Page 20 of Power Struggle

“Holy shit,” she screams, making me grin. I tip my hips to reach a different angle. One I know will blow her mind. “Yes, Jackson. Yes, fuck.”

“You like being my greedy, cock hungry brat, don’t you?” I bark, snapping my hips forward hard enough to bruise her cervix. Maybe if I fuck her deep enough, I’ll slip inside it. “You like feeling me so deep inside of you that you’ll never be able to get me out of your system?” I pull back, pausing for her answer. She nods, her head bobbing sloppily. I snap forward again. “So deep you’ll never get rid of me. Never not know what it feels like to be owned by my cock.”

Her head shakes back and forth as she cries and whimpers. She’s so close she doesn’t know what to do with herself. I shove her right leg and slap her thigh again. “Keep this here.” I release her and wait to see if she does as I said. Her leg wobbles in exhaustion, but she keeps herself spread open for me with the help of her hand. “That’s my filthy slut. So hungry for it, you’d do anything I tell you to, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whimpers, causing precum to shoot from my balls.

My thumb finds her clit as I reward her perfect behavior and listening skills. My eyes drop down, taking in the sight of my big cock disappearing inside of her. She’s so wet; she’s dripping down my shaft and making a wet spot beneath us, adding to her previous releases. I grunt, biting my lip. I can’t look away. She’s perfect. She was made for me.

“You look so good taking my cock,” I praise breathlessly, rubbing her clit harder. She cries out, shaking as her orgasm barrels into her. It’s her twenty-second of the night, so I can assume it’s painful. “Cry harder, Addison. Scream so loud they can hear you through the soundproofed walls.”

Her wild, frantic eyes find mine as her body trembles. She releases the bedspread and reaches one delicate hand out to me, and I swear to God, everything inside of me shifts. She’s reaching for me. Needing me closer. My hips pause as I take in the vulnerable expression on her face, and I know–I just know–she’s finally letting me in. I bat her hand away, not missing the hurt in her eyes. I don’t want to hold her hand, though. I want to hold her.

“I’ve got you, Princess,” I murmur, wrapping my arms under her small body. My cock stays deep inside of her as I lift her up, settling her on my bent thighs. Her chest presses against mine, and her hands weave in my hair, something I’ve noticed she loves doing.

Addy gasps at the new angle, feeling my cock so deep inside of her she can barely move. “That was incredible,” she whispers, looking surprisingly bashful. “I’ve never cum so many times or so hard in my life.”

I chuckle, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “We aren’t done yet,” I say with a thrust of my hips. She moans. With one arm banded behind her back, I keep her safe and steady on my lap. With the other, I fist her messy ponytail, arching her back and giving me access to her glorious tits. “Say thank you for the orgasms, Sir,” I murmur against a nipple, smoothing my hand up and down her back. “And ride me till’ I cum deep inside your pretty pussy.”

Addison moans. “Fuck.” I slap her ass hard. She sucks in a breath. “Th-thank you for the orgasms, Sir,” she mumbles, her voice raspy from overuse. Her hips rock in small movements that have my eyes going spotty. With every sensual grind, her clit hits my pelvis, causing her walls to clench. My mouth devours her breasts and nipples–biting and sucking like I’ll never see them again.

Slowly, she works herself over me, moaning and whimpering, creating the best soundtrack I’ve ever heard. I’d been on edge for her all damn night. My balls were aching by the time we made it in this room, and the second she demanded I eat her pussy and ass, I knew I was a ticking time bomb. I came twice while fucking her with my mouth and hand. I couldn’t help it. Hearing her screaming moans, feeling her tighten and drip, coating my face in her cum–it was too much to take. Now, here I am, not even an hour later, ready to fill her warm pussy with so much cum, she’ll be dripping for days. It’s just Addy. I’ve waited years for this woman. Years. You’ll have her forever, though. The thought has me releasing her hair and back, shifting to grip her hips and instantly fucking up into her.

Addison’s hands dig into my shoulders, and her eyes meet mine. I lift her up and drop her back down, using her for my pleasure. I’m done denying myself and holding out. She bites her lip and shakes as she grips me with her cunt. “Need to fill you up, Addy,” I breathe, voicing a thought I’ve never said out loud in my entire life. Her eyes widen momentarily before she nods. I shake my head. “You don’t understand. I need you dripping with my cum. I need you dripping with me.”

