The vision of it will stay with me forever.
My tongue made another trip through her folds, and my fingers were spreading her apart as I tasted every inch of her pussy. I made out with her pussy until it wasn’t enough for me. I slid two fingers in her cunt as my tongue worked her hard little clit, and the moans and whimpers were getting louder.
I worked the inside of her pussy with my fingers, and soon, Lake was warning me she was going to cum. “Oh, God…Ramsey, I’m…oh, God…”
Curling my fingers, I worked both erogenous zones, and it was clear as day why guys loved eating pussy when Lake was crying out my name. “Ramsey.”
I lapped up her cream and even caught the little bit that escaped down to her ass. I devoured her orgasm, and I hadn’t even gotten started yet.
Chapter 26
Lake~
My body was a twitching mess, but I didn’t care. I’d never felt anything so astounding in all my life, and Ramsey wasn’t even close to being done.
I felt his tongue everywhere, even as his fingers kept sliding inside me. His face was centered in the deepest parts of my privacy, and because I was bare except for the trimmed triangle I groomed over my center, I knew he could see everything. Every drop of arousal and every spasm of aftermath.
“Give me one more, baby,” he said, his breath hot against my sensitive clit. “Cum on my face again.” My body squirmed, but it really erupted with lust when he added, “I can’t get enough. I can’t eat this pussy enough. I want more, Lake.”
My hands twisted in the sheets as his tongue went back to working my clit, but pleasure really took its toll when I felt his tongue move lower and past his fingers. “Oh, God…” Forgetting about my clit, Ramsey’s fingers manipulated the Holy Grail inside my body as his tongue worked my ass, and I was an absolute slut for it. I never knew anything could feel this amazing. I never understood why people risked everything for sex, but I understood it now.
Soon, I was screaming his name again, and I knew I was a mess down there. I knew we were a mess. His face and my thighs were coated with what he was doing to me, and I shamelessly wanted him to keep doing it to me.
“I need one more, Lake,” he said, and there was no way I was going to be able to. He wanted to stay down there, but I needed him up here with me.
“Ramsey, I need you. Please,” I begged. “I need you with me.”
I felt him clean his face on my left thigh, and the decadent act had me ready to really beg for it. Beg for him. If anyone had ever asked me how I envisioned my first time, filthy would not have been my answer. But that’s where this was headed. Ramsey was going to make good on his promise and ruin me, and I wasn’t inclined to stop him.
I could feel Ramsey ridding himself of his underwear, but soon, he was crawling his way back up my body, and his arrogance was front and center when he asked, “You need my cock, baby?” His lips were still shiny, and I felt like the biggest slut on the planet because, right here, right now, I did need it.
“Yes,” I admitted. “I need more.”
“Spread your legs for me, Lake,” he instructed, and I did it. As soon as I raised my knees further out, Ramsey braced himself on one elbow as he reached down to line his dick up against my entrance. His eyes never left mine, and when the head of his cock was cradled in my tight slickness, Ramsey said, “Forget every romance novel you’ve ever read or any romantic comedy you’re ever watched. Your first time is not going to come with background music, roses, wine, and romance, Lake.” I could feel my eyes widened, and wondered what was wrong with me, because his words were not scaring me. Quite the opposite, in fact. “Your first time is going to be painful. It’s going to be messy and bloody, and it’s going to hurt like hell, baby.”
My entire body clenched. “Oh, God…”
“I’m going to fucking rip you apart, Lake,” he promised wickedly. “You will never forget tonight. You will never forget the moment I made you mine.” With that, he slammed into me, and my entire body ricocheted with pain.
“Ramsey!”
