I was so hard, my cock like a lead pipe between my thighs, my desire for Maddie like this wild beast in me. It wouldn’t be tamed, no matter how much I told it to calm down the fuck down. I didn’t want to frighten her with the intensity in which I needed her, but I was having a hard enough time with my own control. And then she went and said that to me and I about lost it.

I gripped the table, surprised I didn’t break the wood. I could have tried to be the controlled one, the rational one, but right now I said fuck it all. I wanted Maddie, and I wanted her now.

I needed to hear all the things she desire…the things she wanted me to do to her. I was lost in my desire for her, and there was no going back, not fucking ever. Her surrender, both in body and her telling me, was something I needed as much as I had to breathe.

I got out of the chair, moved over to her, and helped her up. I wanted her pressed right to me, her body against mine. I wanted to feel every inch of her. The sensation of her breasts pressing against me had my cock jerking. The fucker was already hard as stone, but right now it ached.

She had yet to answer me.

“Tell me what you want,” I said again, needing to know from her mouth that she wanted this badly. Her pupils were dilated, her arousal written along her face. Yeah, she couldn’t hide this, couldn’t deny it. I didn’t have to hear her say the words to know her body was primed, wet and ready, and aching for me the way I did for her. I slipped my hand lower on her back and pulled her impossibly closer. The sound she made was a little bit of surprise but a whole lot of pleasure.

I lowered my hand, slid my fingers along the edge of her shirt, and let the digits sit there for a second, half touching her bare flesh, half resting on the material. The anticipation, excitement, and the need to strip her from her clothes and claim her on the table rode me hard. I needed her so badly I could taste it.

“Tell me what you want,” I asked once more.

“You,” she finally said, and I let a harsh groan spill from me.

I curled my fingers around the material of her shirt, and without thinking anymore I lifted the material up and over her head. Something snapped in me, this string that had been pulled so tight there was no more slack to give.

“I’ll give you myself and so much more,” I found myself saying, not trying to be sweet or gentle about this. I wasn’t a romantic kind of guy, but I’d give Maddie whatever she wanted. I’d give her the fucking moon on a platter if it meant she was mine always.

“I just want you.”

I tangled my hand in her hair, tipped her head back, and stared down at her parted lips. I lowered my gaze to the arch of her throat, to the sight of her swallowing her nervousness. “If you want me, you’re about to get every fucking possessive inch.” I went for the button of her pants, not caring how rapid this was or if it seemed like I’d lost my mind. I had, in fact, in every possible way. Maddie consumed me, owned me, and I’d possess every part of her until she knew that she was it for me…that she was mine.

I had her pants pushed down her thighs a second later, and thank hell she kicked them aside. I took a step back, looked at the white panties she wore, and groaned. Before I knew what I was going to do, I was on my haunches, pushing her legs apart and urging her to lean back on the table.

“Come on, baby, put that lush ass against the table and spread your legs for me.”

Once she was in position, I helped part her thighs a little more and pressed my face right against her panties. I closed my eyes and inhaled, smelling the floral, musky, and sweet scent of her. She made this noise that turned me on even more. For long seconds all I did was have my nose and mouth right up against her panty-covered pussy. She was shaking for me, and I heard her nails digging into the table.

“Do you want me to touch you?” I tipped my head back and looked at her. She was watching me, her mouth still parted, her eyes heavy-lidded. She nodded, and I curled my nails on her thighs, trying not to be too rough but on the verge of breaking free of my control. “Yeah you do, baby, and I’m going to make sure it’s so fucking good for you.” I ran my tongue over her underwear, hearing the slight inhalation of her breathing, feeling the prick of her nails on my shoulder. I kept running my tongue over her slit, wanting the material away, needing her bare flesh on the muscle. But I needed to go slow, to make her liquid for me.

“Deacon,” she whispered, but I didn’t stop licking her.

I knew there would be little bruises on her thighs from my hold, and a part of me grew even more turned on by that, aroused beyond belief that my marks would cover her.

“I need to tell you something.” Her voice was no more than a whisper, but I stopped right away. My cock was so damn hard, pressing against my zipper, demanding to be free, to be buried in her tight little cunt. She didn’t say anything for long seconds, but before I could rise and make sure she was okay, she started speaking again. “I thought you should know before this goes further that I’m a virgin.”

My entire body became ramrod straight, my heart thundered, and everything in me rose up like a violent tidal wave. I’d assumed she was innocent from the moment I saw her, hoped she was a virgin so I could be the only one who claimed her. But actually hearing her say the words, telling me she’d never known a man’s touch in that way, had the territorial side of me breaking open.

I stood and kissed her until she was breathless. I made her taste the subtle flavor of her that lined my tongue. With my mouth on hers I slipped my fingers lower until I felt the edge of her panties once more. The bastard needed to be off her body. I pulled the edge of the material to the side, touched her bare skin with my finger, and groaned.

“Ask me to be your first. Ask me to be your only.” I pulled back and stared into her eyes.

She breathed harder, faster.

All kinds of filthy images slammed into my head.

“I only want you. Ever.”

I clenched my jaw, a deep sound of pleasure leaving me.

I’d be the one to claim her cherry. I’d be the only one who ever knew what she felt like. I’d be the only one who knew how her pussy felt clenching, so fucking wet, so ready. But only for me.

I ran the tip of my nose up the arch of her neck. She shivered for me and made the sweetest fucking sound, one that had my dick jerking. I wanted to feel her virgin pussy clenching at my cock, milking me, taking what it needed. I wanted her to get off, wanted to watch the ecstasy steal over her expression. I wanted to fill her up with my cum, make her so full of my seed that it slipped from her and created a damp spot on the bed.

“I’m going to die if you don’t keep touching me.”

I’d never stop touching her.

“I’m going to give you so much you won’t know where I end and you begin.” While holding her gaze, I slipped my hand along the back of her knee, lifted her leg easily, and wrapped it around my waist. She had her hands braced on the table now, her chest arched up, her breasts looking so damn tempting in that plain powder-pink bra. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” I moved my hand to cup her ass. She was perfect all around. I pressed my hard dick against her belly, heard her make this soft sound, and felt power move through me.

“I need you now.”

I’d give her all of myself. I wanted to memorize every single inch of her with my lips and tongue. I wanted to make her scream out in pleasure, to feel so incredible she clung to me for more.

I moved down and onto my haunches, parted her thighs again, and stared at her slit, which I could see clearly through her panties. Maddie looked at me, her breathing still increased, her need still evident.

How pink would her pussy be? How swollen and in need for me to stretch her, make her come?

I looked up at her, and while staring into her eyes, I slipped my hand between her legs and placed it right over her pussy, feeling her heat, her arousal for me.

“When everything is all said and done, Maddie”—I added pressure—“I’m going to own this.” I looked back down at where my hand was, then slipped my fingers into the edge of her underwear and pulled them aside. Her bared pink flesh came into view, and her smell made me drunk. Her scent was incredible, addicting. “No one will ever have you but me.” I looked back at her face. “Say it.”

“No other man will have me but you,” she whispered.

I growled in approval and took her panties off the rest of the way.

Her first time might not be as soft and gentle as she deserved, but fuck, I’d make this good for her.