His pace increases, each thrust driving deeper than the last. I'm pinned beneath him, completely at his mercy, and I've never felt more alive.
"Next time I chase you through the woods like the little prey you are, when I catch you I’m gonna fuck this tight little ass. Pin you down in the dirt again and take what’s mine."
"Oh god," I whimper, the image he's painting making me dizzy with want.
He shifts his weight, reaching around to rub my clit in circles as he continues to pound into me. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? My cock stretching this ass while you squirm underneath me?"
"Yes," I gasp, shameless in my need. "I want that."
Ramsey's fingers work magic on my clit, bringing me right to the edge again. I'm so close I can taste it, my entire body tensing as the pressure builds.
"Come for me," he demands, his voice strained with his own approaching climax. "Come all over my dick like the good little star you are."
That does it. I explode around him, my pussy clamping down on his length as waves of pleasure crash through me. I scream his name, over and over.
I'm barely conscious of what's happening as Ramsey suddenly pulls out of me, his strong hands flipping me onto my back. My vision swims as I try to focus on his face hovering above me, his blue eyes locked on mine with an intensity that steals my breath.
"I need to see you," he growls, but there's something different in his voice now—a vulnerability beneath the roughness.
He lines himself up and slides back inside me, so fucking slow I can feel every inch of him stretching me open. We both gasp as he bottoms out, fully seated inside me.
Instead of the punishing pace from before, he starts moving in long, deep strokes that hit places inside me I didn't know existed. His eyes never leave mine, like he's trying to memorize every expression that crosses my face.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he murmurs, one hand coming up to brush damp strands of hair away from my forehead. The tenderness of the gesture makes my chest ache.
I reach up to touch his face, tracing the sharp line of his jaw. He turns his head to press a kiss against my palm, and that simple action nearly breaks me.
"Ram," I whisper, not even knowing what I want to say.
He leans down, his lips meeting mine in a kiss so soft it's almost reverent. His tongue slides against mine as his hips keep up their steady rhythm, fucking me slow and deep like we have all the time in the world.
"I've wanted you for so long," he says against my lips, his voice thick with emotion. "But I was never good enough for you. I’m still not good enough for you."
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. "You were always enough," I tell him, my voice cracking. "Always."
He drops his forehead to mine, our breath mingling as he continues to move inside me. One of his hands cradles my face, thumb stroking my cheekbone like I'm something precious. He makes a sound like he's been wounded, his rhythm faltering for just a moment before he regains control. His lips find mine again, kissing me like he's trying to pour his soul into me through our connected mouths.
I can feel him everywhere—his cock stretching me, his chest pressed against my breasts, his hands in my hair, on my face, tracing patterns on my skin like he's writing promises he's afraid to say out loud.
"I love you," he says against my lips. The words so raw they sound like they've been torn from deep in his chest. It’s like he cracked open his ribs, dipped his fingers inside and wrote his love and loyalty across my skin in his blood.
"I love you too," I whisper back, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes. The words feel inadequate for what's coursing through me right now—this overwhelming tidal wave of emotion that threatens to drown me in the best possible way.
Ramsey's eyes darken as he stares down at me, like he’s crawling inside my head, my body, infecting my bloodstream with something so inherently him. If you cut me open all that would bleed out would be him, us.
He shifts his weight onto one arm, the other hand sliding between our bodies to find my clit. His fingers circle it with just the right pressure, making me see stars.
"Gonna make you come again," he says, his voice rough with determination. "Want to feel this pussy squeeze my cock when you fall apart."
My back arches off the bed as he presses down harder on my clit, timing his strokes to hit my G-spot.
"Oh god, Ram, I can't—" My words cut off in a choked moan as the pressure builds, my entire body tensing beneath him.
"Yes, you fucking can," he growls, his eyes locked on mine. "Give it to me. Give me everything."
His fingers move faster. I'm teetering on the edge, so close I can taste it, but something's holding me back. Like I need him to tell me, to push me. To finally be able to let go.
"Let go," Ramsey commands, like he can read my mind. His voice drops even lower, almost a purr against my ear. "Let go for me, baby. I've got you."
