I was on my bed, totally naked, and my legs spread so wide my inner thigh muscles protested. Rye looked at me like he was barely hanging on to his control.

Hell, he looked like he was about to snap, and I wanted that, needed it. Before he came a step closer, I watched as he started taking his clothes off. The air was thicker than before, so hot, so humid. I was hyperventilating, my arousal like a living entity in me, my need so strong that I couldn’t think straight.

He removed his shirt, his muscles and tattoos so pronounced, so masculine that I felt wetness slip from my pussy, my lust climbing higher and higher. My throat was tight, my mouth dry. Every hard ridge, dip, and bulge of his muscles was shown in startling clarity, and my heart jackknifed. Rye was huge, tall and big all over, the epitome of what a male should look like. His short dark hair was disheveled from removing his shirt, but it looked good on him … so damn good.

Giving in to Rye was easy, because being with him was what I’d wanted for a long time.

“I want to make this good for you. I want to be sweet and gentle, take things slow, but having you so close, seeing you this way makes me frenzied.”

“I don’t want you to have to hold back, to be someone you’re not.”

He made this low, almost dangerous sound, and it had me craving more.

He went for his belt, and when that was removed, he undid the button of his pants and pulled down the zipper. I was so wet. Then he was naked for me, all his hardness, maleness coming at me like a derailed train. His chest was smooth aside from a dark line of hair that started right below his belly button and continued its downward path to his cock.

My mouth dried at the sight of his erection. The ridiculous thought passed through my head that he wouldn’t fit inside of me, that his shaft was so thick and long that there was no way I could handle him. But I knew that wasn’t the case. I knew my body would accept him, would open up and take all of him inside of me. I’d stretch, there would be pain, but I wanted it all.

I lifted my gaze from his cock to his face. His eyes were at half-mast, his head lowered. He looked feral as he stared at me. “You want me, Jessa?” He reached down and grabbed his cock. “You want this inside of you?”

I stared down and watched him grab his monstrous dick.

“Be with me,” I said softly.

He moved closer to me, but stopped when he got to the edge of the bed. He reached out and smoothed a finger down the side of my neck. Goose bumps popped out along my skin.

I rose so I was now sitting up slightly. My heart was thundering, and my whole body was shaking in anticipation. He got on his knees on the bed and looked at me for a second.

And then he cupped both sides of my face and leaned in to kiss me hard and possessively. I felt his cock press right against my belly, the tip slick with his need for me. This primal need to have him shoved deep inside of me, to have his seed covering the inside of my pussy, marking me, making me his, filled me.

“I need you now,” I said against his mouth, all but begging.

He groaned and delved his tongue between my lips, mouth fucking me like I wanted him to do between my legs. Rye licked my bottom lip, his tongue smooth, his taste explosive.

He used his upper body to push me back on the bed, his chest now covering me. He shifted so I was forced to spread my legs wide for him, his cock pressed to my pussy. For long minutes all he did was kiss me, fucking my mouth with his lips and tongue. He started thrusting his cock against my pussy, his huge shaft moving up and down my slit easily, fluidly.

“Goddamn, baby,” he groaned against my mouth.

Having his mouth on mine and feeling his dick rubbing me had me on the verge of coming. He plunged his tongue in and out of my mouth and kissed me like he was starving for me. Rye picked up his speed in thrusting against me.

He broke the kiss and moved his mouth to the hollow of my neck, licking, sucking, and gently biting. “God, I fucking want you right now.”

And that’s when I came, his words and movements making me tingle and explode for him.

It was a tightening of my body, this sharpness moving up my spine and outward that told me I was losing control. I let it take hold of me. I arched my back, my breasts thrust out, the pleasure consuming me.

It was when the orgasm settled and I opened my eyes that I saw Rye was watching me as if transfixed by the sight. He was breathing hard, his chest rising and falling, his masculinity coming through loud and clear.

“God, yes, baby,” he groaned and rested his forehead against mine, closing his eyes. “Seeing you unhinged like that because of me…” His entire body shook. “Yeah, so fucking hot.”

Before I knew what was happening, he flipped me onto my belly. I didn’t have time to react as he helped me onto my hands and knees.

I looked over my shoulder at him. The way his jaw clenched under his stubble-covered face told me he was just as unhinged as I was.

“Take my virginity.”

“You sure about that?” he asked and ran his hand down the center of my back.

I nodded. “Yes.”

He made this pleased humming noise, the muscles in his body standing in stark relief.

When he was positioned behind me, it was a heady and intoxicating sensation, but not as much as when he brought his open palm down on my ass with enough force that the sting had a small mewl leaving me. I felt the pain instantly, but when he smoothed his hand over my flesh, easing the sting away, all I felt was this lasting pleasure.

We held each other’s gazes, and he spanked me again, over and over. I felt like he wasn’t doing it as hard as he might want to, but that was okay because the pressure he exerted, the pain he gave me now was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

I didn’t want it to end.

Smack.

Smack.

Blood rushed to the surface of the erotically abused area.

I wanted more.

He continued to spank me over and over. Rye made this low sound of need, and then he was smoothing his hand over my ass. “I want to fuck your ass so badly, but not tonight.” When Rye pressed his hips forward, I felt the hard length of him settle between my legs again. I wanted that thick length deep inside of me.

I couldn’t think straight.

“I’m going to fuck you so good and hard.” He dug his fingers into my flesh. “Once my cock is in you, I won’t stop.” He moved his hand between our bodies, and his knuckles brushed along my sensitive, soaked flesh. He positioned the thick, bulbous head of his erection at the entrance of my body but didn’t thrust in right away. God, I wanted him to. I needed him to.

