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She searches my face, throat working. “Then why did you even sleep with them?”

“I was trying to get over you.” It tastes like shit coming out. “I thought if I could physically move on, I’d eventually move on emotionally too. Thought I could fuck the missing you out of my system.”

I look at her, hoping for any indication that she’s not upset at me for those actions before I add, “Clearly it didn’t work.”

She lets out a breath that shakes. “If it’s really mine…” she trails off, flexing her hand until I release it, then dragging her fingers down from where the sit on her name, to the weeping, purple head of my cock.

She leans forward and pulls me into her mouth and I almost embarrass myself after the first suck.

“Blaire—fuck. That’s it. Just like that. Fuck, I’m gonna—you’re going to make me—fuck. Sweet girl.”

She looks up, lips stretched around the middle of my cock, and I have to pull her off before I finish in her throat.

“I need to be inside you,” I rasp. “I need it. Please.”

She nods and tugs me down on top of her. I settle between her thighs and notch against her, bare, and we both look down at the same time as I push in.

The sound I make doesn’t sound human.

She’s tight. Hot. Perfect. I sink in inch by inch, watching her stretch to accommodate my girth, watching her name disappear against her as I bottom out, and I have to drop my forehead to hers and stay there, buried, shaking.

“I fucking missed you.” It comes out like it got dragged over gravel. “Nothing—fuck, Blaire—nothing ever felt like this. I tried. I couldn’t. It’s you. It’s always been you.”

She makes a broken sound and pulls me deeper with her heels.

I tuck a hand behind her head, forcing her into an angle that gives her no choice but to watch as I start to slide in and out of this insanely perfect cunt. Her name on me, my cock shiny with her, sliding out and pushing back in, stretching her, claiming her, the visual so obscene I feel it at the base of my spine.

“This cock belongs to no one but you.”

Thrust.

“You are the only hand that will touch it.”

Thrust.

“The only mouth.”

Thrust.

She moans, eyes glassy, watching with me.

“The only pussy that will ever feel what my cock feels like.” I drive in and stay, grinding, then drag out slow so she can see every inch, the way she’s coated me. “Only you. Sweet girl.”

“Si—”

“Eyes open.” I fuck her in steady, filthy strokes, one hand holding her head, the other reaching between us and spreading her. “Look at your name. Look at how you take me. This is yours. This has always been yours. I kept it for you. I wrapped it for strangers and still woke up hard for this.” Another thrust that punches a sound out of her. “You feel that? Nothing between us. The way it’s supposed to be. The way it was always supposed to be.”

She clenches around me and I groan like I’ve been shot.

“That’s it. Squeeze me. Remind me who I belong to. I’ve been yours since the day I met you. I’m yours in this bed, in this house. You own me Blaire. You fucking own me.”

I pick up the pace because I can’t not. She grabs my ass and pulls me in and I go, snapping my hips, kissing her messy, telling her she’s beautiful, she’s tight, she’s home. I’m going to take my time later but right now I need her to come on my cock because I have been waiting to feel that for too fucking long.

“Come on,” I rasp against her mouth. “Be good. Let me feel you. I’ve got you. You’re safe. You’re mine. Come for me, Blaire.”

She breaks with a cry she muffles in my shoulder, clenching so hard my vision whites, and I follow her over the edge. I bury myself to the hilt and cum with a groan that sounds like her name, pulsing inside her, four years pouring out of me in long, helpless jerks while she holds me through it.

I stay in her even after. Catching my breath. Kissing her temple, her cheek, the corner of her mouth. Still twitching.