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  My hand was still on Megan’s thigh and her body trembled, jumping at the noise. If I wasn’t holding her, I wouldn’t have been surprised if she had fled the room. I needed to control myself—but that was impossible.

  “Sir?” the maid cried, coming through the door, the crash of my plate obviously having alerted her.

  I already had Megan pushed back on the table, with her dress shoved all the way to her hips. The last thing I wanted or needed was to be interrupted.

  “Leave!” I snarled the command. Megan’s eyes dilated, and grew impossibly large, but she never took her gaze off of me.

  “Jackson,” she gasped as she quaked with fear. Maybe I should have held back, but when I moved my hand back to her pussy, she was even wetter than before. I let my finger skim against the lips of her pussy and groaned at the sticky sweet cream I found there. She wants this. She wanted to be owned by a man—by me.

  “Spread your legs for me, Megan,” I ordered gruffly.

  “Maybe we should wait. Or we could go to the bedroom or something,” she whispered to me and the nerves were thick in her voice. I should have slowed down and given her what she wanted, but the taste of her was on my lips, the scent of her excitement filled my lungs, and her pussy was promising me a heaven I’d never thought I would find.

  I pulled her legs apart as I stood. I put pressure on her legs so that she had no choice other than to fall back against the table. She braced herself on her elbows, not letting her gaze leave me.

  “I’m not waiting, Megan. I’ve waited too fucking long already. It’s time I start taking what is mine—and you are fucking mine. You need to resign yourself to that.” I growled the words like an animal, because by that time, common sense was gone. Her gasp, when I ripped the thin lace of her panties from her body, served as music to my ears.

  I positioned Megan’s body exactly where I wanted her and when she seemed too in shock to move, I pulled her leg up and tossed her fuck-me heels to the floor. Eventually I might actually fuck her while she was wearing those. The feel of them digging into my back while I drove into her was definitely something I would like to explore. Not today, however. Now, I needed nothing but her, naked and at my mercy.

  I bent her knee so that the heel of her delicate foot was braced on the edge of the table. I then repeated the action with her other leg and stepped back to look at my handiwork. Standing there like I was, she was completely open to me. I could see the lips of her glistening pussy, all shiny and pink. It begged for attention. I could see the rosette opening of her ass and my focus was glued to it, watching as her juices trickled down the swollen lips of her pussy into the dark valley of her ass.

  Unable to stop myself, I bent down, drew my mouth across her inner thighs, kissing while sucking the tender flesh into my mouth. I rose back up to look at her, suddenly angry at the dress that blocked her body from me. Her breasts strained against the sheer fabric, begging for a touch.

  “Jackson?” she questioned, her voice raspy because her breathing was so erratic.

  Instead of responding, I bent down, flattened my tongue against her pussy and followed that trail that led to her ass.

  I licked her until my lips and tongue were numb, until I was about to come in my fucking slacks. I couldn’t stop though, didn’t want to pull away from the sweet nectar of her pussy cream that covered my tongue and slid down the back of my throat.

  I could have eaten her out all night, made her see with my lips and tongue that she was mine, that I claimed her without even being inside of her.

  I placed my hand on her flat belly and forcefully pushed her back, making her sprawl out on the table, making her my feast to devour. I couldn’t help myself, couldn’t stop myself from mouth fucking her… or from thinking about what I’d be doing between her sweet virginal thighs tonight.

  And with that primal, feral thought, I gave her pussy one long lick right through her slit, stood, and lifted her into my arms. I slammed my mouth on hers, forcing her to taste the sweet musk of her cream on my lips and tongue, letting her know what it tasted like to be marked, claimed and owned.

  Chapter 7

  Megan

  Before I realized what was happening, Jackson had me in his arms and was striding up the stairs. I knew he was going to his room, into the room I was forced to share with him. But I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I anticipated this, that I wanted this desperately.