“Ask me for it.”

I looked over my shoulder, saw his dark eyes watching me, and felt the rumble from his voice spear right into me. I wanted to be bold and free like he was, not this innocent, inexperienced virgin.

“I want this. I want you.” I was gasping. With his cockhead nudging at the entrance of my pussy, and his hands on my hips, I knew there was no going back from this. But that was good because I didn’t want to.

He growled out low, and then in one move he pushed his length into me, breaking through my hymen, my virginity. I gasped, the pain and stretching almost unbearable. My eyes watered at the intrusion, but that discomfort morphed into pleasure with each passing second.

He held very still, as if he wanted me to get used to his size. His balls were pressed right up against my slick flesh, and I felt my inner muscles clenching around him. I bit my lip hard enough I tasted blood.

“Fuck.”

His word speared into me and created this delicious vibration that went straight to my clit.

“Christ.” He slid his hand up the center of my back, gripped my nape, and tightened his hold. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll know you’re mine.” And with that he started pulling out and pushing back in.

Over and over again.

In and out.

Harder and faster.

As the seconds moved by, I felt his control slip. He started pushing into me with more force. The sounds that came from him were rugged, broken. Soon beads of sweat covered my flesh, and my throat was dry from the amount of oxygen I was sucking in—or trying to, at least.

“Yes, Jessa baby,” he hissed out. “That’s it. Fuck, that is so it.”

The faster and harder he pumped into me, the higher my pleasure climbed until it was on the precipice of exploding and covering me in euphoria. Rye now had his hand on my belly, holding me still as he fucked me.

“Come all over my cock, make it slick with your juices.”

And just like that, I got off for him.

Before my ecstasy lessened, he pulled out of me. I gasped at the fact he was no longer inside me. Rye flipped me around and onto my back a second later. He positioned his cock at my entrance. I wanted him to just shove into me, push all those thick inches into my body, but instead he slowly penetrated me. I opened my mouth on a silent cry as he filled me, stretched me.

When the root of his cock bumped my clit, sparks of electricity slammed into me and I cried out. I tipped my head back and moaned.

He didn’t give my body time to become accustomed to his size again. He just started fucking me. The expression on his face was fierce and filled with pleasure. He looked like a wild animal that had been set free after years of confinement.

Beads of sweat lined his forehead, trailed down his temple, and landed on my chest. It turned me on so much, made this experience that much more intense.

“Oh. God.” I squeezed my eyes shut tight, knowing I’d come sooner rather than later. He was working me over so damn good I couldn’t even see straight. “I’m going to come.”

“Yeah, that’s it.” He grunted and I clenched my inner muscles around him. He slowed his thrusting, as if torturing me was his ultimate goal. And then he leaned back, bracing himself on his knees, and placed his hands on my inner thighs, his fingers framing my pussy, and pushed my legs up to my chest.

The new position had him going even deeper inside of me.

Curling my nails into his flesh, I moaned at the intensity with which he took me. And that’s exactly what this was … Rye claiming me. Even though I’d already orgasmed, I felt like I was building up for another powerful one.

He slammed his cock into me so hard I shifted up on the bed. Over and over he did this, hitting something deep inside so that it felt like fireworks were going off in me.

“You’re so fucking hot and tight, so wet and mine.” He leaned over me, running his teeth over my neck. Rye bit at me gently, and I cried out in ecstasy.

I was right on the precipice of climaxing.

Rye kept sucking at my flesh at the same time he really started fucking me.

“That’s it, baby,” he said, his mouth now right by my ear. “Come all over my cock. Make it slick with your cream.”

That was all it took for me to get off. I felt the wave wash through me, the pleasure take control. I arched my back, my breasts thrust out, and closed my eyes. I just rode it until I couldn’t even breathe.

Rye grunted. He slammed into me, then rotated his hips, pressing his body against the bundle of nerves at the top of my slit. Sensations moved through me.

“Kiss me.” I didn’t care if I was begging. And he didn’t make me wait or ask again. He had his mouth slammed on mine, his tongue speared between my lips. Our combined flavors mixed together as we pressed our tongues against each other. Rye was thrusting into me in quick, hard strokes.

I groaned, unable to stop myself.

On the fourth thrust he buried himself all the way inside of me. I moaned at the intensity I felt. The sound of his pleasure had my own rising higher. And then I felt the hot jets of his cum fill me, felt him get thicker inside of me. He groaned and shook atop me.

God, it was arousing knowing that I caused this reaction in him.

When his weight became almost too much for me, he rolled off but kept me close to his body. I liked that, loved that he needed to have me close to him. I felt myself start to relax even further, knowing what true happiness and completion felt like.

For several seconds we did nothing but lie there, his big, muscular body curled around mine protectively. He reached between my legs, moved his finger around my pussy hole, and then pushed the digit into me.

“My cum belongs in here, stays in here, and you’ll know you’re mine every fucking day for the rest of your life.”

I gasped at the sensitivity between my legs. He shifted me so I was now facing him, his hand still between my legs, his finger still buried deep in me. I rested my head on his chest and listened to his heart beating. This was what I wanted in life: Rye holding me, telling me I was his. I wouldn’t fight how I felt anymore. I wouldn’t try and pretend this wasn’t where I was meant to be, who I was meant to be with. My father might or might not understand, but in the end I knew what I wanted.

In the end this was my life and I needed to do what made me happy, damn the consequences.