“Fuck,” he hissed out, his teeth clenched, his body taunt, and his veins popping out everywhere. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
My hands came around him and I could feel my nails digging into his flesh as he showed me absolutely no mercy. My virgin status mattered nothing to him. Ramsey was slamming into me over, and over again as if he hadn’t just torn me open. My body was being wracked with so many different sensations, I couldn’t imagine what would have happened had I not been soaking wet down there. Even though I’d felt Ramsey’s size before, when he’s been pressed up against me, I hadn’t had a full grasp of how big he was or how tightly stretched I’d feel around him.
Ramsey’s thrusts were hard, deep, and powerful, and I thought the agony of his assault would never go away, but when his head bent down to take a nipple into his mouth, pleasure started working its way through the pain. His lips, mouth, and teeth were everywhere, my breast, my neck, my lips, my jaw, my face. He said he couldn’t get enough, and I believed him. I could feel the desperate intensity coming off him in waves.
“Your pussy is so fucking tight,” he grunted over me. “Christ, I’m never going to get enough.”
“Ramsey, please…” Pleasure was making an appearance now, and I needed him to keep it going. I wanted to feel good. I wanted another orgasm.
“You sound so pretty when you’re begging for my cock, baby,” he growled. “That’s what you’re doing, right? Begging for this dick?”
My body clenched around him, proving him right. “Yes…”
His left arm swung around until he had my knee hooked over it, and spreading me open further, his hips began such a fierce tempo against my body, I knew I was going to be bruised. “Beg some more,” he demanded, and independent women all over the world would be so disappointed in me because I did.
“Please,” I begged, my fingernails drawing blood from his back. “Make me cum.”
Suddenly, he stopped, and I was on the verge of panic. I was truly afraid he was going to stop. That underlining fear that this was all a joke, or a dare, was beginning to surface. “Ram…?”
“My dick is the only dick that will ever make you cum, Lake,” he practically snarled down at me. “Say it.” I looked into those stormy brown eyes of his, and to repeat that would be agreeing that we were forever. It would mean I was agreeing with all his craziness. “Fucking say it!” he yelled down at me. “Only me, Lake. Only. Me.”
“Only you, Ramsey,” I agreed, letting emotions guide me down this destructive path instead of my mind.
“Say my name again,” he demanded.
“Ramsey,” I quickly complied.
His thrusts were hitting exactly where I needed them to, and soon, that sensation was back, threatening to take over again. “Again.”
“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 h
is 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, if you’re concerned with becoming a teenage mother, I suggest you do 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~
I spent 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.”
I almost scoffed but I didn’t want to dismiss her opinions about me. My looks weren’t anything I could be credited with, though. I’d had nothing to do with how my parents looked, therefore, how I looked. Besides, listening to the tone in her voice, I wasn’t sure Lake was necessarily paying me a compliment. She sounded disappointed over it, in fact.
So, instead of remarking on her comment, I asked, “Are you hungry?”
She blinked, and it was almost as if she were snapping herself out of a trance. “Uh, yeah,” she mumbled. “I…I could eat.”
Holding her hand, I pulled her behind me as we made our way down the stairs and towards the kitchen. And I knew the second she knew she’d been set up because her hand yanked back as soon as she heard the voices coming from the kitchen.
I tightened my hold on her as my head turned back. “It’s just my parents,” I told her.
Her blue eyes threatened to pop out of her head. “Are you crazy?” she whisper-yelled. “I’m not meeting your fucking parents!” And she must have been really rattled if she was cussing. Lake didn’t throw f-bombs on the regular like I did.
I yanked on her hand until she toppled against me. “Yes, you are,” I said, correcting her. “Why wouldn’t you?”
“Do I need to remind you that I didn’t even want to meet you,” she hissed. “Your parents are…”
I cocked my head. I knew exactly what she was trying to get to, but I wanted to hear her say it. “My parents are what, Lake?”
She shook her head. “I’m leaving,” she claimed. “I am not meeting your parents.”
I slid my hand up the back of her neck and held her firm. “Here’s how this is going to go, Lake,” I told her. “You can walk in there or I can drag you, kicking and screaming, it’s entirely up to you.”
