Page 105 of Ramsey & Emerson

“I have nothing left to give you, Emerson,” he said as he slid a third finger inside me, making me hiss. “You already have it all.”

“Oh, God…” I whimpered as his fingers worked to get me ready for him.

“You’ve always had all of me, and you always will,” he went on. “I’m fuckingnothingwithout you, baby.”

Then why were we fighting?

“Ramsey, I need more…”

As soon as the words were out of my mouth, Ramsey pulled his fingers out of me, yanked my panties down my legs, then had my ass perched on the edge of the desk before I knew it. I barely had time to brace myself with my hands before Ramsey was on his knees, my legs flung over his shoulders, and his tongue swiping through my pussy folds like a first hit of heroin.

“Oh, God…”

Giving myself over to the pleasure of Ramsey’s face between my thighs, I unlocked my elbows, then laid across the desk, the vase and every flower in it tumbling to the carpet in a wet mess that neither me nor Ramsey cared about. All I cared about was how Ramsey was making me feel, so I closed my eyes, slid my hands into his dark hair, then opened my legs wider for him.

When he slid two fingers back inside me, he said, “I’m the only one that will ever know what this pussy tastes like, baby.”

“God, yes…” I mewled as he slid a third finger in my ass.

“I’m also the only man that gets to fuck this pussy and this ass,” he went on, making my body clench around his fingers. “You’re mine, Emerson. Mine.”

“Don’t stop…” I ordered. “Make me cum…please…”

With his tongue on my clit, two fingers in my pussy, and one finger deep inside my ass, Ramsey played my body like a skilled musician, and I could feel that coveted heat begin to build deep in the pit of my soul, making my hands tighten in his hair, forcing him to stay put.

Not even five seconds later, I was crying out my husband’s name, every inch of my body locking up before exploding into a feeling as familiar as my own name. It always felt like magic whenever we were together like this, but I was also very aware that it was dark magic. Still, I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

“Fuck, baby,” he hissed as I contracted around his fingers, my pussy dripping all over them. “You’re making such a beautiful mess.”

“Ramsey…” I whispered as my body twitched and still needed more.

When I felt Ramsey pull away from me, I let out a low moan, the sounds of him freeing himself like music to my ears. I had no idea what it was about a man unbuckling his belt, but the clink of the metal never failed to make me wet. It was such a powerful sound, and I was here for it all.

My eyes flew open when I felt Ramsey slide the head of his dick between my dripping chaos, and his dark eyes were alive with a need that made his scar burn bright, and I felt like I could cum again just from the way that he was looking at me. His lips and chin were also a shiny disaster, and it physically hurt with how much I wanted him.

With one violent thrust, my body arched in pleasure, and the grip that Ramsey had on my hips was deliciously painful and welcomed. Everything that he did to me was a welcomed reprieve from real life, and these moments would always belong to only us. I didn’t know anyone but Ramsey, and I didn’t want to know anyone that wasn’t my husband.

“Fuck,” he grunted as his hands went from my hips to the back of my thighs, pushing my legs up as far as they could go, my ankles playing on hisshoulders. “There’s nothing like watching my cock stretch you open, baby. Hear how fucking wet you are for me.”

Not only could I feel every inch of each thrust into my body, but Ramsey was right about being able to hear just how sloppy wet I was for him. The sounds were like a filthy background song to the way that he was pounding into me relentlessly, and I wanted to spend all night like this, willing to ignore our problems for just a little while longer.

“More…” I begged. “God, don’t stop…”

I let out a strangle cry when Ramsey pushed down on my legs harder, the head of his cock bottoming out painfully against my cervix, the discomfort exactly what I needed from him. This was the safe kind of pain that I was able to lose myself in without judgement, and Ramsey never failed to deliver on just what it was that I needed from him.

“I love you, Emerson,” he grunted, his eyes blazing with every emotion that he’d ever felt for me. “I fucking love you.”

“Yes, yes…God, yes…” I chanted as pain and pleasure began to mix like a beautiful recipe of need. “Harder, Ramsey…please…”

Hours later, I was still screaming for him, and he was still telling me how much he loved me, and it was just going to have to be enough for right now.

Chapter 21

Ramsey~

After Emerson had passed out in my arms last night, I had laid awake, knowing that I was just going to make things worse for us, but also knowing that it couldn’t be helped. I was a man of my word, and I had warned Adrian Cossacks what would happen if he acted inappropriately with my wife, and sending her flowers was the very definition of inappropriate in my book.

I’d also thrown the flowers away this morning before Emerson had woken up. Luckily, they hadn’t made that much of a mess when she had knocked them over, and all it’d taken to clean it up was a towel to the damp spot on the carpet. Had I been thinking more clearly, I would have saved the vase, then used it to bash Cossacks head in, but I’d been a little more tired this morning than usual.

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