Page 42 of Ramsey & Emerson

“God-fucking-damn it, Emerson,” he gritted between his clenched teeth. “Why in the fuck didn’t you tell me that you were a fucking virgin?”

I was instantly, unreasonably, completely mad at him. I glared up at him, my eyes wet, and my body throbbing in pain. “What? Are you mad that I’m not quite the slut that you kept accusing me of being? Whateveryonekept accusing me of being?” I scoffed, and I had to admit that I enjoyed proving him and all his bullshit wrong.

His face looked incredulous. “Are you kidding me?” he snapped. “You want to pick a fight with meright now?”He really looked dumbfounded. “I’ve got eight inches of cock buried inside you as you fucking bleed all over it, and you want to argue over what an asshole I was?” He let out a deep breath, then swore, looking pained. “Jesus Christ, Emerson, now isnotthe time. And besides, I’m fully aware of how much of an asshole I was.”

Okay, well…when he said it likethat…now was probably not the appropriate time to have this discussion. Besides, his size was invasive, and it was becoming difficult to concentrate on anything other than the pain and discomfort of having Ramsey resting inside my body.

My rage quickly dissipated, and I tried focusing on the point that he was making. “It hurts, Ramsey,” I whispered.

Ramsey closed his eyes, then dropped his forehead to mine. When he opened them again, he said, “I know, baby. I know it hurts, and I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry for everything.” He sounded absolutely gutted. “And I get it. I get why you didn’t tell me, and it’s okay. I…I didn’t deserve to know.”

He knew that his shock at my virginity was a sort of victory for me. Now, while I hadn’t done it on purpose (because I really hadn’t believed that I’d fall for the asshole), it’d still been a passive-aggressive way for me to get back at him for letting everyone assume that I was a whore.

I gave a slight nod of my head before turning away to look out the window. I wasn’t sure what I was feeling in this moment, and I was afraid that he’d see the sea of confusion in the depths of my eyes if I kept looking up at him.

Even though it was too late to turn back now, I was still confused and unsure where Ramsey was concerned. We were moving too damn fast for this, but I didn’t know how to stop my craving for him, or if I even wanted to stop it. I was pretty sure that I was going to want him like this forever. Nonetheless, my solace didn’t last long.

“Emerson, please look at me.” I looked back up at him. “There’s a lot of shit that I’m sorry for, and it’s going to take me awhile to list them, but right now…right now, I gotta move, baby.”

He was right, of course. We weren’t in a position to talk about these past fucked-up days right now. Plus, I was ruining this with my doubts and confusion. This was my first time, and while painful, I wanted it to be as meaningful as possible.

“Okay,” I whispered.

Ramsey let out a deep breath, then continued to hit me with his honesty. “I’m not going to go slow with you Emerson,” he warned. “I’m not going to pretend or let you think that I’m going to go easy on you. It’s going to hurt, and you’re going to bleed everywhere.” He closed his eyes to give himself a second, and then looked down at me again. “It might feel like I’m just fucking you, and you might feel like I’m not focusing on your feelings, but I promise, baby, you’re all I’m focusing on, and I do care about your feelings-”

“Ramsey-”

“But, Emerson, I want you with a need I can’t control,” he whispered, his breath light on my face. “I’m not embarrassed to admit that I have no control when it comes to you.”

My breath got caught in my throat with his blatant honesty. His violent ways should abhor me, considering. I should be pushing him off me andholding out for a guy that was sweet and respectful. Instead, I gave him another slight nod of my head, giving him permission to use me however he wanted to.

Ramsey clenched his jaw, then I felt an intense pinch when he pulled his dick back out. However, it was quickly replaced with pain again when he slammed back in. I held onto his biceps, digging my nails in deep enough to break the skin, and then opened my legs wider. The second that I did that, Ramsey stayed true to his word, and he started to jackhammer himself deep inside me.

The pain was real, and it was consuming, and I had no idea how I was going to get through this. How did women get past this to want to ever do this again? How could there be any kind of desire or yearning in the kisses and touching if you knew that this was where it was all going to lead?

I kept opening my legs wider with the hope of somehow relieving the pain. I unreasonably thought that, if I spread my legs wider, it would open my pussy up some more, and he would fit better. Newsflash for anyone out there that hadn’t experienced this yet: it didn’t work that way.

However, after a few minutes, something miraculous began to take place. The pain started to subside, and my body started to recognize what it was meant to do. I started to feel the familiar signs of my body’s pleasure taking over. A few moments ago, I never would have thought it possible, but pleasure was all that I was beginning to feel now.

“Ramsey…” I mewled.

He started crashing into me harder, and it was like he knew that my body was adjusting and coming around to experience the pleasure. “That’s it, baby. Cum on my cock, Emerson,” he rasped out.

He’d said my name, and though he’d been addressing me, it was my body that heard him loud and clear. My skin started to tingle, and my core started contracting around his dick, and that just prompted him to get filthier; almost as if he couldn’t help himself.

“I want my cock covered in your cum and blood, baby,” he grunted above me. “I want you to bleed all over me as proof that you’re mine and only mine.”Oh, God.“I’m going to own your cunt, Emerson. I’m going to own every single part of you.”

My nerves splintered into a million different starbursts all across my body, and I came so hard that white spots danced behind my eyelids. It was a feeling that I would never imagine could exist. The feeling was so intense, so…amazing, no wonder it was a struggle to resist once you’ve experienced this feeling. I imagined it was like doing drugs.

“Ramsey…oh, God…”

“Fuck yeah, Emerson,” he growled as he continued to slam into me over and over again until his body seized over mine, emptying himself inside my unprotected body. Still, Ramsey kept slamming into me and didn’t stop until his dick started to soften. It was beautiful how he couldn’t get enough of me, even after he couldn’t go on.

After he finally faced the reality that this round was over, Ramsey pulled out of me, then along with his body, he’d taken all the pleasure that I’d been feeling with him. I tried to shift my legs, but the discomfort bordered on pain. I was a wet, uncomfortable, sticky mess, and I knew that my body was going to be in agonizing pain tomorrow.

However, did I regret it? No.

Did I want to do it again? Yes.

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