7. Chapter 6
Chapter 6
5 Years Prior
Summer kissed him, and it took every scrap of control Ramiro had not to devour her. Summer wanted to have sex with him. The words were already filling every space in his mind.
He was so fucked.
Ramiro enjoyed sex, but he’d never been with anyone like Summer. She was already scared of the process.
He was used to women who knew exactly what they were in for and begged him for it—hours of rough sex that would wring them dry for days. Even though Ramiro was uncut, he had the opposite of a sensitive cock. He needed fierce, repetitive friction to get close to coming. Many of the women he’d been with tapped out well before he’d orgasmed, though they had gotten plenty themselves by then .
Even though he’d fantasized about Summer, who was kissing him so sweetly now, he doubted sex with her would change his needs.
But then, this wasn’t about his needs. It was about Summer’s.
She wanted him to take her virginity. Yes, she was still a virgin. What that group of high school boys had done to her didn’t count as sex. They’d deserved a lot worse than the car accident he’d arranged. Only one had survived the initial crash, and Ramiro had enjoyed slowly strangling the rapist with a seat belt until the life faded from his eyes. It hadn’t been the one who had drugged her, but it had to be enough. Even if Ramiro had gotten to torture each of them for days, drawing out the pain as long as he could, it wouldn’t have sated his rage.
Summer had cried when she’d learned about the car accident. They’d been tears of relief that her monsters were gone. She hadn’t realized at the time that what they’d done to her would always remain, leaching away her joy and confidence.
Summer needed Ramiro to show her how good her body could feel.
His anxiety drained away. If anyone deserved to be given pleasure, it was Summer, and he’d make sex with him the best experience of her life, even if it ruined him.
He cupped her face gently and returned her kiss. Her lips were soft and perfect, tasting of salt from her tears and mint. Even devastated, his girl brushed her teeth before bed.
No, she wasn’t his. Ramiro was the creepy stalker, watching her cry through cameras she wasn’t even aware of. He ran to her side whenever she needed comfort. It was sick, and it made her cling to him even more when she should kick him out of her life.
Instead, she offered herself as the sweetest gift, a gift Ramiro couldn’t possibly refuse.
Ramiro’s hand slid to the back of her neck, tilting her head for a more intimate slide of their mouths together. There was no tongue involved, only the most perfect and delicious lips, ones that grew more and more sensitive under his as the kiss extended, as it became the only thing that existed in the world.
Soft moans slid from her mouth to his as her hands found the back of his neck and her body drew closer and closer until it was flush against him.
Their lips parted enough for them to gasp in a breath.
“You like kissing, don’t you, baby girl?”
“I like kissing you .”
Ramiro groaned and captured her lips again so she couldn’t say anything else to erode his control. This had to be about her, not about his own need to consume her.
He stroked her neck as his other hand slid from her back to her side, his thumb tracing the edge of her breast and making her shiver. His hand drifted down to her hip, letting it rest there instead of urging her closer. They continued to kiss as the tension in her muscles eased. Her fingers playing with his hair and her body arching to get closer were the sweetest rewards.
He licked her bottom lip, nipping it with his teeth after. “Open for me. ”
Her legs parted over his lap, straddling him and pressing her right up against his erection. He groaned against her mouth, his fingers gripping her hip harder as he strained not to rock her against him.
“I meant your lips,” he breathed out, trying to keep the bark of need out of his voice.
“Oh,” she gasped against his mouth, then she kissed him again, this time with her lips parted.
He gave her a hint of tongue, letting her get used to it. Soon enough, she was the aggressor, her tongue stroking inside his mouth as her body rubbed along his and her hands clung to him.
Ramiro’s hand moved from her neck to the back of her head, holding her in place as his mouth took hers, her whimpers and gasps riling him all up. Summer didn’t just love kissing, she was addicted to it, and he wanted to feed that addiction, to make her forget about anything but the pleasure of lips and tongue.
His hand at her hip slid under her nightshirt, tracing over the smooth skin of her stomach.
Summer froze against him, her tension winding tight again. She broke the kiss, blinking at him with wide eyes as her rapid breaths puffed against his mouth.
He kept his fingers resting against her stomach. “I want to touch you more. Will you let me? It’s okay to say no.”
