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He fucked her hard in deep punishing strokes that made the vanity rock and her tits swing. One hand gripped her hip hard enough to bruise; the other reached around to rub her clit in rough circles.

“Look at you,” he growled. “Bent over taking my cock like you were made for it. These tits bouncing, fuck, I’ve wanted my mouth on them for a year.”

She moaned louder around the gag, pushing back to meet every thrust.

“You like it rough?” he asked, slamming in harder. “Like feeling every inch stretch this hungry cunt?”

Her muffled cry was pure need.

He kept talking, filthy and relentless. “Gonna fill you up. Gonna come so deep inside you you’ll feel me dripping out of you the rest of the night. That what you want?”

She nodded hard, eyes glassy.

She came the first time with a broken cry around the tie, cunt pulsing so tight around him he almost followed. He kept going, pounding into her through it.

“That’s it. Milk my cock. Fuck, Lily!”

He chased his own release until he spilled deep inside her with a harsh groan, flooding her.

“Taking every drop,” he rasped. “Good girl.”

He barely pulled out before he was hard again. He turned her, lifted her onto the vanity, and sank back into her from the front. Her legs wrapped around his waist. He fucked her slower this time but just as deep, watching every expression on her face, every bounce of her heavy breasts.

He leaned down and sucked one nipple into his mouth, hard, teeth grazing, while he drove into her.

“These tits,” he muttered against her skin. “Been dying to get my mouth on them. They’re so perfect. Made for my hands.”

She reached up and pulled the tie down enough to speak, voice wrecked. “Harder… please, uncle Damien—fuck me harder. I’ve waited so long—”

“Greedy little thing,” he said, but he gave her exactly what she asked for, snapping his hips faster. “You want it deep? Want me to ruin this tight pussy for anyone else?”

“Yes… only you… only ever wanted you—”

He groaned, sucking harder on her nipple. “Say it again.”

“Only you,” she gasped. “I’ve touched myself to you for years. Imagined this cock stretching me open. Please come in me again—”

He did. He buried himself to the hilt and ground against her as he filled her a second time, forehead pressed to hers.

“Fuck Lily—”

They collapsed onto the bed afterward, both breathing hard. Damien pulled her against his chest, one hand stroking down the soft skin of her back, the other cupping her breast gently. He pressed soft kisses to her shoulder, her neck, the corner of her mouth.

“You’ve made me the happiest man alive tonight,” he murmured against her skin. “Christ, Lily… I don’t know how I’m supposed to walk out of this room and pretend I didn’t just fuck you senseless.”

Then he felt it.

When he shifted, his cock slipped free and something warm and sticky followed. He looked down.

Blood.

Smeared across the sheets, across his shaft, across the insides of her thighs.

His entire body went rigid.

“Lily.” His voice was suddenly sharp. “You were a virgin.”

She looked up at him, still flushed and soft eyed. “Yes.”

Anger and something darker tangled in his chest. “What the fuck Lily? Why the hell didn’t you tell me before I fucked you?”

A knock sounded at the door.

“Lily?” Dax’s curious voice was on the other side. “You in there? Your dad’s looking for you downstairs.”