held onto his biceps, digging my nails in deep enough to break the skin, and opened my legs wider. The second I did that, Ramsey stayed true to his word, and he started to jackhammer himself deep inside me.
The pain was real, and it was consuming. How did women get past this to want to ever do this again? How could there be any kind of desire or yearning in the kisses and touching if you knew this was where it was all going to lead to?
I kept opening my legs wider, hoping to somehow relieve the pain. I unreasonably thought if I spread my legs wider, it would open my pussy up some more and he’d fit better.
Newsflash for anyone out there who hasn’t experienced this yet-it doesn’t work that way.
But, after a few minutes, something miraculous took place. The pain started to subside and my body started to recognize what it was meant to do. I started to feel the familiar signs of my body’s pleasure taking over. “Ramsey…” I mewled.
He started crashing into me harder. It was like he knew my body was adjusting and coming around to experience the pleasure. “That’s it, baby. Cum on my cock, Emerson,” he rasped out. He said my name; he was addressing me, but my body heard him loud and clear. My skin started to tingle, and my core started contracting around his dick and that just prompted him to get filthier. “I want my cock covered in your cum and blood, baby. I want you to bleed all over me as proof that you’re mine and only mine” Oh, God! “I’m going to own your cunt, baby. I’m going to own every single part of you, Emerson.”
My nerves splintered into a million different starbursts all across my body. I came so hard, white spots dance behind my eyelids. It was a feeling I would never imagine could exist. The feeling was so intense, so…amazing, no wonder it was a struggle to resist once you’ve experienced this feeling. I imagined it was like doing drugs. “Ramsey!”
“Fuck yeah, Emerson,” he grunted as he continued to slam into me over, and over again, until his body seized over mine and he emptied himself inside my unprotected body. And still he kept slamming into me and didn’t stop until his dick started to soften.
It was beautiful how he couldn’t get enough of me even after he couldn’t go on.
After he finally faced the reality that this round was over, Ramsey pulled out of me, and along with his body, he took all the pleasure I was feeling with him. I tried to shift my legs, and the discomfort bordered on pain. I was a wet, painful mess, and I knew my body was going to be in agonizing pain tomorrow. But did I regret it?
No.
Did I want to do it again?
Hell, yes.
Once he rolled off me, and I was able to catch my breath, I asked, “Is it always like that?”
Ramsey wrapped his arm around me and pulled me into
the crook of his chest. “No,” he answered. “It’s never been like that. But then I’ve never been in love before.”
I didn’t want to think about all his times before me. I wanted to feel special. I needed to feel special what with all the crap this boy’s done to me. “And you’re sure you’re in love now?”
I could feel the vibrations of his smirking chuckle under my face. “You might think that because I’ve never been in love before I don’t recognize the feeling, but I do. I know that I love you. And if that’s not enough, I’m positively sure you own me, Emerson.” Ramsey tightened his arm around me. “There’s not a motherfucking thing I won’t do for you. Not one thing.”
Well…damn.
I wanted to believe him, and even if I wasn’t going through all the things I was going through already with what happened with my mother, Ramsey’s hot and cold made me wary. “Loving someone doesn’t necessarily mean they’re the right person for you,” I pointed out. “Or vice versa.”
Ramsey repositioned us until his body was covering mine again and he was looking down at me. “While that may be true with some people, that’s not the case with us.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because my darkness always shimmered right underneath the surface, but never felt comfortable to come out and play.” He started placing kisses on my jaw. “And, then, your darkness showed up, and it was all over for me, Emerson.” He stopped kissing me and looked down at me again. “And I know you know exactly what I’m talking about.”
I did.
Just like he felt comfortable being rough and violent because he knew I wouldn’t judge him, I felt comfortable enjoying it because I knew he wouldn’t judge me.
We were a goddamn mess.
Chapter 25
Ramsey~
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