Page 92 of Ramsey & Emerson

“Take that dick, baby,” he grunted against my lips. “Take the only dick that you will ever fucking know.”

“Harder…” I begged, that familiar sensation already crawling up my spine. “God, Ramsey…I need it harder…”

Letting go of my hair, Ramsey wrapped his hand around my throat, and his dark gaze bore into mine as his hips crashed into mine in a unrelenting pace that was going to leave me sore in the morning. I felt him deep inside me, and I didn’t want him to stop, even after I came for him. I had no problem staying in this restroom for the remainder of the event, letting my husband do whatever he wanted to do to me.

“Tell me you love me, Emerson,” he grunted, his voice a dark echo of need, his lips coated in my blood.

“I love you, Ramsey…”

“You want my cum?”

“Yes…” I cried out, not caring that I was going to be a mess when we walked out of here. “God, yes…”

“Beg for it,” he ordered, his hips moving faster, telling me that he was just as close as I was.

“Ramsey, please…”

“Cum for me, baby…cum all over my cock,” he grunted.

“Don’t…stop…”

As soon as Ramsey squeezed my neck tighter with his fingers, I let out a choked cry as I finally came all over him, my dress and his suit be damned. Waves of euphoria hit every inch of my body, and all I could do was hold on tighter as my body trembled in a thrilling kaleidoscope of pleasure from my head to my toes.

“Oh, God…Ramsey…” I cried out as he rode me through each wave, his hips refusing to grant me any mercy. “Oh, God…”

“Mine, mine, mine,” he chanted as he lost control inside of me, and white spots danced behind my eyes as he cut off my air for just a second, releasing me quickly enough for another wave of pleasure to wrack my body.

I closed my eyes as my head dropped back against the mirror, and I’d never felt so out of my mind before. If this was what it felt like to do drugs, then I could understand the appeal. My body felt limp, and my mind felt like a weightless cloud, no stress anywhere.

Unaware of how much time had passed, I finally opened my eyes when I felt Ramsey pull out of me, his soft dick making a mess everywhere. I could feel our releases coating every inch of my pussy, and I could even feel some of it sliding down my ass and onto the fabric of my dress, protecting the counter beneath me.

As I watched Ramsey put himself back together, I forced my body to sit up, and I could feel the sting in my neck now that lust wasn’t clouding everything around me. When I touched my fingertips to the wound, they came back with a little bit of blood on them, and all I could do was let out a heavy sigh of acceptance. This was Ramsey, and I’d always known it.

When he turned on one of the faucets to wash out his mouth and clean the blood from his lips, I looked over at him, then asked, “Did it help?”

As soon as he was done, Ramsey turned the water off, then reached over to help me off the counter. Looking straight into my eyes, he answered, “No.”

I gave him a terse nod because I had suspected as much. “Then I think it’s time that we go home.”

“I agree,” he replied stoically, and if we were anywhere else, I’d be demanding answers right now.

Knowing that there was no point in starting something that we couldn’t finish here, I turned around, and I let out a dark laugh as I looked at the mess staring back at me from the mirror. My hair was in complete disarray, my lips looked bruised, my dress was a wrinkled mess, and my neck look like I’d been attacked by a goddamn bat.

Reaching up to undo my bun, I let my hair fall around my shoulders, using some of it to hide the hickey, but that was about all I could do to clean up the mess. When we walked out of here, everyone was going to know exactly what we’d been doing, but that was a concern for another time. Right now, Ramsey’s state of mind was the priority.

When I finally looked back over at him, it was to him putting my torn panties in his pocket right before he grabbed my plaque, then tossed it into the trash can.

Chapter 13

Ramsey~

The drive home had been made in silence, but I knew that was because Emerson had been trying to decide between being understanding and ripping me a new one, and I still had no idea which one she’d decided on.

When we’d left the restroom, she hadn’t bothered to retrieve her award, and I’d been grateful for that small measure of mercy. Had she insisted on keeping it, then there’d have been no telling what would have happened. Even though the plaque had been presented by FTC, the award had been given to her by Cossacks, and over my dead body would she keep anything from that sonofabitch.

At any rate, after we had walked back into the event area, as soon as Scott and Sally had seen us, Sally had rushed over in a weak effort to try to hide Emerson’s appearance, and while I had no doubt that Emerson had been grateful for Sally’s loyalty, there’d been no hiding the damage. Luckily for the both of us, Scott had joined our little group before all of us had walked out together, almost like it’d been planned. I also hadn’t bothered to look around for Cossacks, though the territorial part of me had been hoping to run into him again. As crass as it sounded, I’d wanted him to see Emerson marked by me.

So, as I quietly followed Emerson into the kitchen, I waited patiently by the island while she opened the fridge to get herself a bottled water, then placed it on the counter, not even opening it. She’d been grasping for some more time to calm down, but it’d been no use.

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