Page 38 of Ramsay

“Yeah, and you sucked off Mr. Romero in study hall, but we don’t want to cause trouble, now do we?” Ramsay purrs.

My skin breaks out in goosebumps at that low rumble, lust surging through me like an electrical current. It doesn’t hurt that he’s pissed Sabrina off so royally she’s likely as red in the face as I am. That’s fucking hot.

“That’s not true!” she screeches.

“Yeah, it is. I saw it,” Ramsay says with a wolfish grin.

Sabrina stalks off with a few choice swear words, the others fading away with her but not without glancing between Ramsay and me with confusion.

I don’t blame them. Since when does a Sinner intervene in peasant business?

Ramsay wastes no time pulling me into an empty classroom and pressing me against the wall. He’s aroused. I can feel his hard hot length against my stomach. It’s huge and does all sorts of naughty things to my body.

“What are you doing?” I ask breathlessly, mentally cringing at my obvious need.

“You, love. I find your ferocity has made me hard.” he says, grinding into me.

I moan. I can’t help it, it’s right where I need it to be, and the adrenaline from before is still flying through my system, or at least that’s what I blame it on.

“You think I’m going to fuck you,” I squeak when he lifts me quickly and bucks into me with a groan.

“Mm, why not? You want me. I can feel it. And love, my dick is hard as fuck for you.”

I’m a quivering mass of nerves, so I don’t protest when he sets me on my feet and drops to his knees, peeling my wet jeans down to my ankles. I grimace, my previous annoyance surging, but it flies out the window when he presses his tongue against my core and licks between my lips slowly.

“Oh fuck,” I moan, shivering when he chuckles and licks back down the other side.

Arching into him, I ignore my enmity and beg. Thankfully, he obliges, licking between my folds, around my hole before plunging inside and spearing me.

“Fuck,” I shout, grabbing his hair and grinding into his mouth.

His warm, wet tongue does crazy things to my insides and when he finds my button, I whimper.

“Mm,” he groans when I thrust into his face.

Mindless to anything but the pleasure I writhe above him only pausing to glance down when he leans back and licks his lips.

“Wha—“ I moan.

“You’re pussy tastes like candy,” he groans before diving back in.

Leaning my head against the wall, I pump against his mouth while he eats me so good that I keen under my breath. I think I black out when he taps my clit and I sail over, clenching my hands into fists and smacking them against the wall.

I’m still processing the delicious tingles as Ramsay rises, drops his pants, and strokes his massive erection.

Licking my lips, I reach for him, but he tsks, “We don't have time, love. For now, I want to feel your slick hole.”

Without further ado, he turns me toward the wall, nudges my legs as far as they will go with my jeans still pooled around my ankles, and thrusts inside.

He’s so big, and I’m so fucking small, it aches, but it’s a good ache. The best.

Groaning, he pumps into me, maneuvering to reach the end, before leaning his forehead against my back while we both pant with the effort.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he moans, his breath puffing against my back.

He’s pulsing inside of me, and I nod in agreement, past proper speech. Thankfully, he understands, pulling out, grabbing my hips, and thrusting back in over and over until I’m a slobbering mess of need and my whole body is tingling with the orgasm barreling down on me.

Sensing how close I am, he increases his speed until he’s pounding into me, the slap of his hips against my ass ringing out in the room.

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