When I'm fully seated, I pause, giving her time to adjust. My chest is heaving, every muscle locked tight with the effort of not moving.
She feels incredible. Different from before. Tighter. The angle lets me hit deeper, and I can feel her body struggling to accommodate me.
She cries out, a sound of pure pleasure.
I set a slow, deliberate rhythm, deep strokes that fill her completely, grinding my hips against her ass with each inward push.
The angle is perfect, hitting deep inside her pussy. Her moans escalate with each thrust, high and desperate.
“Oh… West… yes… right there…”
"Bossy." But I obey, pulling out slowly before driving back in with more force.
She cries out, her hands clutching the couch.
"Too much?" I slow immediately, concerned.
"No." She shakes her head frantically. "No, it's—more. Do that again."
Relief and raw desire flood through me. I pull back and thrust again, harder this time, establishing a rhythm that's slow but deep, letting her feel every inch.
"You're mine," I growl, the words spilling out before I can stop them. "This—" another thrust, "—is mine. Your first time like this, your body, these sounds you're making—all mine."
"Yes," she moans, meeting my thrusts now, finding therhythm. "Yours—I'm yours—"
I increase the pace, one hand sliding around to find her clit again, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise.
“That’s it,” I growl, my control fraying. My thrusts become harder, faster, driven by her responsiveness, by the sheer feel of her.
"That's right. Mine." I'm losing coherence, my control fraying with every thrust. "And I'm going to make you come again. Right now. With me deep inside you."
My fingers work her clit in tight circles, matching the rhythm of my hips. I can feel her getting close, her body tensing, her walls starting to flutter around me.
"West—I can't—I'm going to—"
"Do it." I thrust deeper, harder. "Come on my cock, Jane. Let me feel it."
She shatters with a scream, her entire body convulsing, inner muscles gripping me so hard I nearly black out. The sensation is overwhelming—feeling her orgasm from the inside, every pulse and clench dragging me over the edge with her.
I bury myself as deep as I can go and let go, my own release tearing through me with brutal intensity. For a moment, there's nothing but white heat and the feeling of her body milking me, taking everything I have to give.
When I finally come back to myself, I'm collapsed over her back, both of us shaking, gasping for air.
Carefully, I pull out, immediately missing the connection. She makes a small sound of protest that goes straight to my chest.
"I know," I murmur, kissing her shoulder. "I've got you."
I deal with the condom, then gather her into my arms. She's boneless, her head tucked under my chin.
She makes another sound that might be a laugh. "I can't feel my legs."
"That's the goal." I press a kiss to her temple, smiling against her skin. "First doggy successfully achieved."
"Successfully?" She tilts her head back to look at me, her eyes glazed and satisfied.
"West, I think you just ruined me."
The word "ruined" lodges in my chest like a slapshot.
