I wanted to please him, to make it seem like he’d lose his mind if he didn’t have me.

He’s already like that.

I looked down at the long, thick length of his cock. He was huge, so thick and long, so hard for me. The sight of him jerking off, running his finger over the tip of his dick, getting his pre-cum and using it as lube, turned me on so much I felt like I was floating above this experience.

And then he was between my thighs, his hands on my inner legs, his warm breath skating along my pussy. He’d said he wouldn’t tease me anymore, wouldn’t torment either of us, but the feeling of having him so close to me had everything else stilling.

“As much as I want to lick this pretty cunt until you come, and make you scream my name, I need to fuck you. I have to be with you.”

Good, because I needed that too.

“You’ve been mine since the moment I saw you, but right now, once I have you in all ways, there’s no going back.”

“I don’t want to go back.” As much as I enjoyed the foreplay, I was done with it. I needed him inside of me.

He made a gruff sound as he moved up the bed, his big body barely touching mine despite the fact he was over me. For long seconds we didn’t say anything, but then again, there didn’t need to be any words spoken. The chemistry, electricity that moved between us was tangible, coating the air, our skin.

“I’m going to be your first, your last…your only.” He had his hand loosely on my throat, not cutting off my air but letting me know in this moment he owned me. He slipped his hand down my neck, over my breasts, lingering on my nipples, and continued lower until he got to my belly button. He stilled, looking me in the eyes, letting me know he held the power right now. Then he moved it lower, gripped himself, and stroked his length a few times. I felt his motions and knew what he was doing.

“I know I should put a condom on, but baby, God, I want to do this raw.” His voice was so gritty. “I’m clean, haven’t been with a woman in years, in fact. But having nothing between us for this first time…”

My breath hitched. “I’m on the pill. I want to have nothing between us either.” I didn’t explain I was on the pill to regulate my periods, because none of that mattered right now. I didn’t want my first time hindered with rubber, and I trusted Deacon, even if we hadn’t known each other for years.

He rested his forehead against mine, breathed in and out slowly for long seconds, and then I felt the tip of him at my entrance. He added a bit of pressure, not penetrating me but letting me know he was right there. My back arched on its own. “I’m going to fill you with my cum, make you so full of it the sheet will be soaked beneath you, Maddie. It’ll be the proof of our passion for each other, the fact you’re mine in all ways.” He kissed me lightly. “It’ll be my mark on you.” His voice was low, dark.

“I’m yours,” I said without hesitation, without even a thought. He started sucking at the base of my throat, and all I could do was absorb the feeling, take it all in.

He leaned in close but didn’t kiss me. “God, I want you now.”

Then take me.

“Kiss me, Deacon.”

He had his mouth on mine, my words like a tether, pulling him closer, giving me the power. I couldn’t stop the small noise that left the back of my throat.

He made this distorted sound that told me he’d gone over the edge. I was already there, waiting for him, crying out. I knew being with Deacon would be rough, all-consuming, and uninhibited. I wanted all that and more.

“I can show you with my body what you do to me, what you mean to me, and what I want to experience with you.” He kissed me again, licking, sucking, drawing out my need. “But I’ll never be able to properly tell you with words. Never.”

The hot, hard length of him pressed between my thighs, a reminder that this would hurt but would also feel incredible. I shifted, spreading my legs even wider, not needing him to tell me. And when his cock slid right against my slit, my pussy lips framing his massive size, I gasped.

“God, I’m on fire,” he murmured. He started rocking back and forth, thrusting his dick on me, on my clit.

For long moments all Deacon did was thrust against me, bringing me higher, faster to completion.

“Hold on to me. Let yourself go.”

I had my hands on his biceps, digging my nails into his flesh, and heard him hiss in pleasure.

He thrust hard, pressing on my clit. I cried out softly, the feeling of exploding right at the surface, teasing me, tormenting me. Deacon thrust again and again, over and over until I felt that tendril of electricity move through me, until it was as though lightning had just gone through my entire body.

He leaned in close, his warm breath tickling my ear. “You want me stretching this pussy, showing you how it feels to be fucked, to have your virginity taken by a real man?”

I nodded, not able to actually say words, to tell him how I felt verbally. He ran the tip of his tongue over the shell of my ear, and I shivered in response.

“The things I want to do with you, want to experience with you…” He groaned, as if his words, and whatever he thought about doing with me, to me, caused something dark to stir within him. And before I could absorb all the sensations moving through me, Deacon placed the tip of his shaft right at the entrance of my body.

Everything inside of me stilled. I was so ready for this.

“This will hurt at first, but I’ll make it feel good as we continue.” That last word was said on a harsh groan. “Now, relax for me, Maddie baby. It’ll make it easier.”

“I want this the way you like to give it.” This might be my first time, but I didn’t want sweet and romantic. That’s not the type of man Deacon was, not the type of man I fell for.

