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“Ramsey.”
“A-fucking-gain,” he growled. “Jesus Christ, Lake…baby.”
I came.
My nails dug in deeper, my legs spread wider, my entire body gave itself over to Ramsey, along with my heart, and I shattered all around him through the pleasure and the pain he was pulling from me.“Ramsey!”
“Fuck!”he roared, right before his hips rammed into me deep enough that I could feel him bottom out. And with my brain and body overwhelmed with new sensations I wasn’t equipped to deal with yet, I was too late to make a difference when Ramsey warned, “I’m going to cum, Lake.” His voice rough and breathless, he said, “I’m cumming in your pussy, baby.”
And he did.
He shot his release deep inside my unprotected body.
It didn’t matter that I’d just had my period earlier last week. It didn’t matter what the biology books assumed. I wasn’t on birth control and Ramsey just came inside me.
“Ramsey?” There was a tinge of hysteria in my voice.“Ramsey?”He leaned down to kiss me, but I turned my head. I couldn’t let him distract me.
Mistaking my rejection for regret, he let my leg fall back and grabbed my chin in his fingers. Squeezing the hell out of my jaw, he forced me to look at him, and he looked livid. “I swear to God, Lake, if you say-”
“Ramsey, I’m not on birth control,” I blurted out, and then there was the other issue. “I don’t know where you’ve been, and we-”
He still looked furious, but he let go of my chin. “We’re going to get something straight, right here, right now, Lake,” he hissed. “I’ve never had sex without a condom and I’m healthy. I’ve never eaten pussy before yours.” My eyes widened. “And I’ve never fucked a girl up the ass like I’m going to do to you.”
“Rams-”
“I saved all that for you,” he continued. “You’re the girl who has all of me, and if you think I give a shit if you get pregnant or not, you are sorely mistaken.” I gasped. We were only in high school, for Pete’s sake. “So, ifyou’reconcerned with becoming a teenage mother, I suggestyoudo something about it.” His smirk was beautifully angry. “Because, baby, I’m only fucking you raw, and I’ll be fucking you every chance I get.”
“And if I refuse?” I wasn’t sure I was strong enough to do it, but I needed to hear his answer.
“Then I’ll have to find other ways to make you beg for it,” he replied coolly.
I was so screwed.
Chapter 27
Ramsey~
Ispent all weekend inside Lake, and I honestly didn’t know how I was going to get through the next five days of not sliding inside her every night.
After her freak out about birth control, I had made a special effort not to cum inside her. She had gotten an intense introduction to sucking dick, and much to my enjoyment, I found I liked cumming all over her body.A lot.There hadn’t been a part of her body that had been spared this weekend, and that had been the compromise. Granted, I had cum inside her four other times, but each time Lake had mumbled how it was fine. She’d keep repeating that the timing was okay and that we’d be fine. And while I was going to be missing her this week, I imagined she’d be happy as hell to have time to get on some type of birth control.
And now we were doing something else I’d never done before. We were having lunch with my parents. Of course, Lake didn’t know that. However, she’d been so eager to get me out of her house before her parents returned home from their weekend getaway that, when I told her I needed to come home to check on things, she had quickly agreed to come with me.
The entire drive to my house, she’d been quiet, but the further out of town we drove, the quieter she had become. The scenery had changed from small town, USA to green hills, valleys, trees, wrought iron gates, and mansions. Car traffic had gone from Toyotas and Saturns to Porches and Lexuses. And her entire body had sunk into the seat of my car when I had slowed down in front of our gated entrance.
Once we’d gotten out the car and through the front door, I had taken her straight up to my room, thrown my duffle bag on the floor, had told her to make herself at home, and had jumped in the shower. While I had showered at her place last night, nothing felt quite as clean as showering in your own shower. Besides, I’d had to use her shampoo and shit while I’d been there, and I hadn’t cared to smell like cherry blossom surprise anymore.
When I exited the adjoining bathroom into my bedroom, I found her sitting on my bed, her back straight as an arrow, her hands in her lap. She looked terrified to touch anything, and I couldn’t stop the loud sigh that had escaped.
Her head turned around to face me. “What?” she asked, her brow furrowed.
“You look uncomfortable as shit,” I told her, heading towards my dresser to grab some clothes.
Her face went back to facing her lap. “Maybe that’s because I can’t afford to accidentally break anything in this house,” she retorted drolly.
“I got you covered,” I replied just as drolly. She opted not to reply as I got dressed in a t-shirt and pair of basketball shorts. When I was done putting my shoes on, I walked over, put my hand out, and pulled her to stand with me.
Her eyes were glued to mine, and she sounded pained when she said, “You have got to be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
