Page 82 of Kingmakers, Year Three

No chance of that—the flared shape keeps it exactly in place inside me.

Slowly, I lower myself down on his cock.

“Oh, fuuuck,” I groan.

Dean’s cock has never felt so enormous, not even the first time.

There’s no space inside me for both his cock and the plug, and yet I’m forcing them both in.

The tightness is insane.

Dean groans simultaneously, feeling the pressure and grip as intensely as I am.

“God yes,” he moans. “I can feel it rubbing against my cock.”

I slide all the way down on him. Then, carefully, I begin to ride him.

The sensation is so extreme that we can barely breathe, let alone speak.

It feels good. I mean really fucking good.

I’m ashamed how good it feels, but it’s too pleasurable to care. I want more.

I increase the pace, and Dean instantly begins to cum. He grips my waist, making a desperate moaning sound, his whole body shaking beneath me.

I fucking love being on top of him.

I love riding a man like Dean.

Every tendon stands out on his neck, his chest and shoulders swollen with the effort of fucking me. He looks more powerful and muscular than ever before.

And yet, he’s completely at my mercy.

I’m the one dominating him now. I’m the one in control of his pleasure.

I can ride him faster or slower, I can grind or bounce on his cock.

I can tease the pleasure out of him at my will. He’s shaking beneath me, kissing me ferociously, utterly obsessed with me in this moment.

I think I could ask him for anything, and he’d give it to me.

I could never get this rush fucking a lesser man.

The more violent and vicious Dean behaves, the more of a thrill it is to see him like this: gasping, vulnerable, and totally wrapped up in me.

I’m high on it.

I make him cum over and over, and every time he does, I cum too, because I’m drunk with the eroticism, with this sense of omnipotence.

I will never be physically strong, not like Dean.

But I feel powerful when I have power over Dean.

“You like that?” Dean growls, his hands gripping my waist. “You like riding me with that plug up your ass?”

He said it was for him, but he knows how good it feels for me, too. It’s a doubling of pleasure, like I’m being fucked twice over.

“Yes,” I admit, blushing with the taboo of it. “I fucking love it.”

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