“God,” Maddie said and tipped her head back, her throat arching and bared to me.

“I’m going to have you screaming more than that before the night is over with.”

“I need you,” Maddie moaned. I almost came right there, right in my damn jeans like a teenager.

“You could make me come without even being inside of you.” I groaned the words out. “Just hearing your voice can do that to me.”

She’s mine.

All I wanted to do was devour every part of her. “I want you to scream my name as I’m balls-deep in you, holding you down, making you get off all over my cock.” I stared at my stained hands on her creamy flesh. She was so sweet, so soft. Compared to me she was an angel and I a demon.

I wasn’t letting her go.

She was so fucking primed, her pussy soaked, her clit engorged. I knew if I touched her in just the right way, she’d come for me, explode like she’d reached the very heavens.

“I want you so much, Deacon.”

I didn’t lick her pussy, even if I desperately wanted to. Instead I blew a stream of warm air over her, and watched as the goose bumps popped out over her flesh. “How much do you want me?” I leaned forward, so close I could feel her body heat slide along my lips. God, she smelled incredible.

“I want you so much.”

I shouldn’t have been pushing her like this, wanting her to go out of her comfort zone, feeding my need to be filthy for her, but I couldn’t help myself. Truth was I wanted to hear her say she wanted my big, thick cock in her. I was desperate to hear her say she wanted me popping her cherry, stretching her, filling her with my seed.

“I want to feel you inside of me.”

Christ.

I was already addicted to her. I couldn’t stop myself then. I ran my tongue right through the center of her, lapping up her pussy arousal, needing to take it in, imprint it in my very cells. I licked her until my tongue was numb, until her very flavor, her very essence was ingrained in me. I gave her clit one last lick, wanting her to come for the first time when I was buried in her pussy, when I’d claimed her virginity.

I rose, gripped her behind the neck, and just stared into her wide eyes. Beads of sweat trickled down from her hairline. I lowered my gaze to the valley of her breasts, her chest rising and falling, beads of sweat lining that sweet section between the twin mounds. I didn’t stop myself from leaning forward and running my tongue up that valley, licking the droplets away, taking them into my very body.

I ground my hard dick right up against her belly, and the sound she made had me groaning. “You feel that?” I didn’t give her a chance to respond. “You like it? It’s for you. All for you.” I ground myself against her again. “I’m so fucking hard, Maddie. So. Fucking. Hard.”

“I need you, Deacon.”

I slipped my hand to her nape and curled my fingers into her soft flesh, knowing I might be hurting her a bit with the pressure, but she didn’t complain. In fact, she moaned. I tilted her head to the side, leaned in, and licked a straight path from her collarbone right to the base of her ear. Her pulse beat rapidly right under my tongue, telling me just how worked up she was.

“You taste so good, Maddie.” I licked her throat again, never getting enough. “You want more?”

She nodded, her breathing rapid. She had her hands on my forearms now, her nails digging into my skin. My cock jerked at the sensation.

“No one else will ever have you.” She shook her head in response, and I growled low. “No one but me will ever know how good you feel.”

I thrust my cock against her belly, needing that friction desperately. I felt wild in this moment, so lost in wanting every part of her, wanting to make her feel good, that nothing else mattered. I stated removing her bra, my mind a haze, my actions on autopilot. With her naked naked for me, I took a step back, her body poised on the edge of the table, her legs slightly open.

You better believe I looked my fucking fill.

I stared right at her pussy, a trimmed patch of darker hair covering her. But her slit and pussy lips were bare. I reached down and palmed myself through my jeans. She was wet, glistening for me, and the sight of her little clit slightly protruding, that pearl sized nub engorged, had my mouth drying and my throat tightening.

She was ready, and I didn’t want to wait any longer.

“No more foreplay. No more fucking around.” I gripped myself again through my pants. “I need to have my cock deep in your pussy.” I was ready to fill her up, to make her take it all, to make that wet spot on the bed when my seed slipped from her body.

“Oh. God,” she moaned. “Yes, Deacon.”

I was back in front of her a second later. I lifted her easily off the table, not about to make her first time in this dining room. She’d be in a bed, under me, arching for me.

She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I gripped both of her ass cheeks, the globes big, round. Perfect. I started kissing her then, while murmuring where the bedroom was. After she told me, I navigated through the house, still kissing her, not able to break it.

One we were in the bedroom, I didn’t bother closing the door, didn’t care if anyone happened to walk by and see me claiming my woman. When she was on the center of the bed, I took a step back and just looked at her. “Spread your legs for me.” She did what I asked right away. With her legs parted and her pussy right there for me to see, every coherent thought left me.

Take it slow. Show some control. Be gentle.

I got out of my clothes, the material confining, restricting what I wanted to do with her. But I made sure to watch her the whole time, to make sure she stayed in this place with me, her arousal still bursting.

Once I had the offending clothing off, I grabbed my cock and stroked myself from root to tip, staring at her pussy, visualizing how much she’d stretch for me, how much she’d take.

“Spread wider for me, Maddie, as wide as you can go.” I wanted to see her pussy lips part, to see the inner pink of her. And when she obeyed, I nearly went to my knees and feasted on her cunt right then.

I jerked off faster, harder, using my pre-cum to lubricate my actions. I kept my focus on her pussy, her pink, slightly swollen pussy lips, and the little clit at the top. I breathed hard, my chest rising and falling, sweat starting to cover my body. I knew I wouldn’t last once I was inside of her.

I wanted her to touch herself, to play with her clit, get herself off while I watched, but the truth was if she did that, I wouldn’t be able to last. I’d come just from looking at her.

I knew without a doubt this woman—mine—wanted this just as fucking badly, and I wouldn’t deny her.