Page 78 of Resurrecting the Enemy
His hand back on my thigh, he held on, his fingers digging into my flesh, as he rammed into my body over, and over again. “This pussy’s mine,” he ranted. “Your entire body’s mine. Everything. All of it.”
“Yes,” came my only reply. Ramsey was stretching me so deliciously, all I could do was agree with him.
“I’ll never let you go, Lake,” he swore, his voice rough against my ear, the heat of his chest absorbing into my skin, the head of his cock hitting deep and hard.
My arms tightened around his neck, and I held on, letting him claim the deepest parts of me. “Please, Ramsey…” I moaned. “Please…”
“You need to cum, baby?” he asked between thrusts. “You need me to make you cum?”
“Yes,” I cried out. “Please…”
My body started to clench around him as he growled wicked promises in my ear. “After I make you cum, you’re going to swallow my cock and suck it clean, baby.” The very idea was scandalous, but I couldn’t deny how much it turned me on. “And after you lick it clean, I’m cumming down your throat.”
My orgasm hit me with a surprising quickness, and I screamed out his name as my body tightened all around him, and waves of pleasure wracked every limb, every inch of me.
Letting me absorb the pleasure, Ramsey held me against the wall until I was able to come back from what my body had just gone through. But it wasn’t seconds later that he made good on his demands.
Ramsey set me down, and as soon as my feet were planted firmly on the floor, he wrapped my hair around his right fist, and pushed me to my knees. When I looked up, his chest was heaving, and he looked like an avenging god. “You know what to do,” he instructed.
I reached out, and slickness coated my palm as I wrapped my hand around his cock. Breaking eye contact, I leaned in and took his hard, thick heat into my mouth. That first weekend we’d been together, I’d done this a lot because I’d been scared to get pregnant, so I learned quickly what he liked and what it took to take him over the edge.
Swallowing as much of him as I could, I did my best to lick him clean of my release. “Fuck, baby,” he moaned above me, “you do that so good.” I kept working him with my mouth and hand, and soon, he was ready. “Fuck, Lake…I’m gonna cum,” he warned me. “I’m cumming, baby.” And even if I hadn’t wanted to swallow his release, he didn’t give me a choice. His hands grabbed fistfuls of my hair, and he held me prisoner as stream upon stream of his release hit the back of my throat.“Fuck…”he hissed, and all I could do was swallow what I could.
Ramsey’s harsh breathing was the only sound in the room, and when he reached down and grabbed my shoulders, yanking me to my feet, his next words had me reeling. His thumb wiped across my lower lips as he said, “Your ass is next.”
“Rams-”
“All of you, Lake,” he reminded me. “I own all of you.”
“And what about you?” I asked, still vulnerable. “Do I own all of you?”
His chocolate gaze never left mine as he said, “You have every piece of me, Lake. My heart, my mind, my body, and my soul. And I will never let anything, or anyone, come between us ever again.”
I didn’t necessarily believe him, but I couldn’t punish him forever. Forgiveness or not, I wanted to be happy and holding this over his head wouldn’t accomplish that. So, I said the one thing I knew to be true. I said the only thing I was feeling right now. “I love you,” I whispered.
Ramsey closed his eyes and his forehead dropped to mine. We stayed like that, with his hands cupping my face and my hands holding on to his hips, for a while. And it wasn’t until I got a chill and my body shivered in Ramsey’s arms that he carried me to the bed, tucking me inside the covers. And crawling in after me, he wrapped me in his arms and just held tight.
Our breathing finally evened out, and a comfortable silence fell throughout his room. I was close to falling asleep, sex and my emotions finally taking their toll, when he said, “I meet your parents tomorrow, Lake.”
“What?”
“I meet your parents tomorrow,” he repeated. “Then we head over to Port Lucia, so everyone can make things right.” I thought about that, and I wanted no part of his friends right now.
I wasn’t ready.
“You can meet my parents,” I compromised, “but I want nothing to do with your friends.”
“Lake-”
I turned in his arms to face him. “Not right now, Ramsey,” I clarified. “I’m not ready to get into it with them when I’m still trying to work through what we’re doing.”
Ramsey rolled me onto my back and covered me with his body. My legs easily opened for him, and my eyes fell closed as he went to stretching me wide again. Slowly, Ramsey filled me up, and sliding in deep, he held still and demanded, “Look at me, Lake.” I opened my eyes, and his beauty made my eyes sting. “Every day, I’m going to work to erase that night from your mind.” The tears escaped. “And I’m hoping, one day, it might just work.”
I reached up, my palm on his cheek, and lied. “One day, it might.”
Ramsey started moving inside me, knowing I lied, and it still felt like everything.
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