His hand remained still as he waited. Her tension slowly faded until she melted into his body again. She kissed him, and he kept to just that, letting her lean into what she already knew she enjoyed.
Soon she was the one breaking the kiss again. “Yes. Take it off. Touch me more.” She leaned back, lifting her arms so he could whisk the sleep shirt over her head.
Ramiro let out a strangled sound as he stared at her breasts. Summer had been dangerously skinny when they’d first met. She’d been starving herself, he’d learned, willing her body weaker and weaker. Over the past years, she’d filled out to her more natural weight, and her breast plumped up as his hand cupped it, his thumb stroking over her tightened nipple, making it grow even more taut.
Summer bit her lip, her hands fluttering as if they didn’t know what to do. Nerves shifted in her eyes, even if her pupils were blown wide in lust.
“Kiss me while I touch you,” he told her, and her mouth descended, eager to go back to what she knew.
His hands worshipped her breasts while she moaned into his mouth. He caressed the smoothness of her skin, stroked over her nipples, rolling them between his fingers and earning her sudden passionate cry. He slowly added pressure, then backed off when she began to stiffen. Summer liked a lighter touch, so he continued to roll instead of pinch, letting out his own groan when she rocked against his erection.
Summer was getting hot for him, and the realization tried to erode his control .
He broke their kiss, moving his lips down her neck, and pausing when she moaned from that contact as well. Summer had a sensitive neck. He lapped at it, feeling her shake, then eased her body back against his hands in an arch as he continued down to his goal. When his lips closed around her nipple, she cried out, her hands clutching at the back of his head to hold him there as she shoved her breast harder against his face.
He was starved for her now. A hungry sound fell from his mouth as he sucked at her breast, pulling on the sensitive nipple over and over again until she began to unravel. When he lifted his head, her nipple was darkened and wet. Her hands tried to drag him back to her breast, but he wanted to see her eyes. Her head had lolled against his hand, and her eyes were unfocused.
“More. Please, Ram,” she begged, her hips rocking against his erection.
He turned, letting the back of the couch catch her as he pulled her other nipple into his mouth, repeating the suction until she clung to him. He devoured her nipple once more before his hands found her hips, changing the angle of their bodies.
She cupped his erection between her thighs. Her sleep shorts were so thin, the heat of her soaked into his dress slacks. His cock wanted him to rip their clothes open so her hot cunt would close around him, but he ignored the urge. He deliberately moved her against him, putting pressure on her clit, even through their clothes .
His fingers closed over her nipple in a gentle pinch, teasing the sweet bud while dragging her over his massive hard-on over and over again. Summer cried out. Her neck arched as her body tightened under his hands. Her nails sank into his scalp as her hips stuttered, the heat of her intense as she orgasmed.
Fucking hell. He’d made her orgasm and neither of them were naked yet.
She slumped back against the couch, all the tension leaving her body as she gasped for breath. He stared at her, and she blinked up at him in a daze, her lips parting but no words coming out.
“That was so hot, baby girl,” he told her, watching her face flush. He’d wrecked her, and he only wanted to wreck her more.
He slid his hands under her body, dragging her sleep shorts and underwear down her legs and off.
Summer was so gorgeous, and having her bare in front of him was everything he’d dreamed. Her damp curls beckoned him, the warm scent of her making his nostrils flare and his mouth water.
“I want to taste what I’ve done.” He slid off the couch to kneel and dragged her legs over his shoulders. Then his face was between her legs, and he lapped up the wetness that was all for him. His cock wanted to sink inside her heat so fucking badly. He sank his tongue inside her instead, shaking when her flavor went straight to his head.
She let out a choked cry, and he heard it as need, fucking her with his tongue and losing himself in her heat and taste .
Her hands hadn’t sunk into his hair like they had when he used his mouth on her breasts, and he tried to latch on to his control again, dragging his tongue up to her clit. When he swiped over it, he noticed how tense the muscle in the thigh under his hand was. Her whole body was stiff with tension.
He lifted his head, looking up her body, but unable to see her eyes. She was staring up at the ceiling, her breathing shallow, but not with pants. No, she was completely freaked out.
Ramiro lifted from his crouch to see her face better, the couch dipping under his weight as he braced his hands beside her torso. All the flushed pleasure had faded from her face, leaving it pale.