“Rams-” I bent down to reach for her thighs and felt an immediate slap on my back. “Okay, okay,” she snapped. “I’ll walk.” I straightened, grabbed her hand again, and led her to the kitchen.
It wasn’t that I blamed her, but she was going to have to get over it sooner or later, so why not now? I knew my parents had brutal reputations, but that didn’t change the fact that they were still my parents. I loved them, and they sure as fuck loved me and Maddox, of that I had no doubt. The world didn’t get to peek through the curtains of our house. They didn’t get to see Emerson and Ramsey Reed, the parents. The world had no clue who my parents really were, and that included Lake.
There was also the fact that, while she didn’t know it, I’ve never brought a girl home before. And not just to meet them, but to our house period. Mad neither. That was also a part of Dad’s lecture to save bits and pieces for the girl we’d one day love. Other than Lennon, D.J., and Maggie, no other girls have ever seen the inside of our house, apart from our aunts.
Pulling a very reluctant Lake behind me, we walked into the kitchen, and the second Mom and Dad registered that I had Lake with me, silence screamed in the room.
I pulled out one of the barstools for Lake, and as she sat down, I asked, “Do you guys need any help with lunch?” The counter was already littered with burger sliders, macaroni salad, chips, and even some fruit, but I asked anyway.
“No. Everything’s ready,” Dad replied, his voice a little cold. He knew who Lake was, but he was probably wondering if she was here of her own accord, or if this was a feeding-the-prisoner situation.
With Mom just staring and Dad sounding less than welcoming, I decided I’d better introduce her quickly. “Dad, Mom, I’d like you to meet Lake. Lake Warren.” When Dad’s eyes slid from her face to mine, I added. “My girlfriend.”
Dad smiled, and I could see him visibly relax. “It’s nice to meet you, Lake,” he said, reaching across the counter to shake her hand.
Lake took his hand, and her voice was barely a whisper when she replied, “Mr. Reed.” His gaze shot my way when he noticed how
she hadn’t said it was nice to meet him. However, the second Dad released her hand, they were back in her lap, her eyes downcast.
There was a long heartbeat of uncomfortable silence before Dad said, “Babe?”
Mom looked over at him, and I watched as her grey eyes widened in realization. “Oh, God,” she rushed out. “Oh, uhm, forgive me.” She smiled, shock gone, and said, “It’s very nice to meet you, Lake.”
Lake looked up but gave her the same treatment she had given Dad. “Mrs. Reed.”
I could see guilt clouding up in Mom’s eyes. “Oh, Lake, honey, I’m sorry,” she said. “I…” Mom glanced over at Dad, and he looked like he wanted to hug her, however, he didn’t. She looked back at Lake. “Please, forgive me…Ram has never brought home a girl before, Lake. I was…just shocked.”
Lake’s head turned, and she looked up at me. I winked and that just pissed her off more. I’d blindsided all of them, and I was pretty sure they weren’t appreciating it at the moment.
“I’m sorry if I’ve offended you, or you feel unwelcomed,” Mom went on.
Lake turned back to face her. “It’s okay,” she lied before glancing back down at her lap.
“I’m going to kill you, Ram,” Mom threatened, and I winked at her, too.
But then Lake’s head snapped up. “So, it’s not just me who feels that way around him?”
Dad’s fake cough did nothing to hide his laugh, while Mom’s eyes narrowed at me. “I assure you, Lake, he brings that urge out in almost everyone he meets.” Then she looked over at Dad. “The talent reminds me of someone else I know.”
“What do you feel like eating?” I asked Lake, stopping what was surely going to be a horrifying recount of how I was just like my dad.
“Anything’s fine,” she mumbled, still embarrassed.
I started making her plate as Dad started making Mom’s. He had seated her as soon as I had asked Lake what she wanted, and that was the scene Maddox stumbled upon when he walked into the kitchen; me and Dad serving Lake and Mom.
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