Megan was so young and naïve. I doubt she had any idea that with those words I laid all my cards on the table. It was not something I made a practice of doing. Yet, what did a man do when the one thing he has wanted for three years becomes his? Apparently he loses his fucking mind.

Tonight I had a plan. I was taking things slow. I was planning on teasing her, making her body crave what only I could give it—train her to need me, and keep her on the edge for days, all before I finally gave her relief.

Instead, I didn’t even make it through dinner before I told her I planned on keeping her. I was the one supposed to have all of the control here. Yet when I felt how wet she was for me, I lost it.

The first rule in business is to never lose control, but then Megan was not business. She was my woman, and her virginity my greatest prize.

I cleared the table behind her, shoving my plate so hard it flew across the slick surface, almost making it to the other side before ending up short and falling onto the marble tile with a loud crashing noise. The glass of wine by my plate had fallen over and the deep red liquid seeped onto the glass and then dropped down on the expensive white marble. I could only stare at it a moment. It reminded me that soon my cock would be covered in the innocence of Megan. My balls tightened at just the thought of it.

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.