Her arms were curled around her middle, plumping her breasts. She wouldn’t meet his eyes.
He scooped her up into his arms, earning a surprised gasp when he dragged her onto his lap. He tucked her face against his chest, stroking her bare back and trying to remove the tension that seemed like it could snap her in half.
“I’m sorry, baby girl. I got carried away.” He tasted her when he wet his lips with his tongue. “Do you want to stop? It’s okay if you’ve had enough.”
“No,” she said, the word muffled against his shirt. “I want to do it all.”
The idea of sinking into her body did things to him, but she was still stiff.
“Please, Ram. Please don’t stop. ”
He sighed, nuzzling against her hair. Then he gripped her tighter in his arms, lifting her as he stood.
At least she was clutching at him again, this time clinging to his shoulders.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice shaking.
“Taking you to bed.” He’d already fucked things up on the couch, but he hoped a change of scenery would help her relax again.
Summer nodded against his neck, letting him carry her to her bedroom. He sat on the edge of her bed, her knees pressing into the mattress on either side of his hips. His hands massaged along her bare back. She was naked while he was still fully clothed. Something about it was sexy as hell, but he ignored his aching cock and focused on soothing her with his touch.
Soon she’d melted into his arms, her lips pressing a kiss under his jaw as she held him. As much as he loved it, he needed to see her face, read the truth in her eyes. He urged her to sit straight, his hands continuing to span her back as she gripped his shoulder again.
“Tell me what was wrong. Did you not like the feel of my mouth on you?”
She tried to dip her head, but he used his hand to tilt her chin up again.
“No hiding. It’s good to talk things out when you have sex with someone.” The idea that she’d be doing this with someone else made his throat tighten. “I know I went too fast, but was that all? Do you want me to eat you out again, only go slower this time?”
When she remained silent, fiddling with his button, he considered trying to figure it out himself. He knew Summer in and out, so he could figure out her body as well, as long as he didn’t lose control again.
But if this was a onetime thing, like it had to be, he’d be doing her a disservice. Some of the guys she’d be with wouldn’t bother trying to figure it out if she didn’t speak up. His grip tightened on her. He’d kill anyone who wasn’t good to her, but by then it’d be too late.
“Talk to me,” he said, stroking her jaw and then down to her neck, drawing out a delicious shiver.
“I-I didn’t like it,” she admitted, sneaking a look into his eyes before looking away.
“Because I went too fast?” Ramiro pressed.
She hesitated, her brow knitting. He stroked a thumb over the pulse in her neck this time, making her hands grip him tighter as she gasped.
“I didn’t lead up to caressing your neck, but you seem to like it just fine,” he said. “I bet you’d like my tongue even more.” He dipped his head, licking where he’d rubbed, and she made another sound that slid straight to his cock. “Yeah, your neck is sensitive as hell. You like my mouth on yours, on your neck, on your gorgeous breasts.” He tweaked one of her nipples, watching her chest flush. “But you didn’t like my tongue inside your sweet pussy? ”
Her body grew stiffer, and he rubbed her back again.
“It felt strange,” she admitted. “And it made me embarrassed.”
“Nothing about your body should embarrass you.” He moved his hand up her side, stroking the swell of her breast. “You’re gorgeous. Anyone that hints otherwise, I’ll kick their ass. Is that what the prick you went on a date with did?”
She shook her head. “Chris was nice.”
Ramiro regretted bringing the date up. He didn’t like another man’s name on her lips. “Tell me you know you’re gorgeous,” he said, changing directions.
“I know I’m pretty,” she said.
“Not pretty, gorgeous,” he pushed, but he knew she’d never say it. He stroked the side of her breast again, loving the silky feel. Her back arched, sticking her chest out toward him. He hummed in his throat, leaning her back against his hands so he could lick her nipple. She gasped, pressing her breast against his mouth. “It seems like you’ve gotten used to my mouth in other places. Do you think you’d get used to it on your pussy?”
“M-maybe,” she said, but her eyes shifted away from his.
He pulled her upright, his hand going to her chin again, nudging it so she faced him. “Don’t lie to me. Tell me what you’re not saying.”
