I gasped as the pillow was ripped out from under my hips and Ramsay moved over me, reaching past me to his bedside drawer.
He pulled out a string of condoms and ripped one off, throwing the rest on the pillow above my head. My thighs spread without command as he moved between them, ripping the condom packet open.
With ease of practice, Ramsay smoothed the protection over his cock and then slid his hands under my ass to shift me up the bed. “Grab the headboard.”
I reached above me and wrapped my hands around the slatted frame, tugging my body up a little until I was more comfortable. “Did you build this headboard specifically with this in mind?” I teased.
Ramsay smoothed his roughened palms up my torso to cup my breasts. I arched into his touch as he brushed his thumbs over my nipples in teasing strokes. “I’ve never fucked anyone in this bed.”
Oh.
I didn’t know what to make of that.
His eyes gleamed. “But I can’t say I didn’t imagine tying a woman’s wrists to the headboard when I built it.”
“Do you … do you want to tie me to it?”
“Aye.” He squeezed my breasts. “Aye, one day. For now, you hold on to the headboard and you don’t let go. Or I stop.”
“I’m sensing a pattern,” I hissed as his cock brushed my sex.
“Aye …” He leaned down to brush his lips over mine. “And by how hard you came, suffice it to say, you fucking love it.”
My grip on the headboard tightened. “You know I do, you arrogant bastard.”
Ramsay grinned and sat up but only to take my thighs in his hands and lift my hips to meet his cock. Suddenly remembering how big he was, I tensed.
“Relax. I’ll fit.” He nudged into me slowly, his voice deepening to a growl. “You’ll take all of me, Silver, and love it.”
Yes, yes, yes!
“Tell me what you need.”
“Ramsay!”
“Say the words.” He stopped working into me. “Say the words.”
God, the man had an annoying amount of willpower. “I need your cock,” I huffed out.
“Where do you need it?”
“Inside me.”
“Inside where?” he teased mercilessly.
Oh God. My cheeks flushed. “You say it!”
Thankfully, he didn’t push me on it. “You need my cock in this tight wee pussy, is that right?”
My inner muscles squeezed, desperate to feel him. “Yes!”
With a grunt, Ramsay thrust into me, my swollen inner muscles clamping down on him like a pleasure-pain vise. My back arched, my hips rocking forward to pull him in as I cried out at the thick intrusion.
My grip on the bedframe bordered on superhuman.
“Easy,” Ramsay said gruffly as I tensed around him.
He was overwhelmingly thick.
