Chapter 23
Ramsey~
T hank Christ.
I wasn’t sure what I would have done had Emerson given me a different answer. Even if that answer had been ‘I don’t know’, I was still pretty sure that I would have lost my shit. It was important that what came next came to pass because she felt the same way that I did. Or could be that I was just an insecure pussy, and I wished for those words so much that I had put her on the spot and coerced her to say them.
Nevertheless, it didn’t matter.
She’d said them, and now she would have to stand by them.
I untied the sash on her robe, and my eyes were transfixed as my hands snuck underneath the lapels, then slowly pushed the fabric off her slender shoulders. The robe danced to the floor in a puddle of cotton, and Emerson Andrews was standing before me completely naked. She was even more perfect than I had imagined, and I had imagined this vision a lot.
Like, I mean, a lot.
For the first time in my life, I didn’t know what to do. Most of my sexual encounters had consisted of bending a bitch over, wrapping up my dick, then slamming home. I had always made sure that they’d gotten off, but I’d never been big on foreplay.
However, with Emerson, I wanted to touch her, taste her, kiss her, and fuck her all at once. It was like I didn’t have enough body parts for everything that I wanted to do to her, and I told her as much. “I hope you didn’t have any plans for the weekend, baby, because I’m going to spend the next two days exploring every fucking inch of your body.”
She whimpered, and I lost it.
I hooked my thumbs on either side of my boxers, then pushed them down. Now we were both completely naked, and I wasn’t going to lie and say that I didn’t feel like the king of my own kingdom when Emerson’s eyes widened as she got a good look at my dick.
The size of my cock was nothing that I had ever bragged about before because I had nothing to do with what had been gifted to me by The Good Lord. I had what I had, and I used it how I saw fit. Still, I wasn’t so clueless not to realize that being an eighteen-year-old with a thick, long, eight-inch cock was definitely a blessing.
Emerson’s eyes shot up to mine. “Ramsey…”
I didn’t want her having any second thoughts, so I grabbed her by her arms, then walked her back to the bed until the back of her knees hit the edge and she fell back. “Get all the way on the bed, baby,” I instructed, wondering how I could even voice the words. Emerson had me so worked up that I was pretty certain that I was going to blow like a twelve-year-old jacking off for the first time.
She complied, and soon, she was lying down, fully on her back, in the middle of the bed. I stood with my knees hitting the edge of the mattress and just took in the sight of her naked body. Emerson had been built to fuck. She had big, heavy, teardrop tits, a small waist, a soft stomach, and thick thighs. She looked utterly female, and I didn’t care how many fashion magazines would claim that she was overweight.
Emerson Andrews was fucking perfect.
“Spread your legs for me, Emerson,” I ordered, not sure how my voice was even working right now. “I’ve already seen your beautiful face and your perfect body. I want to see that sweet, pink, wet pussy of yours now.”
Her entire face flushed at my dirty words, but she complied. Ever so slowly, Emerson drew her knees up, then let them fall open, showcasing her perfectly trimmed triangle and bare cunt lips, and fuck me if they weren’t already glistening with her arousal. She had just taken a shower, so her pussy should have been squeaky clean. However, that one kiss had her creaming already.
“Spread your pussy open for me, Emerson,” I instructed, my dick harder that it’d ever been.
Her face turned a deeper shade of red, but she didn’t cower. I watched, completely entranced, as her delicate hands made their way down her stomach, then over the inside of her thighs. Then I watched as her fingertips reached for her pussy lips, pulling them apart for me.
I couldn’t stop the groan that escaped my soul. I was fairly certain that I was going to spend the rest of my life with my face buried in that very spot. My eyes flicked up towards hers. “You want me to eat your pussy, baby? You want to feel my tongue tasting you, devouring you?”
Emerson’s blush flowed down to her chest, and I would have believed that she’d never done this before if it hadn’t been for her filthy mouth and her fucked-up comments about how she preferred being fucked by real men. Maybe it was because she was embarrassed to be giving in to me. It made sense when she bit her lower lip, then turned her head, and I decided that I wasn’t going to ask for permission.
