Ramsey settles against the headboard, his hands gripping my waist, blue eyes burning into mine. I'm shaking, still sensitive from my orgasm, my thighs trembling as I try to adjust to this new position. He feels impossibly deeper this way.
"Ride me," he commands, voice rough as gravel. His fingers dig into my hips hard enough to bruise. "Show me how badly you want this dick."
I lift myself up experimentally, gasping at the drag of him inside me, before sinking back down. The fullness is overwhelming.
"Fuck," I whimper, bracing my hands on his chest.
"That's it," he encourages, his jaw clenched tight. "Use me, baby girl. Take what you need."
I start moving, awkward at first, trying to find a rhythm. My inexperience must be obvious, but the way Ramsey's looking at me—like I'm the most perfect thing he's ever seen—gives me confidence.
Each time I sink down, he hits spots inside me I didn't know existed. I'm whimpering, my nails digging crescents into his chest.
"You like being on top?" he asks, one hand sliding up to grip my throat lightly. "Like being in control of me?"
I nod, breathless, as I bounce faster on his cock.
"That's cute," he smirks, suddenly thrusting up hard into me. "But we both know who's really in charge here."
"Fuck!" I cry out as he starts meeting each of my downward movements with brutal upward thrusts. My titsbounce with each impact, and his eyes track the movement hungrily.
"Look at you," he growls, his hand moving from my throat to my breast, roughly pinching my nipple. "Prettiest fucking thing I've ever seen."
Every time he pounds up into me, I see fucking stars, like the ones tattooed on my wrist. My legs are shaking, muscles burning as I try to match his rhythm.
"I can't—I can't—" I'm babbling now, overwhelmed by the sensations.
"Yes, you fucking can," Ramsey growls, his hands gripping my ass hard enough to bruise. "You're gonna cum on my cock again. Now."
He reaches between us, his thumb finding my clit and pressing down hard. The sudden pressure sends me hurtling over the edge, another hitting me like a fucking freight train.
My pussy clamps down on him, pulsing and squeezing his cock as I come apart.
"That's it, that's it," he hisses through clenched teeth, his rhythm becoming erratic. "I'm gonna cum inside you, fill you up?—"
His fingers dig into my hips, holding me down on his cock as he thrusts up one final time. I feel him pulsing inside me, his hot cum shooting deep, filling me in thick spurts that make me whimper with how fucking intimate it feels.
"Fuck, fuck, FUCK," he groans, his head thrown back, veins standing out on his neck as he empties himself inside me.
I collapse against his chest, sweaty and trembling, my face buried in his neck. We're both breathing hard, his hearthammering against mine. I can feel his cum inside me, warm and wet, a strange new sensation that makes me feel weirdly claimed.
After a few minutes of just holding me, he gently lifts me off his cock. I wince at the soreness between my legs as he lays me down next to him, then pulls me against his side.
"I'd clean you up, but I'm fucked up and wanna think about me leaking out of you all night long," he murmurs, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back.
"Oh my GOD, Ramsey," I gasp, lifting my head to stare at him. "Crude much?"
A dark, satisfied smile spreads across his face, his blue eyes glittering with something dangerous. "You have fucking no idea, baby."
Chapter 28
Ramsey
I've never understood the concept of peace until this moment, watching her chest rise and fall in the soft glow of dawn streaming through my bedroom window.
Her black hair is spread across my pillow like spilled ink, one arm tucked beneath her head, the other—the one with my mark on it—resting on her bare stomach. There are bruises forming on her hips where I gripped her too hard, fingerprints that mark her as mine.
She's fucking ruined me.