Her chest rose with her next breath, and she bit her lip. “I didn’t like you down there. ”
She’d already said that, but she remained tense, still holding on to something. He started to ask her again, but she opened her mouth on her own.
“I couldn’t see you,” she whispered.
“You can watch me do it.” Ramiro would love to stare into her eyes while she watched his tongue work her over. He stroked her jaw. “I’d love to see you staring down your gorgeous body at me between your shaking legs.”
She shook her head. “I wouldn’t look. And when I don’t see you, I—” She swallowed, looking away again. “I start to remember,” she whispered.
His guts shredded. He pulled her in close, resting his forehead against hers. “I’ll always let you see me then, baby girl. Face-to-face, so I can kiss you the way you love.” He pressed his lips to hers, and her hands found his face again, holding him close as she stared into his eyes while they made love with their mouths.
He loved her more than anything. If they did this, he’d be making love to her, not just having sex. The thought made his head spin and his eyes burn. If he held on to her in the way he craved, he’d end up getting her killed.
Summer broke the kiss, staring into his eyes with her brow creased. “Ram?” she asked, her voice trembling.
He rolled them so that they were sprawled on their sides on the bed, their faces close while his legs hung off the end of her too small bed. That was for the best since he still had his shoes on .
“Put your leg over me. Open yourself up.”
She shivered as she did what he asked, and he kissed her, staring into her eyes while his hand stroked down her side, over the soft flare of her hip. Her body shuddered as it arched into his, not lined up at all since he was too damn tall and she was a short thing. That was okay. She wasn’t ready for him to enter her yet. He ignored the ache in his cock as he stroked over her silky ass.
“Is this okay?” he asked against her lips.
“Not there,” she said, shimmying against his hand. “Touch my pussy, Ram.”
He groaned, never imagining those words from her. Her lips were the ones to capture his this time, and he let her have control of the kissing as his focus locked on the hand that moved between her legs.
He stroked over her slit first, finding it wet but nowhere near wet enough. He dragged his finger up, lightly moving over her clit. Each movement wound tension inside her, but this wasn’t the stiff, scared tension from before. She rocked against his hand, her tongue darting into his mouth, and their kiss turned filthy as he rubbed circles around her clit, driving her crazy.
Summer groaned before suddenly sucking on his tongue, shocking the hell out of him. His finger dipped to her slit, finding it wetter than before. He moved back up and right over her clit as she ravaged his mouth. He loved every second of it, struggling to focus, testing what she liked. Small up and down strokes worked best, and he kept them as soft as he could, loving the way she writhed against his hand, trying to get more.
Her mouth broke away from his as she cried out, her knee lifting higher along his side. “Please, Ram,” she said, her blue eyes darker than normal with how dilated her pupils had become.
He increased the pressure, but by small degrees, watching the flush cover her body as she panted against his lips. Her body started to shake, and she made little “uhn” sounds in her throat, driving his need higher. He kept the pressure light but sped up his strokes, working over her thrumming clit until she broke, her nails digging into his shoulders. This orgasm was longer than her first one, and he stroked her through it.
He kissed her, finding her lips sloppy in the sexiest way, the meeting of mouths messy and full of her desire.
“You liked that?” he asked, rubbing his nose against hers. His lips spread in satisfaction as she blushed. He leaned toward her ear, letting his breath wash over her. “You like falling apart for me, baby girl?”
She shuddered again, moving her clit against his still finger and he captured her moan, wanting to taste it.
His finger moved back to her now dripping slit, and he pushed inside of her slowly, testing her resistance.
Summer stopped kissing him, her focus all on his finger inside of her. He took over the kiss, stroking with his tongue in a mimic of how he slid in and out of her with just that one finger. Her hips followed him when he withdrew, and he pushed in a little deeper, groaning into her mouth when she arched into his hand.
“You sure you want my cock?” he asked.
Her dazed eyes locked on his. “Yes. Fuck me, Ram.”
His mind blanked as her words sucker punched him. He rolled her onto her back, surging against his own hand in his need to be inside her. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned, suddenly glad he was still dressed. He would have had her spread and filled way too quickly. “You can’t say such filthy things to me, baby girl.”
He expected a startled giggle or even another moan, but her body had frozen under his.
