I held my cock in my hand and slid it between the lips of her hot little cunt, her pussy so slick. The head of my cock rubbed against her clit and her body quaked. My fingers bit into her hip with bruising force. I wanted her body marked—everywhere. When she got out of bed tomorrow, I wanted her to instantly miss my dick stretching her tight pussy. I wanted her craving my cum slipping from the tight, hot depths. I wanted her begging me for more.

“Jackson,” she gasped, her ass slightly lifting toward me. Megan ground that perfect ass against me, begging for more. She was so receptive and all mine. I would train her to want my cock… only my cock. A wave of possessiveness flooded through my system, one like I had never felt before. One word chanted over and over in my head. Mine.

“Tell me what you want, Megan. Tell me.”

“I… please, Jackson,” she whimpered.

“Tell me,” I urged her as I brought my dick through her sweet, slick juices again. I positioned the head of my shaft at her opening, feeling that thin barrier that kept her innocent—that kept her from me. “Tell me what you want, Megan. I never want you to keep anything from me. There will be no secrets between us.”

“You, Jackson. I want…you.”

That was exactly what I needed to hear. I pulled away from her, nearly moaning out loud. It was physically painful to leave the tight walls of her pussy. I wanted to plunge deeper, but when I did that, I wanted to see her face. I wanted to be able to see her eyes at the exact moment I claimed her virginity. The exact moment she becomes mine completely.

“No, please,” she cried when I left her body. She needn’t worry. I would never leave her. I would never do without her again.

“Hush, Megan, I just want to see you when I make you mine,” I told her, a foreign feeling of tenderness coming over me.

I maneuvered her body so that she was lying on her back. Her eyes were on me—glowing with need. Her breasts were large and round, the nipples hard and swollen. They were straining toward me—as if they, too, knew who they belonged to. I bent down to suck one of the large distended nipples into my mouth. I curled my tongue around it and then captured it between my teeth. I bit down until I felt her body quake underneath mine and I heard her surprised intake of breath. I slowly released it and then kissed the spot I had marked.

“You’re perfect, Megan,” I praised her. Her gaze moved over my body like a tender touch—a loving caress. It was a completely alien moment for me, but something I was going to want permanently. She froze when she saw my cock, her eyes round with shock and maybe a little bit of fear.

“You’re so big,” she whispered. Her face was flushed with a fine sheen of moisture on her skin, and her blonde hair was strewn across the pillowcase. She’s beautiful. “Jackson… what if you don’t fit?” she asked, and her flushed skin darkened further with her question.

“You were made for me, Megan. I will fit. I will be so deep inside of you that you will feel me for weeks. Do you see how my cock is so wet? Do you see your juices covering me? Your little cunt weeps for what only I can give it.”

I stroked my cock while she watched me. “Fuck, yeah,” I groaned out as my hand slid through her cream. “I’m going to fuck you so good,” I promised her. I moved my hand to her pussy and without giving a warning, I slid my fingers against her clit, the swollen button so hungry it pulsated against my fingers.

“Jackson, please,” she begged and having her beg for me made a large drop of cum slide off the head of my cock and run slowly down my shaft. I squeezed my dick tight and focused my mind, trying to hold off my climax. I wasn’t coming until I was inside of her so I could fill her so full, her womb would be bathed with my cum.

“I’ll give you what you want, Megan. I’ll give you what we both want, what we both need,” I reassured her.

“Please. I want it, Jackson. I want to belong to you,” she whispered so softly I had to strain to hear it.

“This will hurt,” I warned her. I might be a bastard, but this was my woman and I needed to make sure she was prepared. If I was a good man, I’d have used my fingers to stretch her and make her initiation easier. I wasn’t. My cock was going to be the only thing to claim her innocence. I wanted her virgin blood on my shaft. I wanted it soaked into my skin, so that she marked me as deeply as I planned to mark her. I positioned my cock at her entrance and then looked down at her. “Look at me, Megan,” I demanded.

She slowly brought her gaze up to me, her teeth biting into her bottom lip, betraying her nervousness. “Don’t take your eyes off of me. I want to watch you as you become mine,” I ordered. When she said nothing, I insisted she answer me again. “Do you understand?”

“I’ll keep my eyes on you,” she said and it felt like a vow. I felt it deep inside and it caused my balls to tighten with the load of cum that waited to be released.

“It will hurt,” I warned her again, “but I will make you feel good before we’re through. I’ll make you feel so fucking good you will be begging for more.”

“I know,” she promised, and her hand reached out to touch mine. “Take me, Jackson,” she said, giving me her consent.

I don’t know if it was the words, or the soft touch that ran through me that caused it, but it was in that moment that I lost control. I plowed inside of her, my cock thrusting hard inside her tight little cunt and tearing through the barrier as Megan finally became mine. I didn’t stop until my cock was pushing against her womb and once I got there I held myself still. I enjoyed the feel of her, the tight fit of her pussy walls squeezing against my cock—milking it, and the sound of her voice as she cried out my name.

“Jackson!”

In that moment, I felt like a fucking conqueror and Megan was definitely my greatest treasure.