“Yes,” she nods again. “Fill me up. Use me like the dirty whore I am.” Her words do it for me. She doesn’t understand my meaning, but she will. Either way, she’ll get what she wants. I groan, lifting her and dropping her up and down in frantic movements, jacking myself off with her hot pussy.

I slam her down hard as my balls draw up, and electricity shoots through me. I hold her in a bruising grip, nearly dying when she cums with me. My head drops onto her chest as I bellow her name. My entire body is trembling, and my heart is soaring. Jet after jet of cum fills her sweet pussy. She wrings me for everything I’m worth, like she’s trying to drain my body.

“Jackson,” she whimpers. I pull away from her plush chest and meet her eyes. They’re misty, but it’s not the same anxious look I’d seen before. It’s so much more than that.

Exhaling roughly, I gather her to me, holding on for dear life. “I know, baby. I know.”

I don’t know how long we sit there, but it’s long enough that the sound of Addison’s loudly growling stomach and the feeling of my legs cramping pulls me away from her. My cock has mostly softened as it rests inside her body. We’re both a sticky mess. Addy is flushed and limp in my arms. I lean back, finding her hazy eyes.

“When was the last time you ate, Princess?” I murmur. Her body tenses, and she looks down at the space between us. I grip her chin softly but firmly, making her look at me. “When, Addison?”

She tilts her shoulder, swallowing thickly. “Before I came.” I cock a brow, not believing her one bit. Especially when it growls again. “Yesterday–” I barely stifle a growl. “Morning.”

I suck in a sharp breath, squeezing my eyes shut. I try–I really try–not to yell or freak out. I know that’s not the approach she needs. I also know this will be a lifelong journey for us. Us, because that’s what she has now. A partner. A best friend. A protector. “Can you tell me why, baby?”

“I like Princess,” she mutters offhandedly, making me smirk. She rolls her eyes and brings her hands between us. Tracing shapes across my chest that have me shivering and my stupid cock perking up, she sighs. “I didn’t want to look fat in my dress today.”

This time, I do growl. Rolling my neck, I collar her throat and drag her face to mine. “You could gain a hundred pounds and still be stunning.” She tries to shake her head, but I don’t let her. “I know this will not happen overnight. I know it will take a long time for you to believe me. Even longer for you to see what I see, but trust me when I tell you this–” I pause, waiting for her eye contact.

“You are no longer in this alone. Do you understand me? You have me now. When you’re scared or vulnerable. When you’re questioning yourself. Judging yourself.” Swallowing, my hands flex on her skin. “Or hurting yourself… I’ll be there. When the voices in your head tell you hurtful things, you have me. I’ll remind you how incredible you are. I’ll prove to you that I love you despite the ugly lies they whisper. You don’t have to be alone any longer, Addison. Not if you don’t want to be.”

She’s crying now, but we’re both ignoring it. This is hard for her. I get it, but I also meant what I said.

It takes her a few minutes to respond, and when she does, all she can mutter is, thank you. I leave it as is for now, knowing it’s the best I’ll get when she’s overwhelmed. She moves to crawl off of me, but I stop her. “One more thing,” I murmur, gripping her hips hard. “The next time I hear you say bullshit about not eating or find out that you’re depriving yourself of the nutrients your body needs, I will bend you over my knee and redden your ass until you get the message. You got me?”

Swallowing, she nods.

I smile, press a kiss to her shocked lips, and lift her off me so I can get up. “Stay here for a minute,” I murmur, depositing her limp body on the pillows at the head of the bed. Standing up, I groan when my knees nearly buckle. Fuck. Being 36 is hard.

Swiping my hand down the blacked-out service screen to wake it up, I quickly order a massive meal, likely meant for twenty people, and call for room service to change the sheets and pillows. I also order someone to come into the attached room and take care of the request I made earlier. They give me a 30-minute estimate on everything, so I head to the en-suite and fill up the huge soaker tub, adding chocolate-scented bubbles and strawberry oils. I turn the lights down low and click on the surround sound, switching the playlist to the one I created for tonight.

Like I said, I thought of everything because she deserves everything.

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