Page 9 of Ramsey & Emerson

“Make no mistake, Emerson,” I smirked.“Everyinch of me is all man. Something you will find out soon enough, baby.”

Emerson narrowed her eyes up at me. “If you want to go slumming, might I suggest the girls whose parents make only ten million a year. I’m sure they’re more your fit.”

I wanted to laugh.

Christ, this girl had balls.

Instead, I reached down, then grabbed her backpack with one hand while my other hand intertwined with hers. I didn’t give her time to protest, either. I just tugged on her hand, then left her to either walk beside me or trail after me. I didn’t care which.

To her credit, she tried to snatch her hand out of mine. “What are you doing?” she hissed. “Where in the fuck do you think you’re taking me?”

The hallway parted as everyone stood around gawking. It was like Emerson and I were in a goddamn parade as we walked down the hallway with all the spectators around. Granted, the seas would have parted for me anyway, but with Emerson in tow, everyone was really making an effort to step out of the way.

“To class,” I answered, not giving her anything more.

“Wh…what? How do you-”

I stopped, then pulled her towards me, peering down at her again. “I know every fucking thing that goes on in this school, Charity,” I informed her. “That means that I know your schedule, where your locker is, and even your fucking locker combination.” I turned away from her, then continued pulling her behind me until we got to class.

As soon as we walked into the classroom, I headed straight for the back of the room, still pulling Emerson behind me. The classrooms were designed college-style where there was stadium seating, so it took a few seconds to find our seats. However, the second that I sat down, Emerson took the opportunity to bolt and try to find a seat up front. I jumped up, then reaching out until I had the back of her neck crushed in my grip, I yanked her back, forcing her to sit next to me.

“Get your fucking hands off me, Ramsey,” she snarled.

I tightened my hand around her neck until I saw her wince. “My fucking hands are going to continue to be all over you, Emerson,” I snapped. “So, I suggest you get used to it.”

Then she really fucked me up.

“Oh, really?” she asked, right before she opened her thighs and let me inhale her scent. “And where exactly is all over, Ramsey?”

This girl had no idea who in the fuck she was dealing with.

I had no problem spreading her pretty thighs wide open, then fucking her in front of the entire class. I wasn’t insecure about the size of my dick, and I knew that I could fuck, so I had nothing to be embarrassed about.

I leaned down farther until she was almost laid out with my body covering hers. “Be careful, baby. I have no problem sinking into your tight, warm, little pussy right here in front of everyone,” I threatened.

Her chest was heaving, and I could smell her arousal, but she still didn’t back down. “I wonder how disappointed you’d be to find out that my pussy isn’t really all that tight,” she smirked. “Men, Ramsey. Remember, I likemen.”

This. Fucking. Girl.

I couldn’t stop the snarl at the thought of her being fucked by other guys. I might not be her first, but I would be her best if it killed me. God, she had me so pissed off. So pissed off and worked up that I seriously contemplated fucking her right here and now.

“I can’t wait to shove my cock in your mouth to shut you the fuck up.”

Emerson laughed.

She honest-to-God laughed in my face.

She placed her hands on my chest, and I let her push me back to a seated position. When she was done laughing, she shocked me yet again. “Ramsey,if the day ever comes where you have your dick in my mouth, the last thing that you’ll be thinking about is shutting me up. You will be begging me to have mercy on you,” she smirked.

The teacher finally addressed the class, and so I ignored her comment, and not because I gave a fuck what the teacher was saying. I didn’t respond because a small part of me believed her. I was teetering on the edge of insanity as it was, so there was a good chance that she was right, and if I ever did get my dick near her in that capacity, Iwouldbe begging.

The fact that she wasn’t a virgin also clawed at my inner caveman. Now, it wasn’t that I cared if a girl gave up the goods to every boy that she’d ever met or was waiting until marriage. As far as I was concerned, women had every right to explore their sexuality just as men did. Emerson’s lack of a hymen wasn’t a problem for me. No. My problem was the added pressure of making sure that I would be the best that she ever had. Emerson’s personality was so large that there was no way that this girl laid there like a dead fish in bed. It would be a fight for dominance once I got her naked, and I had every intention of being the one on top.

Even if it killed me.

Chapter 6

Emerson~

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