“Summer?” he called, but her eyes were wide and unseeing. He rolled them back to their sides, his fingers, still wet from her, tilting her chin up, stroking her jaw as he pressed their foreheads together. “Look at me, baby girl. I’m right here. It’s me.”
Her breath shuddered out as her eyes focused again. They filled, a tear slipping out and down her nose, making his stomach bottom out the way it always did when she cried.
“I’m sorry,” she sobbed. “It’s my fault. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t say that,” he said, continuing to stroke her face, her tears making him wish he could go back and kill all of her rapists again, slowly this time. “None of this is your fault. I went too fast again, even though I knew better.”
She shook her head. “I knew it was you, and still I—”
He rubbed his nose against hers before kissing her tear tracks and tasting salt. “Logic doesn’t always play into it. You’ve done so well today, coming for me twice. Why don’t we stop here?”
Her head bumped against his as she shook it. “No!”
“We’ll get there, Summer. I’m just offering not to do it all at once.” Ramiro pulled her face into his neck so she wouldn’t see him grimace. Getting to touch her once was already straining all his good intentions. Spreading it out over multiple sessions would break his control completely, to where he’d never be able to let her live her own life.
“I don’t want to stop,” she said into his throat. Her lips moved, kissing over his Adam’s apple and sending a shudder through his body. She reached between them, cupping his erection through his slacks. “I want you inside me. No matter how long it takes.”
Her hand on his cock, her breasts against his chest, and her lips continuing to kiss along his neck made it impossible to deny her. “I’ll go slower again,” he offered, even though all he wanted was to thrust inside her.
“It wasn’t that,” she mumbled, kissing his Adam’s apple again as she continued to touch him.
Ramiro focused on her words. “I startled you, didn’t I?” he asked, remembering the surge of need that had caused his instincts to take over, to cover her and ache to push inside.
Her hand stilled on his crotch. “Having you over me, your weight on me, made me feel trapped. I knew it was you, and that you’d never hurt me, but I still got scared.”
He rubbed his hands over her back, trying to soothe her. “Thanks for telling me,” he murmured, pushing down the images that formed, ones of those assholes holding her down, trapping her while she was drugged and dazed.
His hand slid down over her ass before gripping her thigh and hooking her leg over his side again. “What about this? No fear? You can still breathe?”
Her hands moved to the back of his neck. “No fear,” she agreed, kissing him.
He moved his hand between them, teasing her clit first to remind her body he promised her pleasure, not pain. As he circled, her hips tried to shift toward him, and he captured her soft gasp before she deepened the kiss. He loved the way Summer tried to devour him with her mouth. His finger stroked directly over her clit, and the pinch around her eyes faded, the daze of desire melting the last of her tension away.
His finger found her slit, pushing inside. She arched into the intrusion, taking him deeper. He was the one to groan when she chased his retreat, and he pumped into her once, twice, before adding a second finger.
Her mouth stilled against his as she focused on the intrusion, wrinkles forming on her forehead.
“Does this feel good?” He withdrew his fingers enough to sink back into her slowly, the heel of his palm grinding against her clit.
She made one of those soft little whines, her body trying to move into him, but lacking the leverage. He pulled back enough to thrust, making her cry out against his mouth .
She bit his lip with the next thrust, making him groan as the pain mixed with the decadent squeeze around his fingers. She dove into his mouth again as she began rocking into his motions, taking his fingers so well. The tight friction of her was going to drive him wild.
He continued to pump into her, increasing the pace, wanting to test how much she could take. She gasped and moaned the longer he fucked her with his fingers, but there were no flutters around his hand. She enjoyed him going deep, but she wouldn’t come from that. He slowed, grinding against her clit again before curling his fingers inside her and rubbing over the bundle of nerves along her inner wall. Soon she was dripping all over his hand, her legs shaking, those small grunting noises she made shooting straight to his cock. He pumped his fingers over that perfect spot, and she muffled her scream against his mouth as she came.
She fell back limply on the bed when Ramiro rose. Her sexy hum of protest as he withdrew his fingers tightened his own need into an ache sharper than he’d ever felt before.
He sucked her taste from his fingers, groaning at the proof that she wanted him. He licked himself clean to her watching gaze. Then he began to strip, forgetting about his shoes and almost tripping himself.
