Page 24 of Power Struggle

He chuckles, palming my asscheek roughly before slapping it twice. “Yes, you fucking are, aren’t you.” It’s a statement. One he sounds incredibly smug about, but I’m too excited to care. Cool lube coats my asshole seconds before I feel the blunt tip of his condom covered cock press against my entrance. “Bare down for me, or I’ll force my way in,” he growls.

I do as he says, even though I’m not scared of his threat. He hedges forward, entering me easily with a pop.

Jackson grunts, gripping my hips. “That’s it, slut. Take my cock like the dirty little whore you are.” I moan, pressing back, taking him quickly down to the base of his shaft.

He shouts, probably not expecting I’d be so eager. When he’s fully sheathed, I feel something else press against the tight ring of muscle that makes me pause. Jack squeezes my hips and slips out, making the both of us cry out. When just the thick tip of him is left, he pauses. “What’s your safeword, Addison?”

We both know I know it, but that’s his way of warning me that things are about to get heavy and that I’m still safe. More than that, I’m adored. “Red.”

He rubs my spine again. “Good girl,” he murmurs.

Suddenly, I feel something press against the entrance of my pussy. I suck in a breath, realizing both of his hands are on my hips, and his cock is in my ass. “What is that?” I ask, but it comes out a heavy moan when he leans forward, rolling his hips into me. In seconds, I’ve gone from being full of one cock, to being stuffed with two. “Jack,” I scream. My entire body lights up, feeling like I’ve touched a live wire. “Jack,” I pant, unable to find any other words to say.

“How do you feel?” he asks, his voice raspier than before, like he’s fighting his need to fuck me brutally. “Are you okay?”

I nod, already on the verge of sobbing. “So good.”

He groans and huffs out a laugh. “You’re about to get so much better, slut.”

That’s the only warning I get before he adds vibration into the mix and thrusts in fully. The vibration hits my clit in this position, and I scream so loud I have to bury my face in the blankets. Jack pulls out and thrusts back in. This time, he angles his hips to hit me deeper, allowing the dildo in my pussy to glide over my g-spot.

“It’s a strap-on made for double penetration,” he grunts, gripping my hips to fuck up into me at a mind-blowing page. “And it feels fucking incredible. I feel like I’m sharing your perfect body with another man, Addy. Can you picture it?”

My ass and pussy flutter as my orgasm nears at his words, and Jack barks a curse in response. He slows his thrusts. Then suddenly, he stops completely. I cry out, aching for more. Needing to finish. His hand collides with my outer asscheek. “Bring your ass back on my dick. Fuck yourselves on my cocks.”

I moan, pushing up to my hands and knees so I can obey him. In no time, I’ve found a rhythm that has me careening toward the edge once more. He spanks me again and again as he sits on his knees, letting me ride him as though he’s a king on a throne. “You’re such a greedy little slut, aren’t you?” He groans, squeezing my sore ass. “My greedy little slut. Look at you, fucking yourself like you’re starving for it.”

I shudder, unable to hold back. I feel fuller than I’ve ever felt before, and the pleasure is otherworldly. “I’m gonna cum, Jackson,” I cry out, shoving back and bracing for what I know is going to be an earth-shattering climax.

And then, he’s gone.

I scream, beating the bed as I prepare to throw a full-blown tantrum. How dare he take that away from me? “No, no, no,” I sob.

Before I can really fall apart, Jack returns. It’s probably only been seconds but it felt like hours. “You don’t cum unless it’s around my cock, and you’re dragging me into ecstasy with you,” he growls, shoving his bare cock into my pussy. I can tell the condom and toys are gone.

Now it’s just him and me.

He pushes me down onto my stomach and drives into me hard with a ferocious growl. His palms slam down on the bed next to my face, and I tilt to the side to find his eyes. Like this, flat with my legs shoved together, his knees bracketing my thighs, my pussy feels full to bursting, and I hardly miss the previous pressure from the double penetration.

My pussy flutters, and Jack growls again. He shifts, bundling my messy hair up and tugging it to the side. We lock eyes as he rolls his hips. “That’s it,” he whispers. “You’re taking me so well, beautiful. You were made for my cock.” I don’t know what comes over me, but for the first time in my life, I believe Jackson Lowell with every fiber of my being. I was made for him.

“Make a mess on me so I can make one inside you,” he coaxes.

“Jack,” I breathe as my spine tingles, and everything inside of me coils, ready to snap.

He shakes his head, pulling my hair slightly. “I’m fucked up over you, Addison. I’m so goddamned obsessed that you’ve got me thinking crazy shit.” His hips roll again and again. Every time he slides in deeper. His pelvis hits my aching ass, and the burning sensation only drags me higher. “You’ve got me thinking about filling this tiny pussy up so full of my cum, you’ll be knocked up before I pull out. Birth control be damned.”

I whimper, and he fucks into me harder. My pussy pulses. His words are doing things to me, and shit, I must be as fucked up as him because somewhere deep inside, I want that too.

“Gonna knock you up and keep you tied to me for the rest of your life. Do you get me?” I nod, knowing it’s crazy talk but loving it just the same. “Now fucking cum, slut.”

I do.

Immediately and loudly.

I cum so hard I’m pretty sure I black out. When I blink back to reality, Jack is groaning into my hair and pumping his hips in rough twitches.

“Fuck, Addy,” he breathes. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

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