I climbed on the bed, then settled my shoulders in between her thick, soft, silky thighs. I breathed her in, and her honey-scented pussy filled my nostrils, driving me crazier than I already was. I lowered my head, then took one long, slow, languorous swipe up her slit from her entrance to her hard, sensitive, little nub, and even a gun to my head couldn’t make me move from this spot now that I knew what she tasted like.
Her hands dug into my hair, fisting handfuls of it. “Ramsey…”
That was all the green light that I needed.
I propped my weight on my elbows, then used my hands to spread her as wide as her body would allow. Her center was so pink, creamy, and delicious that I wondered how I would ever survive life without the taste of her cunt on my tongue daily.
“Fuck, Emerson,” I groaned. “I’ve never tasted anything as delicious as your sweet pussy, baby.”
It was the fucking truth, too.
“Oh, God, Ramsey…please…”
I ignored her pleas as I licked, tasted, and teased every inch of her pussy until her body started bucking. “You want to cum, Emerson?”
“God, yes…”
I put all my weight on her opened thighs as I reached up and took her tits in each hand. I kneaded and massaged them as I swirled my tongue around her clit, applying so much pressure that she exploded all over my face in a matter of seconds.
“Oh, fuck…oh, Ramsey…Ramsey…” she cried, and I was almost lightheaded with it.
My hands instantly found her ass, then I lifted her until her core was in line with my mouth, and I fucking drank her orgasm. I could see her tiny hole contracting as she was coming down off her explosion of pleasure, and it was fucking fascinating.
I’d never watched a woman’s body cum before. Sure, I’d seen their faces and their ejaculations covering the condoms before, but I had never paid enough attention to the workings of what they went through. However, with Emerson, I wanted to know it all.
So, what did I do?
I moved back up to her sensitive clit, then worked her through another orgasm. I made her cum two more times before she pushed me away because her body couldn’t take it anymore. I stared down at my handiwork, and no matter how much of her juices I tried to swallow, she was still a wet, filthy, beautiful mess.
I wiped my face on the inside of her left thigh, then slowly kissed my way up her body. I had every intention of covering her completely as I forced the taste of her pussy onto her lips, but when my face reached her tits, I had to stop and explore.
I gathered both of her heavy mounds in my hands, then I squeezed and molded as much as I could fit into my palms. Emerson’s tits were so heavy and porn-worthy that we weren’t going to get through this weekend without me sliding my dick in between them, cumming on her face and neck.
The more that I viewed, touched, and tasted Emerson’s body, the sicker, filthier, more depraved things that I wanted to do to it. I hadn’t been kidding when I’d said that her body was made for some hard, rough, dirty fucking. Emerson’s curves inspired a man to want to get the camera out and record her nakedness for all time. Her body deserved to be preserved.
After a few minutes of sucking and biting on her dark pink nipples, I finished my journey up her body. I braced myself on my elbows on either side of her head, then lowered my lips to take her mouth and introduce her to the taste of her cunt. When I pulled back, she looked like she was drugged by it all.
“Can you taste your pussy on my tongue, baby?”
Emerson’s silver eyes were glossy, but she was with me. “Yeah…”
“So, now that you know how delectable you taste, you’re going to let me eat your sweet-smelling pussy whenever I want, right?”
She closed her eyes, and I knew that every filthy word coming out of my mouth was turning her on. I also couldn’t wait any longer. Emerson’s taste was on my tongue, her tits were pressed up against my chest, and her legs were spread wide open with my cock nestled right at her center.
She hadn’t mentioned a condom, and I wasn’t about to mention it, either. Nothing was coming between me and Emerson, and if she got pregnant, so be it.
I pulled my hips back and didn’t worry about the rest. Her cunt was soaking wet and lubricated enough that I was able to slam my cock inside her to the base. I drove in all eight inches of hard steel.
Emerson’s body bowed, and with her hands fisting the comforter at her sides, she let out an ear-piercing scream. “Ramsey…”
Jesus fucking Christ .
Emerson was a goddamn virgin.