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The thought of never seeing Ramsey again was crippling. For whatever reason, for whatever plan that was set for my life, I saw Ramsey as a part of it. Did I love him? Maybe I did. Maybe that’s what this crazy pull was. It could only be love, right? Or insanity, which I wasn’t ruling out completely.

However, 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 wasn’t sure what I would have done had Emerson given me a different answer. Even if that answer had been ‘I don’t know’, I was still pretty sure that I would have lost my shit. It was important that what came next came to pass because she felt the same way that I did. Or could be that I was just an insecure pussy, and I wished for those words so much that I had put her on the spot and coerced her to say them.

Nevertheless, it didn’t matter.

She’d 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, then 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.

For the first time in my life, I didn’t know what to do. Most of my sexual encounters had consisted of bending a bitch over, wrapping up my dick, then slamming home. I had always made sure that they’d gotten off, but I’d never been big on foreplay.

However, 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 that 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.”

She whimpered, and I lost it.

I hooked my thumbs on either side of my boxers, then pushed them down. Now we were both completely naked, and I wasn’t going to lie and say that 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 that I had ever bragged about before because I had nothing to do with what had been gifted to me by The Good Lord. I had what I had, and I used it how I saw fit. Still, I wasn’t so clueless notto realize that being an eighteen-year-old with a thick, long, eight-inch cock was definitely a blessing.

Emerson’s eyes shot up to mine. “Ramsey…”

I didn’t want her having any second thoughts, so I grabbed her by her arms, then 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 that I was pretty certain that I was going to blow like a twelve-year-old jacking off for the first time.

She complied, and soon, she was lying down, fully on her back, in the middle of the bed. I stood with my knees hitting the edge of the mattress and just took in the sight of her naked body. Emerson had been built to fuck. She had big, heavy, teardrop tits, a small waist, a soft stomach, 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 ordered, not sure how my voice was even working right now. “I’ve already seen your beautiful face and your perfect body. I want to see that sweet, pink, wet pussy of yours now.”

Her entire face flushed at my dirty words, but she complied. Ever so slowly, Emerson drew her knees up, then let them fall open, showcasing her perfectly trimmed triangle and bare cunt lips, and fuck me if they weren’t already glistening with her arousal. She had just taken a shower, so her pussy should have been squeaky clean. However, that one kiss had her creaming already.

“Spread your pussy open for me, Emerson,” I instructed, my dick harder that it’d ever been.

Her face turned a deeper shade of red, but she didn’t cower. I watched, completely entranced, as her delicate hands made their way down her stomach, then over the inside of her thighs. Then I watched as her fingertips reached for her pussy lips, pulling them apart for me.

I couldn’t stop the groan that escaped my soul. I was fairly certain that I was going to spend the rest of my life with my face buried in that very spot. My eyes flicked up towards 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’d 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. It madesense when she bit her lower lip, then turned her head, and I decided that I wasn’t going to ask for permission.

I climbed on the bed, then settled my shoulders in between her thick, soft, silky thighs. I breathed her in, and her honey-scented pussy filled my nostrils, driving me crazier than I already was. I lowered my head, then took one long, slow, languorous swipe up her slit from her entrance to her hard, sensitive, little nub, and even a gun to my head couldn’t make me move from this spot now that I knew what she tasted like.

Her hands dug into my hair, fisting handfuls of it. “Ramsey…”

That was all the green light that I needed.

I propped my weight on my elbows, then used my hands to spread her as wide as her body would allow. Her center was so pink, creamy, and delicious that I wondered how I would ever survive life without the taste of her cunt on my tongue daily.

“Fuck, Emerson,” I groaned. “I’ve never tasted anything as delicious as your sweet pussy, baby.”

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