"I'm bigger than him."

The words were meant to be a whisper, but they carried in the tense silence of the room. "I'm bigger than him." It was a ****, flailing attempt to reclaim dominance. And it failed spectacularly.

But that doesn't get Amy to focus on his big cock, only makes her watch you with more envy. Amy hotly expression growing.

Amy didn't even glance at him. Her gaze was glued to you, to the hard, angry length of your cock in your own fist. If anything, Jacob's pathetic declaration seemed to amplify her focus. She saw your confidence, the way you commanded Jessica, the raw power in your actions. It wasn't about inches, it was about authority. And you had it.

You met Jacob's eyes across the room. You held his gaze for a long, silent moment, a challenge passing between you. Then you looked down at Jessica, spread out and trembling on the sofa.

You positioned yourself at her entrance. Her pussy was slick, hot, more than ready. But you didn't plunge in. You pressed just the head of your cock against her opening, holding it there. Jessica whined, lifting her hips, trying to take you in.

"Look at me," you commanded. Her green eyes, hazy with lust, focused on yours. "Who are you thinking about right now?"

Jessica's lips trembled. "You," she gasped. "Only you."

You gave her what she wanted. You sank into her in one slow, deep, relentless stroke. You buried yourself to the hilt, your balls slapping against her ass. Jessica cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Her inner walls clenched around you, hot and tight.

You began to move. Your strokes were deep and powerful, angled to hit that spot deep inside her that made her see stars. You set a punishing rhythm, driving into her again and again. The sounds of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, a rhythmic, primal beat.

You glimpse up to look at Amy. She was utterly mesmerized. Her hands were clenched into fists at her sides. Jacob had finally given up, stepping back with a look of bitter defeat on his face. This was your stage now. He left the room not fighting for anything.

Jessica was a mess of whimpers and cries beneath you. Her fingernails raked down your back. "Harder," she begged. "Please, harder."

You obliged. You hooked your arms under her knees, pushing them back towards her chest, opening her up completely. The new angle let you go even deeper. You fucked her with a brutal intensity, your hips pistoning, the sofa creaking in protest.

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