Jade’s breath caught.
He didn’t force it—just eased it in, inch by inch, allowing her body to adjust.
Her walls resisted at first, then yielded, drawing him in with a wet, clenching grip.
She gasped again, her back arching. "Ohhhhhh..."
Even with just one finger inside her, it felt like she was being stretched.
Ross groaned softly, feeling the way her body gripped him.
Her pussy was hot, wet, and unbelievably tight—already quivering around just one of his fingers.
He moved slowly, curling and stroking her walls, learning what made her moan, what made her hips lift, what made her thighs tremble.
Jade clung to the sheets, unable to stop the tide of pleasure rising through her.
His finger was thick—thicker than any she’d ever experienced.
It filled her in a way that felt both impossible and intoxicating.
And still... there was so much more of him left.
"Even your finger feels like a cock," she whispered in disbelief, her voice shaky and thick with need. "Everything about you... is so big..."
Ross smiled against her neck and pressed a soft kiss there. "And I haven’t even started yet."
He added a second finger, slowly, carefully. Her body clenched again, stretching more, adjusting to the pressure.
The sensation was overwhelming, but she didn’t want him to stop.
Her breath grew shallow, her skin flushed, and her pussy tightened with every pulse of desire.
Ross leaned in close, his voice like velvet. "You’re doing so well, Jade."
Jade could barely think.
She was lting around his fingers, her body aching, begging, trembling on the edge of sothing she had never felt before.
And still... he hadn’t even put his cock inside her yet.
A few minutes later, Jane felt the pressure building again—tight, overwhelming, irresistible.
Her breath hitched, her hips moved on their own, and she clung to Ross as the wave of pleasure rose inside her like a tidal surge.
"Ross... I’m about to co again," she gasped. "Please—don’t stop..."
She was so close, trembling on the edge, her body ready to shatter from the intensity.
But instead of pushing her over that edge, Ross did the unthinkable—he stopped.
Jane blinked in confusion, her eyes wide, her thighs twitching as they instinctively tried to chase the pleasure that had just slipped away.
"W-why?" she asked, her voice husky and trembling, her chest heaving with unspent desire.
Her beautiful face was flushed, her lips parted, her expression lost in pure, desperate lust.
In that mont, she couldn’t think. Not clearly. Thoughts of her husband... her marriage... how she ended up in Ross’s bed... all of it had vanished.
Her entire world had shrunk to one aching, burning need.
She just wanted to co.
Ross looked down at her with a smirk that was equal parts gentle and wicked.
"I have sothing better," he said softly.
Jane’s breath caught.
Ross shifted his weight, and she felt it—the hard, thick heat of him pressing against her entrance.
Her eyes widened. Her entire body tensed.
He’s really going to put it in...
"It’ll hurt at first," Ross murmured as he leaned in, his voice low and intimate against her ear. "But I promise you, it’ll feel so much better after."
And then, he started to push.
Jane cried out imdiately, her hands gripping the sheets, her thighs trembling on either side of him.
"Ohhhhh..." she moaned, her voice cracking from the sensation.
It wasn’t like anything she’d ever experienced. It wasn’t just pain—it was pressure, stretching, fullness unlike anything before.
Her pussy was struggling to take him. It felt like he was splitting her open, inch by inch.
Ross was patient.
He moved slowly, deliberately, letting her feel every single inch as he entered her, allowing her body to try and accommodate him.
He groaned at the tightness—how her wet walls clamped down on him, resisting and yielding at the sa ti.
Jane’s back arched as more of him filled her, and when she thought it would stop, that he was finally all the way in—he pushed deeper.
"Nghhh... Ross... it’s too big... I—" she gasped, but her words dissolved into moans.
Ross kissed her again, slowly, deeply, as if to anchor her, to steady her against the storm of sensation ripping through her body.
He didn’t slam into her. He didn’t rush. He claid her—inch by slow inch—until she could feel every ridge, every vein, every part of him pulsing inside her.
She was tight. Too tight.
But he fit.
Barely.
And just as he had promised, past the initial sting of pain... sothing else began to bloom.
Heat. Sweet, forbidden pleasure. The kind that made her toes curl and her head spin.
She felt full. Stretched to her limit. Claid.
And she had never felt more alive.
"Ahhhhh..." A sharp gasp escaped Jane’s lips as Ross slowly pushed deeper into her.
Her body trembled beneath his, her fingers curling tightly into the bedsheets.
Every inch he sank into her felt impossibly thick, stretching her more than she ever thought possible.
It hurt—God, it hurt—but not in a way that made her want to stop. It was a burn that made her feel alive.
Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, as if trying to pull him in or slow him down—she didn’t even know which.
Her breath ca in ragged little pants, the pain mingling with sothing dark and forbidden deep inside her.
Her pussy was so tight around him it was hard to believe she had taken even half of him yet.
"Ross..." she moaned again, her voice raw and filled with confusion. "I—I don’t think it can fit..."
"It will," he murmured against her ear, his voice low, full of dark promise. "You’re doing so good for , Jane. Just a little more."
He kissed the corner of her mouth, his hands gliding over her trembling thighs, trying to soothe the overwhelming sensations.
He rocked his hips in small, shallow thrusts, giving her ti to adjust while easing himself deeper.
Each movent sent a fresh jolt through her—half pain, half pleasure—and her body didn’t know how to process it.
It felt like she was a virgin all over again!
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