He was so gone over this woman, and the feeling was the sweetest thing he’d ever felt. Before dropping his wallet on top of the pile of his clothes, he removed the condom from inside. He sucked in a breath as he stood there, trying to calm his racing heart. He’d never been this riled up. His freed cock was already thirsty for her, the crown nearly free of the foreskin and wet with a drop of pre-cum.
Summer glanced at it before her eyes darted back up to his face.
He ripped open the condom, pulling back the rest of his foreskin as he rolled it on. “You still want me inside you?” he asked.
Her skin flushed the most gorgeous red as she nodded. “Please.”
He was going to be inside her. The thought made him lose his breath, and he reached for her, dragging her ass to the edge of the bed, enjoying the way her beautiful blonde hair spread out behind her.
“What are you doing?” she squeaked as he continued to position her.
Her bed was small, but high off the ground. It was still a little short for him to line up perfectly, but Ramiro could make it work. He slid her knees over his arms, widening her legs and curling his hands under her ass to lift it.
“Go ahead and look.” He squeezed her ass, drawing her gaze down to what he was doing as she rose on her elbows. He stared into her pink, plush cunt, wet and begging for him. A shudder rushed through his body as he nudged it with his sheathed erection. “You want my cock? Watch every inch of it sink inside. ”
Ramiro pushed forward, feeding her just the tip, watching it disappear. “Oh, fuck. You already feel so perfect, squeezing the head of my cock like that.”
She let out a low moan, shivers running through her legs, her eyes locked on where they were connected.
Her soaked and slick cunt let him rock into her inch after inch until he was buried fully. His cock stretched and impaled her, and she felt so fucking good. His breathing stuttered. He held still, searching her face.
Summer was panting, her lips parted as she stared at their connection with wide, blown eyes.
He rocked into her, testing the friction. “You like my cock inside you, baby girl?” he asked.
Her flush darkened as she nodded, her gaze lifting to focus on his eyes.
He pulled almost fully out before pushing back inside, watching her arms shake as her head fell back with a moan.
The friction of her around him felt too good not to do it again, and he used his grip on her to pull her into his next thrust.
“Ram!” she cried, her arms giving out. She stared into his eyes from her prone position, their locked gazes everything.
“That’s it,” he said. “Lie back and let me give that greedy cunt everything it’s begging for.”
He fucked into her slowly, pulling her into every stroke, loving the way she gasped and shook, loving the way her breasts bounced while he filled her over and over again .
Her noises filled the room now that they were no longer muffled by their kisses. Gasps and hums filtered to his ears, but not the desperate moaning he craved.
He wanted to bend over her and suck one of her tightened nipples into his mouth but worried she’d be triggered again. “Touch yourself, Summer. Rub those gorgeous nipples for me,” he ordered.
Her hands on her own breasts were sexy as hell. Her breathing grew even more rapid as she rolled her nipples between those delicate fingers.
He shifted her hips higher, finding the angle that slid him right over that spot inside her she loved so much.
“There!” she cried out, as if she had to tell him. He hit it again, and her hands stilled as her focus narrowed to that perfect stroke that was making her cunt flutter.
Her body shook as he fucked into her harder, and her cries switched to begging.
“Oh God. Please.” Her head twisted on top of the sheets. “Please, Ram! Please.”
“You’re going to come so hard, baby girl. You’re going to come on your first cock and love every second of it,” he rasped as she tightened around him.
His next thrust pushed her over the edge, and she cried out as her legs spasmed and the pulses inside her channel made his cock throb. He’d never gotten so close so quickly, and he continued to fuck her through it. Her orgasm made her slicker, some of that wetness slipping out, clinging to his pubic hair and adding even more of her scent to the room.
Her cunt seemed to suck at his cock, even after the orgasm ended and she lay exhausted on the bed, her body only moving because of his continued thrusts.
“If you’ve had enough, tell me to stop,” he choked out, able to go faster now because she was so fucking wet. “I’m going to keep going until you tell me to stop.”
Her eyes lifted to half-mast, and her lips tilted up into a smile that squeezed his heart. “Don’t stop.”
He let out a sound close to a growl as he pulled her onto his cock harder with the next thrust, wiping that smile right off her face when she moaned.