  And then we were in the room, the door shut with a hard shove from his foot, the air chilly, my heart racing. He had me on the bed before I could comprehend what was happening, before I could even say anything in response.

  But what could I have said? What would I have admitted to? He knew I wanted this, that I was wet and primed for him, aroused beyond belief. I was sprawled out, my body bouncing slightly, my heart thundering. My legs were slightly parted, my pussy on display. I knew he could see the secret parts of me, the parts I had let no other man see, the most intimate section of my body.

  “So pink and wet.” He looked up at me, the shadows playing across his face. He came forward, and then was on his knees before me, his hands on my inner thighs. He leaned forward, and I held my breath. “I didn’t get enough downstairs.” He ran his tongue up my slit, moving the muscle along my clit.

  I gasped in pleasure.

  He ran his tongue up and down my pussy, lapping up my arousal, making this deep noise in the back of his throat. He gave my pussy one last lick, causing me to shiver before he rose, taking a step back.

  He had his hands on my waist, and in a second he had me flipped over, my belly on the mattress, my ass in the air. My head spun. My pulse raced.

  The feeling of his warm breath on my ass had me glancing over, seeing him kneeling behind me, his gaze transfixed on my bottom. He pulled my ass cheeks apart and stared at what he revealed.

  Jackson placed his hands on my ass and squeezed the flesh. “You’re so fucking ready for me. I could fuck you right now, Megan, and you need me so bad that you’d cry for more.” He growled the words low in his throat.

  He moved his lips over the top of my ass and took hold of each of my cheeks in his big hands. He just held his hands there, not doing much but kissing my flesh, running his teeth along the mounds.

  Jackson smoothed his hands over my waist, digging his fingers into me, forcing me to be still, holding me in place—when I had the strongest urge to thrust into him.

  “Oh God, yes, Jackson.”

  He ran his teeth along my flesh, and a violent shiver worked its way through me. “My need for you knows no bounds, Megan. You’ve become an obsession.” He placed a finger at my opening, teasing my pussy with a bit of pressure. He pulled the digit out, never fully penetrating me, just staying right there at the cusp, at my opening.

  I was lost in the sensations, in the feeling of him running that finger up and down me, teasing the hole, gently prodding it. He made me take it, made me want it.

  “Spread for me.” His voice was low, demanding, take-no-prisoners controlling. It made me hotter, wetter. It made me want him even though I was nervous, and more than a little scared of what was to come.

  I watched as he pulled back and started undressing. He went for his belt, then the button of his slacks. He pushed the material off, standing before me like a god. Like someone who could destroy me with one touch.

  He can. He will.

  “Fucking spread for me,” he demanded again.

  But before I could move he was grabbing my knees and wrenching them outward, making me spread for him once more.

  “When I say spread, that means open fucking wide.”

  I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even think straight.

  “I want to see all of you. I want to see your virgin cunt.” All he did was stare at me, look right at my pussy, seeming to memorize every part of me. Jackson placed his hands on either side of my pussy, framing it, staring at it and making me feel more exposed than I ever had before. He made this low sound in the back of his throat.

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p; I licked my lips, pulling the sheets between my hands.

  He pulled the lips of my pussy apart, and the chilled air moved along my inner folds, teasing me, making me shiver with desire. I was transfixed, frozen in place by the desire I saw reflected my way.

  “Turn around; present your ass to me.”

  “Oh. God.” The words were low, uttered out of nervousness. Once I was in position I looked over my shoulder and watched as he stepped closer. I had no time to react, to process any of this because he started spanking me, bringing his palm down on my ass, making the flesh shake, sting, and burn.

  “That’s it. So fucking good.”

  Hot tears of pleasure fell from my eyes. He got off on this, on seeing the tears leaving me, witnessing my desire and pain.

  “Spread even wider,” he ordered, and I obeyed. I anticipated this, looked forward to how much further it would go.

