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.
