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All sense of space of and time.

I’d wanted so badly to make it good for her.

I’d been so sure that would be an easy task for me.

Instead I snapped and became a wild man, all parts of my better nature deserting me to the overwhelming urge to own her body in totality, to rut.

I was on her, pushing her knees to her chest, my tip kissing her entrance, before I even had the thought. My body was driving faster than my brain.

I pushed in almost against my own will. I simply could not stop. I pushed until I butted up against her barrier.

I moaned and shuddered.

She squirmed a bit under me in discomfort and I couldn’t stop. I pushed her silky thighs wide part, pinned her hips prone, and drove in, rending her hymen in one strong push.

I felt something great and strong move within me, and it struck me powerfully and profoundly.

It did not, however, stop my progress, or so much as slow it.

Barely pausing, I pushed deeper still, not gauging her reaction, only able to focus on my own task, my own pleasure.

I didn’t ride her easy for a first time, the taste of her bare and squeezing me making me snap in a way I didn’t even know I could.

I was mindless, lunging in until I was touching her womb and it was mind-blowing and wonderful, and I’m not sure all of my brain cells survived it.

She made a noise underneath me, and I didn’t have the mental capacity to understand what it meant, let alone to stop. I didn’t even pause for it, driving into her then pulling out again with no allowance for her tiny, vulnerable self.

It was so fast and out of my usually stellar control that I felt I might’ve blacked out.

I came balls deep, back arched, jarring into the end of her mercilessly.

My heart was pounding in my ears, I was panting like I’d run a marathon instead of rubbing out one quick orgasm.

But what an orgasm.

I felt like I’d been stomped into the ground by my own lust, and every second of the stomping had been wondrous, beyond anything, surpassing absolutely anyone.

I was twitching inside of her and grinding my hips, fucking every last tremor of that exquisite madness out of me when I came a little back into myself.

She was completely still beneath me.

I was horrified. I pulled back to study her.

Her eyes were closed, her face scrunched up tight.

“Oh my God,” I said, realizing that I hadn’t made it good for her. I had in fact, hurt her. “Oh Ro, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I just lost it.”

She opened her big Bambi eyes and reached a hand up to pat me on the cheek. My heart turned over in my chest. It was the sweetest thing I’d ever experienced, her comforting me after I’d fucked up—literally—at her expense.

I held her hand there, watching her face tenderly.

“Shhh,” she said and I realized I’d just been apologizing, over and over. “Shh. It’s okay,” she said in a slightly hoarse voice. “It’s okay,” she repeated. “It hurt a bit, and I didn’t come, but… I kind of liked watching you lose it like that.”

I was still inside of her. I’d been pulling out slowly, reluctantly, but I felt myself swelling up again at her words and I eased deeper into her warm flesh. “Tell me to stop if you want me to stop,” I told her roughly. “I can’t do it on my own. Does it still hurt?”

“Not badly. There’s mostly a soreness there, and a lot of stretching, but that’s normal, right?”

“I didn’t want it to be normal for you, I wanted to make it good.”