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“It’s gonna be fast this first time, sweetheart,” he murmurs, lips brushing my ear.
“Good!”
He chuckles.
I whimper as he unbuckles his belt, the sound of his zipper like a gunshot in the quiet kitchen.
“I’m going to make you scream like you used to. Gonna fuck you so hard you remember.”
His cock springs free, flushed and leaking, and my mouth waters.
I reach for him, but he slaps my hand away.
“No. You touch me, I’m going to come.” He grips my hips, yanking me to the edge of the counter.
And then he’s inside me.
I cry out, nails digging into his shoulders. He’s bigger than I remember—or maybe I’ve just been empty too long.
“Lucy,” he groans, hips snapping forward. “Still so tight. Like you were made for me.”
He sets a punishing pace, each thrust punching the air from my lungs.
I’m so full, so owned.
“You remember now?” he snarls, fingers tangling in my hair, forcing me to look at him. “Remember how good I fuck you?”
“Y-yes,” I sob, because I can’t lie anymore, not about this.
His grin is feral. “Good.”
He pulls out of me, and I cry out in protest. He hauls me off the counter and flips me around and bends me over.
“I want to go deeper.”
My cheek scrapes the marble as Fox’s hand pushes my spine down.
He doesn’t ask me if I’m hurting. He knows I’m not. We’ve just been to the doctor, and like always, he was by my side, listening to my answers, asking new questions I didn’t even think of.
He bends over my back, his warm T-shirt-covered chest burning a brand between my shoulder blades, pushing into me.
I brace a palm on a crumpled paper towel, crinkling it with every desperate jolt of his hips.
Fox’s breathing goes ragged.
He slides out halfway and grinds his cock-head against my G-spot until I sob, the sound loud in my ears.
He likes that—I can tell from the satisfied grunt vibrating through his sternum.
My legs tremble.
Fox doesn’t slow; if anything, he doubles down, burying himself to the hilt with every thrust, until my vision starbursts on every downstroke.
“Mine,” he hisses, grabbing both my hips and yanking me back into every thrust. “You’re mine, Lucy. Say it.”
I bite my lip, hunger knotting inside me.
“Yours.”
