Page 72 of Craving Demons
He laid me down on the table again looking at the new hole in the wood. “Did I do that?”
“Yup.”
“Fuck. Was I… too rough with you?” he asked, concern clear in his voice.
“A little, yeah. I’m going to have some bruises and aches tomorrow, but apparently, I can heal now, so fuck it.”
He looked down at my pussy and hisstillcoming cock inside me. “Fuck it indeed.”
“Gods, aren’t you done yet?” I gasped, laughing a little.
“Nope, you’re just too much for me. I’m making a royal mess though.”
He began to pull out, and I gasped as every aching inch of him left me.
“Oh… shiiiit… ahh… sorry,” he said, sheepish and I looked down as he pulled out. A final spurt of cum shot over my belly… because the condom was torn to shreds.
I dropped my head back onto the table, just a bit too hard. “Ow! And Fuck! If I get pregnant again, you’re taking the kid.”
“I’m not stay-at-home-dad material, Silverlocks.”
“Then you should have thought of that before you fucked your condom into oblivion. Consequences are a bitch, big boy.”
He laughed. “Fair enough.” Then he surprised me by leaning down and kissing me softly, just a quick brush of his lips. “I’ll gladly take any consequences from this. It was worth it. You are worth it. I love you, Ana.”
He blinked, as if he couldn’t believe he’d said that.
“You barely know me, Ramsey,” I whispered. “You’re just in love with fucking me. And yeah, I’m just a bit in love with fucking you. But once you’ve had our kid for eighteen years, then we’ll see how you really feel.”
He grimaced. “Ah… yeah…” He turned and hurried away. “I’ll draw you a bath. I get the feeling you’ll want to soak, right?” He didn’t wait for an answer and was gone to the bathroom in a flash.
Slowly, I carefully sat up on the table. My pussy must have been full to capacity because his cum wasn’t so much dripping as flowing out of me. And yeah, he’d been right, there was a royal mess on the table, on the floor, and all around. Luckily, this was his place, so… not my problem.
I slid off the table gently, leaning heavily on my hands because… yup, my legs were jelly and were barely supporting me.
Yeah, all I wanted was a long bath.
He returned and lifted me easily, carrying me to the bathroom then set me down carefully into the still-filling tub. I gasped as the hot water touched sensitive bits, but quickly got used to it as the tub filled around me.
Then I got a show as I watched Ramsey shower, in a separate, clear-glass stall. When he was done, he came and washed me reverently, and I fell asleep, warm and soothed and tired.
I woke when he finished bathing me, gently urging me to dunk my head and scrub my hair. Still sleepy, I rinsed out the shampoo then he drained the bath and carried me to his massive bed, lying me on his mattress.
He didn’t even seem to care that I was naked and wet. He just laid me onto the sheets, covered me up, and snuggled in next to me, warm and hard against my back.
Then he kissed my shoulder softly and stroked my hair as I dozed on the verge of sleep.
“I know I lost control back there, but…” I felt his chest heave with a heavy breath. “I… I’ve never felt this peaceful and calm before. And I’ve never met anyone, woman or man, who could bring me back from my chaos before either. You’re truly special, Ana Baker. I… I need you,” he murmured.
I wasn’t sure if I’d heard that last bit or dreamed it, but either way, my heart swelled, and I slept so very well that night.
I woke, however, to an empty bed.
The massive windows in his bedroom overlooking the New York skyline showed that it was still dark outside but with a faint haze of light on the eastern horizon.
I rolled over as Ramsey came in dressed in a suit, looking immaculate and sexy and dangerous.
“Come on, Silverlocks, it’s time to go. Let’s get you home and cleaned up so we can be at the bank first thing.”