Page 159 of Double or Nothing

“Ok, maybe a fist in my ass is a tad ambitious.” I giggle. “But give me your dick. Come on. Straight in.”

Jack’s smile changes. Darkens.

“You want my dirty cock in your ass? Nice move, Alice. Side stepped delightfully.”

“Go hard,” I say. “No fingers first. No anything.”

“Well, well, another little raise of the bar. Good girl.”

I usually take advantage of every bit of lube Jack has on offer, but not this time. I want his cock raw. Dirty. Grinding as he forces himself in.

“You sure you don’t want any lube?” Jack asks.

“Yeah,” I say, “Just fuck me.”

“Nah,” he says, “maybe just a little bit.”

His hands splay my ass cheeks and my clit sizzles when he spits on my asshole.

I can’t help moaning for him as his spit dribbles to my pussy.

“Nice,” he says and spits again before positioning himself and rubbing his cockhead straight over the hole.

I’m becoming worryingly familiar with the pop my ass makes when the head of his dick shunts its way inside me.

No doubt about it, I’m going to up the bar tonight. At least a little bit. Jack deserves it, and so do I. And as for Bryce watching us, eyes hooded as he works his own cock in his hand… he deserves it, too.

“Fuck,” Jack says as he eases his thick cock deep.

“Fuck,” I say right back.

Christ it hurts, but I don’t complain.

“Clench for me,” he says.

I do. It’s so fucking tight.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Jack steals my thought then I gasp as he slowly pulls back. “Ready, Soul Girl?”

I nod. “Yes. Do it. Fuck me hard.”

Jack’s hips are a powerhouse, right from the first thrust. I grip the bedsheets and grit my teeth until the pain begins to ease into pleasure.

This is becoming familiar, nerves fading into the background like measly little ghosts.

I arch my back into the angle I’m coming to know, and spread my knees to the max. Jack can take me as hard as he wants. My ass is his to own.

“Someone’s becoming an anal loving little slut,” Jack says. “What a treasure.”

Bryce is watching me like a hawk. His dick is in his hand as he works himself. Slowly. Really slowly.

It only spurs me on.

“Tell me what a slut I am,” I say to Jack over my shoulder. “Your dick is dirty, isn’t it? Dirty from Bryce?”

“Filthy from Bryce.” Jack grunts as he lands balls deep. “BT was clenching like a prissy little motherfucker before he let loose. And as for my hand… fuck, it went deep. This hand.”

He reaches round and spreads my pussy lips. I gasp as his filthy fingers circle my clit.