  “You’re even better than I fucking imagined, Megan.” I closed my eyes and breathed out heavily. “And I imagined a hell of a lot. I used to lie awake in bed at night, my hard cock in my hand, fucking myself over and over, all while imagining your pussy squeezing me,” he confessed. I heard the sound of shuffling, right before the weight of him suddenly covered my back, the hard length of his dick settling right between my folds. He was naked, having removed his clothing before I even realized it.

  I was breathing so hard, the air leaving me, making the sheets humid, hot. The thick, long length between his thighs, nestled right at my pussy, was intimidating. He’d stretch me, make me take all of him.

  He’d make me feel good.

  Chapter 8

  Jackson

  I held my cock in my hand and slid it between the lips of her hot little cunt, her pussy so slick. The head of my cock rubbed against her clit and her body quaked. My fingers bit into her hip with bruising force. I wanted her body marked—everywhere. When she got out of bed tomorrow, I wanted her to instantly miss my dick stretching her tight pussy. I wanted her craving my cum slipping from the tight, hot depths. I wanted her begging me for more.

  “Jackson,” she gasped, her ass slightly lifting toward me. Megan ground that perfect ass against me, begging for more. She was so receptive and all mine. I would train her to want my cock… only my cock. A wave of possessiveness flooded through my system, one like I had never felt before. One word chanted over and over in my head. Mine.

  “Tell me what you want, Megan. Tell me.”

  “I… please, Jackson,” she whimpered.

  “Tell me,” I urged her as I brought my dick through her sweet, slick juices again. I positioned the head of my shaft at her opening, feeling that thin barrier that kept her innocent—that kept her from me. “Tell me what you want, Megan. I never want you to keep anything from me. There will be no secrets between us.”

  “You, Jackson. I want…you.”

  That was exactly what I needed to hear. I pulled away from her, nearly moaning out loud. It was physically painful to leave the tight walls of her pussy. I wanted to plunge deeper, but when I did that, I wanted to see her face. I wanted to be able to see her eyes at the exact moment I claimed her virginity. The exact moment she becomes mine completely.

  “No, please,” she cried when I left her body. She needn’t worry. I would never leave her. I would never do without her again.

  “Hush, Megan, I just want to see you when I make you mine,” I told her, a foreign feeling of tenderness coming over me.

  I maneuvered her body so that she was lying on her back. Her eyes were on me—glowing with need. Her breasts were large and round, the nipples hard and swollen. They were straining toward me—as if they, too, knew who they belonged to. I bent down to suck one of the large distended nipples into my mouth. I curled my tongue around it and then captured it between my teeth. I bit down until I felt her body quake underneath mine and I heard her surprised intake of breath. I slowly released it and then kissed the spot I had marked.

  “You’re perfect, Megan,” I praised her. Her gaze moved over my body like a tender touch—a loving caress. It was a completely alien moment for me, but something I was going to want permanently. She froze when she saw my cock, her eyes round with shock and maybe a little bit of fear.

  “You’re so big,” she whispered. Her face was flushed with a fine sheen of moisture on her skin, and her blonde hair was strewn across the pillowcase. She’s beautiful. “Jackson… what if you don’t fit?” she asked, and her flushed skin darkened further with her question.

  “You were made for me, Megan. I will fit. I will be so deep inside of you that you will feel me for weeks. Do you see how my cock is so wet? Do you see your juices covering me? Your little cunt weeps for what only I can give it.”

  I stroked my cock while she watched me. “Fuck, yeah,” I groaned out as my hand slid through her cream. “I’m going to fuck you so good,” I promised her. I moved my hand to her pussy and without giving a warning, I slid my fingers against her clit, the swollen button so hungry it pulsated against my fingers.

  “Jackson, please,” she begged and having her beg for me made a large drop of cum slide off the head of my cock and run slowly down my shaft. I squeezed my dick tight and focused my mind, trying to hold off my climax. I wasn’t coming until I was inside of her so I could fill her so full, her womb would be bathed with my cum.

