Chapter 304: Serika’s Despires! ( R18 )
The two of them were completely entranced in this kiss, basically eager to devour each other.
It was a clash of raw, unfiltered need that sent shockwaves through Jax’s entire system. Serika’s alluring body was a supple, willing weight against his, her soft curves molding to the hard planes of his chest as if they were two halves of a whole.
During this entire kiss, Jax could feel the frantic, desperate beat of Serika’s heart against his own, the firm nipples of her breasts poking against his chest as well.
It was a frantic drumbeat of life and desire that was a testament to the effect he had on her. He had missed this. He had missed the taste of her, the feel of her, the heady, intoxicating scent of her arousal that was a potent, addictive drug.
Despite the fact she was ’just a maid’ she was his maid, his property, and he loved her, and would never let her go, not in a million years.
Serika eventually broke the kiss, her chest heaving, her breath coming in soft, ragged gasps. Her beautiful eyes were dark, hazy with a potent mixture of alcohol and raw, unbridled lust. She looked up at him, a slow, pleased smile spreading across her lips.
"♥See?♥" she breathed, her voice a husky, seductive whisper, "♥Much better than celebrating alone.♥"
She leaned in again, but this time, her lips didn’t seek his. They trailed a path of soft, wet kisses down the line of his jaw, to the sensitive skin of his throat.
He could feel the gentle, persistent pressure of her mouth, the occasional flick of her tongue, a slow, sensual exploration that was designed to unravel him.
His head fell back against the door with a soft thud, his eyes closing as he surrendered to the exquisite sensation.
His hand on her thigh tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He could feel her shiver in response, a soft, pleased sigh escaping her lips.
He slid his hand up, over the curve of her hip, his fingers tracing the delicate line of her spine until they reached the tie of her dress. With a single, deft movement, he loosened it, his knuckles brushing against the warm, soft skin of her back.
She pulled back slightly, her eyes meeting his, a silent, unspoken question in their depths. He answered her with his gaze, his golden eyes burning with a fierce, predatory fire. He wanted this. He wanted her.
He captured her lips again in a bruising, possessive kiss, his other hand joining the first in exploring the soft, warm curves of her body.
He caressed her, his touch a reverent, possessive act that was a silent, unspoken promise of what was to come. He could feel her responding, her body arching into his touch, a silent, desperate plea for more.
But then, she surprised him.
With a sudden, decisive movement, she broke the kiss and pushed herself away from him, a playful, predatory glint in her eyes.
She held up a single, slender finger, a silent command for him to stay. He watched her, a slow, curious smirk spreading across his lips. He was intrigued.
She began to circle him, her movements slow, deliberate, and incredibly sensual. This was the first time Jax saw Serika be so proactive sexually with him, and he loved to see it.
Her eyes roamed over his body, a hot, possessive gaze that was a physical touch. He could feel the heat of her stare, a slow, burning caress that was making his blood run hot.
She stopped in front of him, her hands reaching for the hem of his shirt. She didn’t pull it off.
Instead, she leaned in, her lips pressing against the hard, defined muscles of his abdomen, right above the waistband of his pants. It was a soft, worshipful kiss, a silent, unspoken declaration of her desire.
"♥I’ve been thinking about this all night,♥" she murmured, her voice a low, husky rumble that was a constant, pleasing vibration against his skin, "♥Watching you hold court, playing the hero, accepting all that gratitude... all I could think about was this.♥"
She began to kiss a slow, deliberate path up his torso, her lips a soft, wet caress that was a masterful tool of pleasure.
She pushed his shirt up as she went, her hands roving over the hard, defined muscles of his chest and stomach. She was worshiping him, paying homage to the powerful, masculine form she had so clearly missed.
"♥Every time a witch touched you, I wanted to scratch her eyes out,♥" she confessed, her voice a low, possessive growl, "♥Every time one of them called your name, I wanted to be with you,"
Her lips found his nipple, her tongue a slow, swirling dance against the sensitive, pebbled flesh. He groaned, a low, guttural sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
He could feel his cock beginning to respond, thickening and hardening in his pants, a slow, inexorable rise that was a testament to her incredible, natural talent.
She pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside with a flick of her wrist. She took a moment to simply look at him, her eyes dark with a fierce, possessive lust.
She reached out, her hands tracing the powerful lines of his shoulders, his chest, his arms, as if she were trying to memorize every inch of him.
"♥And then there’s Willow,♥" she said, her voice a low, husky whisper, a hint of something sharp and dangerous beneath the surface, "♥I can still smell her on you, you know. Her scent is all over you. It’s a sweet, clean scent, but it’s not mine.♥"
She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear, "♥It drives me crazy,♥" she breathed, her voice a hot, possessive whisper. "♥Knowing that you were with her, knowing that you were inside her, that you made her scream your name... it makes me so jealous I can barely see straight.♥"
She nipped at his earlobe, a sharp, possessive bite that was a silent, unspoken warning, "♥But it also makes me want you more,♥" she confessed, her voice a low, desperate plea.
"♥It makes me want to implant myself in your mind once more, so that you’ll always think of me, master," Serika said.
She dropped to her knees, her hands reaching for the waistband of his pants. 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 want you, Jax,♥" she said, her voice a low, husky rumble that was a command, an order, a plea. "♥I want you to fuck me. I want you to remind me what it feels like to be yours.♥"
She slowly, deliberately, pulled his pants down, her eyes fixed on his face, a look of intense, almost religious concentration in their depths. His cock sprang free, a thick, hard, throbbing presence that was a testament to his overwhelming desire for her.
She looked at it, her eyes widening slightly, a soft, breathless moan escaping her lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated triumph. She reached out, her small, delicate fingers wrapping around his thick girth, her touch a gentle, possessive caress that was designed to arouse, not to demand.
"♥I’ve missed this,♥" she murmured, her voice a low, husky whisper. "♥I’ve missed you.♥"
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 stood up, her eyes never leaving his. She reached for the tie of her dress, her movements slow, deliberate, and incredibly sensual.
With a single, deft movement, she loosened it, and the dress pooled at her feet, leaving her standing before him in all her naked, glorious beauty.
She was a vision of pure, unadulterated perfection. Her skin was smooth and flawless, her curves soft and inviting. Her breasts were perfect, a flawless handful, and he felt a fresh surge of possessive pride. But it was her tails that were the most captivating.
Three beautiful, fluffy fox tails, a rich, deep purple, swayed behind her in a slow, hypnotic rhythm, a soft, fluffy banner of her current state of mind.
She reached out, her hand wrapping around his thick, hard cock, her touch a gentle, possessive caress that was designed to arouse, not to demand.
She began to stroke him, her movements slow, deliberate, and incredibly sensual. Her touch was a masterful, possessive act that was a silent, unspoken promise of what was to come.
"♥I’m going to make you forget all about them tonight,♥" she murmured, her voice a low, husky whisper, "♥ Tonight, all you’ll be able to think about is me, ♥"
She leaned in, her lips a soft, wet kiss on his, a silent, unspoken promise of the incredible, mind-blowing pleasure that was to come.