Chapter 305: Titjob ( R18 )
Serika’s words were a possessive brand, a declaration of war on the memories of any other woman who had touched him.
"♥I’m going to make you forget all about them tonight,♥" she murmured, her voice a low, husky whisper that vibrated against his lips. "♥Tonight, all you’ll be able to think about is me, ♥"
The kiss that followed was a confirmation, a seal on her vow. It was deep and demanding, a clash of lips and tongues that was less about affection and more about conquest.
She was staking her claim, not just on his body, but on his mind.
Her hand, which had been stroking his cock with a slow, teasing rhythm, tightened its grip, her fingers digging into his hard flesh in a possessive, warning squeeze.
When she finally pulled away, her beautiful eyes were blazing with a fierce, drunken fire.
She leaned in, her lips finding the hard, defined muscle of his pectoral. But this wasn’t the soft, worshipful kiss from before. This was a brand.
Her mouth opened, her teeth sinking into his flesh with a sharp, possessive pressure. It wasn’t enough to break the skin, but it was more than enough to leave a mark, a dark, purple bruise that would be a testament to her ownership.
"♥Mine,♥" she growled against his skin, the sound a low, possessive rumble.
She repeated the act on his other pectoral, her teeth leaving a matching mark on the other side of his chest. She was a wild, untamed creature, marking her territory, ensuring that anyone who saw him would know exactly who he belonged to.
Her hand never stopped its slow, sensual stroking of his cock, a constant, maddening friction that was a counterpoint to the sharp, possessive pain of her bites.
"♥Serika,♥" he groaned, his voice a low, guttural sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure. He could feel the heat of her mouth, the sharp, stinging pain of her bites, a masterful blend of pleasure and pain that was her signature.
He could feel his cock throbbing in her hand, wanting more from her.
She looked up at him, a slow smile spreading across her lips. She could see the effect she was having on him, the raw, unbridled lust in his golden eyes.
She began to kiss a slow, deliberate path down his torso, her lips a soft, wet caress that was a masterful tool of pleasure.
She left a trail of dark, purple marks in her wake, a constellation of possession that mapped her journey across his body. Each bite was a silent, unspoken claim, a testament to her overwhelming, all-consuming desire.
"♥I want everyone to know,♥" she murmured, her voice a low, husky whisper that was a constant, pleasing vibration against his skin. "♥I want everyone to see these marks and know that you’re mine.♥"
She reached his abdomen, her lips tracing the hard, defined lines of his muscles. She could feel the frantic, desperate beat of his heart, a frantic drumbeat of life and excitement that was a testament to the effect she was having on him.
She could feel his cock throbbing in her hand, a hot, heavy, pulsing presence that was a constant, tempting invitation.
She dropped to her knees, her eyes fixed on his face, a look of intense, almost religious concentration in their depths.
She looked up at him, her emerald eyes burning with a fierce, determined fire. She was a beautiful, desperate creature, and he was the sole architect of her pleasure and her pain.
"♥I’m going to worship you, master,♥" she said, her voice a low, husky rumble that was a command, an order, a plea. "♥I’m going to show you what it truly means to be mine.♥"
She leaned in, her lips a soft, wet kiss on the sensitive, swollen head of his cock. He groaned, a low, guttural sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
He could feel the heat of her mouth, the gentle, insistent pressure of her lips, a slow, maddening tease that was a constant, delicious torment.
She looked at his cock, her eyes widening slightly, a soft, breathless moan escaping her lips. It was a monster, a thick, hard, throbbing presence that was a testament to his overwhelming power.
She knew, from experience, that it was too big for her to take all of it in her mouth, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t pleasure him in other ways.
She leaned forward, pressing her soft, perfect breasts together around his thick, hard shaft. She could feel the heat of him, the hard, pulsing length of him nestled between her soft, warm mounds.
It was a perfect, intimate fit, a hot, tight, friction that was a constant, maddening tease.
"♥Gods, you’re so big,♥" she breathed, her voice a low, husky whisper. "♥So thick... so hard...♥"
She began to move, her breasts a soft, wet, slippery caress that was a masterful, possessive act. She could feel him throbbing between her breasts, a frantic, desperate pulse that was a constant, pleasing music.
She could feel the slickness of her own arousal, a wet, hot promise that was a constant, tempting invitation.
She leaned in, her lips a soft, wet kiss on the sensitive, swollen head of his cock that peeked out from between her breasts.
She could feel him shudder, a low, guttural groan escaping his lips. She could feel the frantic, desperate beat of his heart, a frantic drumbeat of life and excitement that was a testament to the effect she was having on him.
"♥You like that, master?♥" she murmured, her voice a low, husky whisper that was a constant, pleasing vibration against his skin. "♥You like my breasts wrapped around your big, hard cock?♥"
She began to move faster, her breasts a soft, wet, slippery caress that was a masterful, possessive act. She could feel the pleasure building within him, a slow, simmering heat that was a direct result of her expert, loving ministrations.
She could feel his cock throbbing between her breasts, a frantic, desperate pulse that was a constant, pleasing music.
"♥I’m going to make you cum, master,♥" she promised, her voice a low, husky whisper that was a command, an order, a plea. "♥I’m going to make you cum all over my breasts.♥"
She leaned in, her lips a soft, wet kiss on the sensitive, swollen head of his cock. She could feel him shudder, a low, guttural groan escaping his lips. She could feel the frantic, desperate beat of his heart, a frantic drumbeat of life and excitement that was a testament to the effect she was having on him.
She began to move faster, her breasts a soft, wet, slippery caress that was a masterful, possessive act. She could feel the pleasure building within him, a slow, simmering heat that was a direct result of her expert, loving ministrations.
She could feel his cock throbbing between her breasts, a frantic, desperate pulse that was a constant, pleasing music.
With a loud moan, Jax came. He exploded, a thick, hot torrent of his seed flooding her breasts, a scalding wave of possession that was a final, ultimate brand of ownership.
She could feel the heat of him, the slick, sticky wetness of his cum, a constant, comforting reminder of his possession.