The wide head of his dick was pressed against me, telling me what was about to come. It might be painful, but God, I was ready. I was so wet, so aroused, I knew this would forever change something in me.

There really was no going back. There was only moving forward.

“You sure you’re ready for me?”

I nodded. “Yes.” And before I could brace myself, Deacon thrust into me in one hard, powerful and thorough motion. My back arched, my mouth opened on its own, and this cry of surprise and pleasure spilled from me. The pain was sharp, consuming. The feeling of his cock lodged deep in my body took my breath away. He stretched me to the point that I didn’t even know if I could handle much more. But he didn’t move, allowing me to get accustomed to him, and as the seconds ticked by, my body relaxed. Deacon was just so large that there would be discomfort even if I hadn’t been a virgin.

He groaned above me, his entire body so hard, so tense. I could tell he was using a lot of strength to not push this, to give me time to adjust.

Beads of sweat lined his forehead.

“I need friction,” I moaned.

He made this deep sound, then started pulling out and gently pushing back in. The pain mixed with pleasure. The more time that passed, the more his actions became fiercer, stronger, consuming. The entire time Deacon focused on me, watching me under heavy-lidded eyes and making me feel like nothing else mattered to him.

“Fuck,” he gritted out again, moving his hips faster, harder against me. He pushed in so deep his actions had me shifting up on the bed. Over and over he did this, pushing in before pulling out so just the tip of his cock was lodged at my entrance. I watched as he leaned back, staring down at where we were connected, getting an eyeful of his cock stretching my pussy.

He slammed into me again and again, and I felt my toes curl, my eyes roll back in my head.

“Goddamn it,” he said, low, husky.

I rose up slightly, wanting to see what he saw. His length tunneled in and out of me, his abs contracting, his muscles on clear display. Glossy arousal covered him, but I also saw blood…my virginal blood on his shaft.

“You like what you see?”

I could only nod.

“The fact you’re watching me take you turns me on so fucking much, Maddie. I won’t last.”

When I had my back on the bed once more, giving myself over, surrendering everything, Deacon went wild. He pulled out of me but shoved back in just as quickly. The grunt he made was such a turn-on. I closed my eyes and curled the sheets in my fists, knowing I’d come for him in seconds.

God. Yes.

“Mine,” he groaned and tightened his hands, his fingers digging into me painfully, pleasurably. I absorbed the feeling. Deacon thrust back into me in one fluid, powerful and masculine motion. “Fuck,” he cursed.

“Faster,” I demanded. He started picking up speed and soon was fucking me with abandon, with the need and desire that came with being the type of man he was: rough, hard-core, raw.

“Oh. God. Yes.” I lost myself in the feelings, in the heights he was taking me to.

He curled his fingers into the flesh of my inner thighs, holding me down, making me take all of him. His touch hurt so good.

“Fuck. Damn it, baby, you feel incredible.” He thrust into me repeatedly, never breaking his motion, never giving me the chance to breathe. But I didn’t want to. If this was what suffocating felt like, I wanted to let the darkness swallow me whole.

Over and over he surged into me and retreated. I felt the world coming apart, caving in, shattering all around me until nothing else mattered. He plunged into me once more and stilled, burying his length in my body, getting off hard, like I was in that moment.

“Fuck. Yeah.” His hands on me would surely leave bruises, but I welcomed those marks.

His big body was so tense, his pleasure seeming to go on and on, never-ending, just like mine. I swore I could feel his seed filling me up, slipping from me and soaking the sheets in our passion.

The pleasure went on for hours, days, hell, maybe even my entire life. It all meshed together, making me feel as though I were above it all, looking down, experiencing a plethora of things.

My breath caught, his body resting on mine, and I knew this feeling would forever be ingrained in my mind, in my very existence. This was what complete felt like. Even though I knew he’d come, could feel it in the way his body had responded, tensed, his cock was still so hard in me. After long seconds the breath leaving me at his weight, Deacon pulled out of me and rolled to his side. We both made soft sounds, but before I could even shift on the bed, Deacon was pulling me close to him, his huge form like a living blanket, keeping me warm, making me feel protected.

“Christ, Maddie.”

We both breathed harshly, our chests rising and falling, our bodies covered in that delicious sweat. I moved my fingers down his arm, over his hand, and felt the callouses, saw the stains from his hard work, from the manual labor he did every day.

“You’re mine. Irrevocably.”

I shifted so I could look at his face.

“I’m not letting you go, Maddie. From the moment I saw you, from the moment I knew what I was feeling for you wouldn’t be pushed back, I knew that you’d be mine.” He pulled me impossibly closer. “I knew that there was no one else, nothing else, that would make me happier than having you by my side.”

Maybe to some it would sound strange, fast, insta-crazy to the nth degree. And maybe he did. Maybe it was. But the truth was I didn’t care. This felt incredible, Deacon felt amazing, and I wasn’t going to question it.

I knew, without a doubt, that there was nowhere else, no one else I wanted to be with.