“God, Lachlan.”

I loved hearing her say my name, fucking loved how it rolled off her tongue.

“I need you,” she moaned, and I almost lost it right then, nearly came without even being inside of her.

And fuck, did I want to be inside of her.

“It’s been years since I was with anyone, Layla,” I admitted. “Even before you came into my life, I only wanted you.”

I couldn’t stop myself anymore. I wanted her. Only her. “I have no self-control where it concerns you.” All I wanted to do was devour every part of her, to show her how good we could be together, how much we were meant to be together. I didn’t care what her father said or if he didn’t want this relationship to happen. I wanted her no matter what.

My cock jerked at the thought of finally having her, claiming her. And after this was all said and done, she’d know that she was mine.

I saw her throat work as she swallowed, and knew how much she needed this … how much I needed this. I knew once I had her under me, was inside of her, I wouldn’t last.

“Tell me what you want, baby.”

“You,” she said breathlessly.

I groaned. I could have come from that word alone. I moved closer, pressed my chest right up against hers, and felt how hard her nipples were. I wanted to hear her scream it out as she came for me, wanted to watch the ecstasy as it rolled over her body. I wanted my big, thick cock in her, wanted to claim her virgin cherry, make it mine, only mine.

“Lachlan.” The way she said my name was an auditory orgasm.

Christ.

It took all my control not to get off right then and there.

She licked her lips, and I was riveted to the sight. Filthy thoughts of her on her knees in front of me, grabbing my shaft, bringing it to her mouth, filled my head. I was a dirty bastard for the things I wanted to do to her.

“I want you so fucking badly, baby.” I couldn’t hold in the words, didn’t even try to. I leaned forward and ran my tongue along the seam of her lips. I was already addicted to her.

She had her head resting back on the wall, her mouth parted, and her eyes half-closed as her pleasure clearly washed through her.

“You make me so damn hard.” I grabbed her nape, curled my fingers around her neck, and held her, just looking into her face. “You make me feel so damn good. Do I make you feel good?”

She nodded. “Yes. God, yes.”

“I want you as mine,” I growled out low. “Say you’re mine, that you’ll only ever be mine.” I could have held her all night.

“I’m yours, Lachlan.”

I thrust my cock against her belly, needing that friction, needing to be inside of her. I forced myself to take a step back so I could look my fill of Layla, loving that she was bared for me, innocent, but so vulnerable that she was primed. I stared at the trimmed thatch of her pussy hair making my cock jerk. I loved this woman, was getting drunk on the very sight of her. I lifted my gaze to her breasts, staring at the large mounds, the pink tips, and felt my mouth water.

I reached down and took hold of my cock once more, stroked the fucker again and again, and heard this growl leave me on its own. “I want my cock in you, want to stretch you, see your virgin blood cover my dick,” I said crudely. My balls were drawn up and ready to explode, ready to fill her with cum. I groaned out loud from that thought and image. “I want to pop your cherry, make it mine.”

“Lachlan, I need you.”

“And you’ll get more than you can handle.”

“Oh God,” she moaned.

I grabbed the cheeks of her ass, squeezing the mounds. I slid my hand up her spine, gripped a chunk of her hair, and pulled her head back, exposing her throat. I leaned forward and ran my tongue along it, loving the sweet flavor of her.

I didn’t want to let her go. Not ever.

“I need you in my bed, need you spread for me, ready for me.” And then I did just that, took her to my room where I could devour her properly.

Once in the room I put her on the bed, and like a good girl she obeyed me. She was on the mattress, her legs slightly spread, her pussy peeking out, her wetness glistening.

My arousal for her had been building from the moment I saw her, from the very second I knew I wanted her as mine. And even though I wanted this to last, wanted to make it go on all night, I also knew I couldn’t hold out.

“Spread wider for me, Layla. I want to see how wet that virgin cunt is for me. I want to see what I’ll be devouring tonight.” When she spread those pretty, creamy thighs for me, I groaned, my mouth watered, and my cock jerked. She was so fucking soaked for me.

“Touch yourself for me, Lachlan.”

The air left me on a whoosh at her command. She was being dirty as well. Fuck, I loved it. I started stroking myself from root to tip, my balls swinging slightly beneath my length from my motions. My bicep clenched from how strung tight my muscles were. Here I was jerking off while she touched herself. And it was hot as hell.

Her pussy was this pretty pink color, her clit nice and swollen for me.

I ran my palm over the tip of my dick, smearing the pre-cum around, getting my dick nice and lubed up for what was to come. I didn’t care if jerking off in front of her was amateurish. She liked looking at me doing it, and I fucking loved her watching.

Her body shook, maybe from her nerves, maybe because she was just too damn worked up. Either way she wouldn’t deny me.

“Put your hand between your thighs and touch yourself. Let me see—watch—as you work yourself over for my viewing pleasure.” I grabbed my cock, stroking that fucker like my life depended on it. “Rub that engorged little clit of yours, show me how good you can make yourself feel.” My focus was right between her thighs.

She took in a stuttering breath, her body mine now for the taking, her need as strong as my own. The scent of her filled my head. And when I watched her do what I said, I knew there was no going back.

Not now, not ever.