  “I’ll give you what you want, Megan. I’ll give you what we both want, what we both need,” I reassured her.

  “Please. I want it, Jackson. I want to belong to you,” she whispered so softly I had to strain to hear it.

  “This will hurt,” I warned her. I might be a bastard, but this was my woman and I needed to make sure she was prepared. If I was a good man, I’d have used my fingers to stretch her and make her initiation easier. I wasn’t. My cock was going to be the only thing to claim her innocence. I wanted her virgin blood on my shaft. I wanted it soaked into my skin, so that she marked me as deeply as I planned to mark her. I positioned my cock at her entrance and then looked down at her. “Look at me, Megan,” I demanded.

  She slowly brought her gaze up to me, her teeth biting into her bottom lip, betraying her nervousness. “Don’t take your eyes off of me. I want to watch you as you become mine,” I ordered. When she said nothing, I insisted she answer me again. “Do you understand?”

  “I’ll keep my eyes on you,” she said and it felt like a vow. I felt it deep inside and it caused my balls to tighten with the load of cum that waited to be released.

  “It will hurt,” I warned her again, “but I will make you feel good before we’re through. I’ll make you feel so fucking good you will be begging for more.”

  “I know,” she promised, and her hand reached out to touch mine. “Take me, Jackson,” she said, giving me her consent.

  I don’t know if it was the words, or the soft touch that ran through me that caused it, but it was in that moment that I lost control. I plowed inside of her, my cock thrusting hard inside her tight little cunt and tearing through the barrier as Megan finally became mine. I didn’t stop until my cock was pushing against her womb and once I got there I held myself still. I enjoyed the feel of her, the tight fit of her pussy walls squeezing against my cock—milking it, and the sound of her voice as she cried out my name.

  “Jackson!”

  In that moment, I felt like a fucking conqueror and Megan was definitely my greatest treasure.

  Chapter 9

  Megan

  I was in this trance, this dream-like state as Jackson fucked me, claimed me as his, made me take all his thick, long inches. He stretched me in two, split me open in the best of ways. I was wet from my arousal, but from my virgin blood, as well.

  He placed both hands beside my head as he continued to make me take his dick. Sweat bloomed along my body and, as if it was a temptation for Jackson, he lowered his head and ran his tongue along the valley between my breasts, licking away the salty remnants of my desire.

  He pulled out slowly and pushed back. Over and over, tormenting
me, making me weep with how much more I wanted. I clutched at the sheets, drawing them close to my side, wanting something harder, firmer to hold on to. In that moment I was his, the same as he was mine.

  I’m Jackson’s, irrevocably.

  That discomfort and pain slowly started to diminish. My virginity was gone, my virtue, innocence, in the hands of this man.

  And then he started thrusting into me like a madman. He slammed into me so forcefully my body was shoved up the bed, my cries carrying high and loud. He gripped my waist, keeping me in place, making me the vessel for his pleasure. I was full, so damn full of his cock I couldn’t think straight.

  He was focused on where he was lodged in my body, on where he was claiming me. His frantic thrusting slowed, and in its place was this lazy, prolonged swing of his hips against me, pushing his dick farther into me, making me take all of him.

  “God, fucking yes, baby.”

  “You want me to give you so much more you can’t even breathe, can’t even fucking walk straight come morning?” He never stopped moving in and out of me.

  “Yes,” I screamed out. He was the only person who could make me feel like this.

  “I want so much more from you.” He uttered those words low, sharp, like a blade over my skin.

  Jackson was thrusting in and out of me ferociously now, his skin slapping against mine, forcing his way into my body. He pounded, tunneling those long, thick inches into my willing body, making me take it all.

  I closed my eyes, opened myself up, and allowed myself to just absorb the sensations. I felt myself go over the edge, felt myself come for the man I cared about more than I’d ever admitted to anyone, maybe even myself.