Page 19 of Power Struggle

He crawls up my body, covering me in wet kisses as he goes. His hips align with mine as he drops his body on top of me. For some reason, the pressure instantly calms and soothes me. Leaning over my face with a dripping chin and dimpled smile, he kisses my nose. “What do you want, Princess?” he murmurs.

Instead of responding, I dive forward weakly and lick a path up his cheek. Jack shudders. “Such a nasty bitch, hmm?” he groans. “Licking up your cum like your starving for it.”

I moan, more at his words than anything. He shifts when my heart rate finally normalizes and lifts some of his weight from my body. While he’s distracted with my licks, I reach between us and grip his solid, burning cock. His hips jerk. Unable to help myself, I fist him, jacking him off slowly against my pussy. I find him already a sticky mess, making me pause. Jack chuckles an adorable sound. “I couldn’t help myself. I think I made more of a mess on the bed than you did.”

“You came?” I ask, slightly shocked. “From eating me out?”

He licks my tear-stained cheeks in a move that feels incredibly possessive and animalistic. “Can you blame me?”

I snicker, rolling my eyes as I continue to slowly pump his cock. “Let me guess,” I murmur, rubbing his length against my dripping pussy. He hits my clit, and my hips thrust up into him, causing us both to groan. “I taste like the best meal you’ve ever had?”

He exhales, leaning to brace himself on his forearms over my body, keeping us face to face. We’re still sprawled out in the center of the massive bed, sideways and horizontal with the pillows, covered in sticky fluids. But judging by the way he’s making himself comfy, we’re both content to stay here.

Shaking his head, he locks eyes with me, shifting his hips in my grip, causing me to release him. I feel him hover just outside of my opening. Neither of us moves an inch, feeling like we’re standing on the edge of something else. Something more.

Everything.

“No, Princess,” he murmurs, dropping his lips to mine and hovering just like he is with his cock. “You taste like forever.”

And then, he fucks into me in one brutal thrust.

Chapter Fifteen

“Fuck,” she cries out at the same moment I release a shuddering groan.

Fuck is right. She feels so good. Tight. Hot. Dripping. It takes everything inside of me not to pull back out and fuck into her ruthlessly. Instead, I drop my head into the crook of her neck. I breathe in her sweet, sweaty scent while we both get used to the feeling of my cock buried deep inside of her.

Her pussy flutters around me, and I groan again, my hips bucking against hers. “Goddammit, Addy,” I choke out. “Hold the fuck still for a second, or I’m gonna blow my load already.”

“You can, you know,” she whispers. The nerves in her voice have me arching back to meet her eyes. My brows dip at her bashful look. She glances away, biting her lip. I give a small teasing thrust, and her eyes snap back to me. I cock a brow, waiting her out. She rolls her eyes. Shit. I can’t wait to fuck that attitude out of her someday. I scoff internally. Yeah, right. I love her attitude. “You can cum inside me,” she whispers.

It takes me a second for her words to penetrate through the haze of lust. The tiny thread of control I’d been clinging to snaps. My hips bull back, and I slam into her before I’ve even realized what I’ve done. I know she’s on birth control since I read her application, and having a clean STD panel was required for entry to the party, but hearing her say I can cum inside of her sweet pussy does something to me. It releases the feral beast that wants to rut. To claim. To breed.

Mine. Addison is mine.

Fuck. I really need to stop reading Shiloh’s books.

Except now that the thought has sunk in, it won’t leave. I want to knock her up. Keep her tied to me. More than that, I just plain want her. Forever.

I tune back into Addy, finding her head tipped back, face blissed out in pleasure, as she’s forced to submit to my punishing thrusts. Shit. I didn’t even realize I was fucking her so hard. I can’t stop. I don’t want to. She feels too perfect–too mine. But this is our first time, and I’d fucking kill myself if I screwed things up for us by taking this too far.

I pause my brutal thrusts, panting to catch my breath. I grip her jaw, silencing her protest. Making sure she’s paying attention, I ask, “Do you want to be my Princess or my pretty little slut right now? You decide how this goes.”

She sucks in a breath. Her icy blue eyes are hooded with lust, and her chest is rising and falling, causing her juicy tits to bob in a tantalizing rhythm. She swallows and tips her chin up. “Fuck you, Jackson.” My mouth drops open in shock, but my cock twitches inside of her. Her lip lifts, and I realize what she’s just done.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“What’s your safeword, slut?” I growl.

She smirks. “Red, asshole.”

I grip her chin harder and press my mouth to hers in a punishing, dangerous kiss. She bites my lip hard, drawing blood. Leaning back, I glare at her, feeling everything in my body scream, be careful with this one. She’s precious. And she is. But she’s also being a fucking brat, and she’s playing dirty. My hand tips back before I bring it down on her cheek. The slap is a warning, a punishment. It’s not hard enough to injure, but it gets the point across. It also has her moaning and clenching around my cock. I chuckle, pushing back to sit on my knees. My hips buck hard, again and again.

“Fuck, you really are a nasty slut, hmm?” I groan, feeling my balls already tightening as lightning dances down my spine.

“God, yes,” she cries as her fingers scramble for purchase on the comforter. “More, Jack. Harder.”

I slap her thigh, devouring the sound of her gasping moan. “You don’t need harder. You need deeper.” I lean back, gripping her ankles and shoving her legs up and open, spreading her wide for me so I can get as deep as possible.

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