He’d lost the angle, though, or maybe how soaked she was had dampened the effect. Each slide inside of her no longer put that shattered look on her face, the one he craved.
“Grab that pillow,” he snapped, his jaw tight as he tilted his chin toward it. “Put it under your hips.”
Summer did as he asked, and the angle shifted. The way she shuddered on his cock squeezed him closer to an edge he hadn’t expected. Ramiro didn’t always come when he fucked, but suddenly he was hopeful he’d get there with Summer. A haziness filled his mind as he pictured them orgasming together.
He dragged her onto his cock with every pump, growing even harder as he slid right along that bundle of nerves. “You’re going to come on my cock again, aren’t you, baby girl? You’re going to squeeze all around me and take me with you. ”
“Ram,” she moaned, her eyes opening and locking on his.
His pacing stuttered at the way she looked at him. He locked the image in his mind as he thrust into her, again and again, her body starting to shake. She wound tighter and tighter and finally broke.
His shout mixed with hers as she came, squeezing his cock in a way that made his breathing shutter while he willed himself to come with her. Every flutter felt so fucking good, and he was so fucking hard, but he didn’t orgasm. He continued to fuck into her, each out-of-control stroke making him throb. As the flutters began to fade, he growled, pulling her into his thrust even harder.
Summer’s head writhed as she gasped out, “Stop. Please, stop.”
He was so fucking close, but froze mid-pump, shuddering in need.
“No more,” she mumbled, her eyes closing as her body relaxed into the bed.
Ramiro flushed with guilt. What had he been thinking, fucking her so hard? This was her first time having sex, and he’d wanted to make it a marathon. He told himself to pull out of her but couldn’t seem to do it.
He breathed through his aching need, forcing himself to stare at her slumped body. She was exhausted.
“Of course, baby girl. Come here.” He pulled her into his arms without pulling out. The position cradled him inside her as she nuzzled at his chest, wrapping her arms around him .
“Sorry,” she slurred. “Tired.”
How long had he been fucking her? His arms gripped her, and he told himself to lift her off his still hard cock.
She wrapped her legs around his hips to hold on, sinking him a little deeper inside of her. Her hands stroked his back as her head lulled against him.
“I’ve got you. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
He carried her toward the bathroom, still nestled inside her as she went limp in his arms. She was asleep, completely trusting, when all he wanted to do was press her to the wall and fuck into her until the incredible ache in his cock released. Each step while he remained inside her made him pant. He pictured thrusting up into her until she came around him again. She orgasmed so sweetly, and it would feel so good. He remembered every squeeze of her cunt as she fell apart.
The muscles in his spine tightened, and his hands pulled her in tighter as he broke. He choked back a cry, nearly dropping her as he filled up the condom.
His chest heaved as his head spun and he clutched her against him. What the fuck was that? He pumped into her for who knew how long without coming, but one little daydream and he got there? He flushed in embarrassment, but she breathed against his neck, still asleep, still so fucking trusting.
Ramiro returned her to the bed on shaking legs, pulling out of her sweet cunt. His erection was already fading. He leaned down, kissing her cheek before going to the bathroom alone. He disposed of the condom and grabbed one of her washcloths, careful to be gentle when he pressed the soothing warmth between her legs.
She slept on, vulnerable to anything he’d like to do to her. Her blonde hair was like a halo around her head, her lashes dark against her pale cheeks. She loved him, he knew she did, and now that he’d fucked her, she’d cling on even tighter.
Ramiro could keep her. Just like his father had kept his mother.
Dread writhed in his stomach.
No. What they had before tonight was better. He shouldn’t wish for more, not when she’d be the one paying the price.
But he could have this night. He climbed into bed beside her, letting out a huff of breath when she rolled into his arms. Summer had always enjoyed cuddling with him, but it didn’t seem as innocent with them both naked.
He shouldn’t have fucked her. Now that he knew how she looked when she came, he wouldn’t be able to stop picturing it for the rest of his life. All while some other man made her fall apart instead.
He closed his eyes, letting himself absorb every moment, not sleeping at all. And slightly before dawn, he slipped out of her embrace, dressed, and prepared what he’d say that wouldn’t completely break her heart when she woke up.