Chapter 309: Rough Domination ( R18 )
The soft, affirmative moan that vibrated from Serika’s chest was all the encouragement Jax needed to continue his actions.
Hearing that moan, to him,Iti was a sound of complete surrender, a willing offering of her body to service whatever desires Jax had for her.
His lips, which had been grazing the sensitive skin of her neck, curved into a predatory smile against her flesh. He could feel her rapid pulse beneath his mouth, a frantic, excited drumbeat that mirrored the rising fire in his own blood.
"♥Good girl,♥" he rumbled, the praise a low, possessive caress as his hands roamed her body.
With a strength that was both gentle and unyielding, he began to maneuver her limp, sated body. He kissed his way up her neck to her ear, nipping at the delicate point before whispering.
"Prop yourself up for me Serika, lemme see that perfect ass in all it’s glory," Jax said, and Serika complied to his desires without questioning them.
"♥Turn over for me, Serika. Let me see that perfect ass.♥"
Soon, Serika was perfectly in his spot, on her knees, chest pressed down into the mattress and her beautiful, round ass raised high in the air in a perfect, submissive arch.
The position was one of complete vulnerability, a silent offering of herself to him, and the sight of it sent a fresh, jolt of raw desire straight to his already throbbing cock.
Jax was still kneeling behind her, admiring the sexy view of his FoxKin, who acted more like a secret succubus she was so enticing.
Her back was a smooth, elegant curve, dipping down to the flare of her hips and the twin globes of her ass. The skin there was flawless, pale and perfect, save for the faint, pink flush of arousal that colored it.
Her three purple fox tails swayed gently behind her, soft, fluffy plumes that framed the glistening, swollen folds of her pussy.
She was wet and open from their previous coupling, her lips puffy and dark with arousal, a slick, pearly trail of his cum still trickling slowly down her inner thighs. She was a masterpiece of debauched beauty, a testament to his prowess, and she was all his.
He took his heavy, hard cock in his hand, the shaft slick with their combined juices. He brought it down, slapping the thick head against her swollen clit with a soft, wet sound. Serika jolted, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as a jolt of pleasure-pain shot through her.
"♥Jax!♥" she whimpered, her voice muffled by the mattress.
He did it again, and again, each tap a deliberate, teasing torment.
He rubbed the wide, flared head of his cock up and down her slick slit, coating himself in her wetness, teasing her entrance without giving her the penetration she so desperately craved.
He could feel her trembling, could see the way her fingers clenched in the dark silk sheets, her knuckles white.
He was stoking the fire inside her, fanning the flames of her desire until she was burning with a need so intense it was almost painful.
"♥Please...♥" she begged, her voice a desperate, breathless plea. "♥Please, master...♥"
"Please what, Serika?" he growled, his voice a low, teasing rumble. He continued to rub his cock against her, the thick head catching on her fluttering entrance with each pass, "Tell me what you want, use your words like a good girl,"
"♥I want you,♥" she cried out, her voice thick with desperation.
She pushed her hips back, trying to impale herself on him, but he held her firm, denying her the relief she sought, "♥I want you inside me! Please, Jax, fuck me! I need you to fuck me!♥"
Her desperate, broken plea was the trigger. It was the ultimate surrender, the complete and total abdication of her will to his.
With a guttural roar of triumph, he stopped his teasing. He gripped her hips with both hands, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, and slammed forward.
He drove into her with one, powerful, merciless thrust. He buried himself to the hilt in one smooth, brutal motion, his heavy balls slapping against her clit with a wet, satisfying smack.
The force of his entry stole her breath, pushing a sharp, strangled cry from her lungs.
He was impossibly deep in this position, the angle allowing him to hit her deepest, most sensitive places.
The head of his cock punched against the mouth of her womb, a deep, invasive pressure that sent a blinding, white-hot flash of pleasure-pain ricocheting through her entire system.
Before she could even process the sensation, he began to move. There was no slow build-up, no gentle rhythm.
He immediately set a punishing, relentless pace, his hips a blur of motion as he pounded into her again and again. Each thrust was a powerful, possessive act, a deep, hard stroke that was designed to overwhelm her senses, to shatter her mind, to remake her in his image.
The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a wet, rhythmic, percussive beat that was the soundtrack to their raw, primal fucking.
He was pounding her senseless, just as he’d promised, driving into her with a force that was almost violent, a pleasure so intense it was bordering on agony.
"Is this what you wanted?" he growled, his voice a low, guttural snarl, "Is this how you wanted me to fuck you?"
"♥Yes!♥" she screamed, her voice a high, keening wail of pure, unadulterated ecstasy, "♥Gods, yes! Just like that!♥"
He could feel her body responding, her inner muscles clamping down on him, a series of frantic, convulsive spasms that were a silent, desperate testament to the overwhelming power of the sensation.
He could feel the pleasure building within her, a slow, simmering heat that was a direct result of his expert, loving ministrations.
He wanted more. He wanted to see her completely undone, lost in a sea of pleasure that only he could provide.
He released one of her hips and brought his hand down in a sharp, stinging slap on her ass. The sound echoed in the room, a sharp, percussive crack that was followed by her sharp, surprised cry.
"♥Ah!♥" she yelped, the sharp, stinging pain a shocking, delicious contrast to the deep, overwhelming pleasure of his thrusts.
He did it again, and again, his hand a blur of motion as he rained a series of sharp, stinging slaps on her perfect, round ass.
Each slap left a bright, red handprint on her pale skin, a brand of his possession, a mark of his dominance.
The pain was a sharp, intense counterpoint to the pleasure, a masterful blend of agony and ecstasy that was his signature.
"Who do you belong to, Serika? Who do you think about every single morning when you wake up huh?" he demanded, his voice a low, guttural growl.
"♥You!♥" she cried out, her voice a desperate, breathless plea. "♥I belong to you, master! Only you!♥"
He could feel her inner muscles clenching around him, a frantic, desperate pulse that was a constant, pleasing music. He knew she was close, so close to the edge.
He reached down, his hand finding one of her soft, fluffy tails. He wrapped his fingers around the base, his grip firm and possessive.
He could feel the soft fur against his skin, a gentle, pleasing caress. He began to stroke her tail, his hand a slow, deliberate, and incredibly sensual rhythm.
"You like that, don’t you?" he murmured, his voice a low, husky whisper that was a constant, pleasing vibration against her skin, "You like it when I touch your tails?"
"♥Yes!♥" she cried out, her voice a high, keening wail of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. "♥Gods, yes!♥
He released her tail and reached up, his hand finding her delicate, fox-like ears. He began to stroke them, his fingers a slow, deliberate, and incredibly sensual rhythm. He could feel the soft fur against his skin, a gentle, pleasing caress.
"♥You like that too huh?" Jax said with a smirk, "Your ears are so sensitive Serika, it’s cute,"
"♥ Oh Jax!!!! ♥" She moaned out as she trembled.
He released her ears and reached down, his hands finding her arms. He pulled them back, her body snapping as her back arched, her voluptuous breasts now flopping up and down as Jax rammed his huge cock into her over and over again.
The head of his thick cock constantly broke into her womb, spreading her deepest spot open and poking into her baby-making chamber.
She clenched and clenched around him like there was no tomorrow, eager to milk him of every last drop of that potent, virile seed she could deep inside of her.
The feeling of that hot, viscous warm liquid filling her up was one Serika had become addicted to, she couldn’t live without it, she needed his seed flooding her pussy to survive at this point.
She rocked her hips back in rhythm with Jax’s thrusts, all the while her body twitched and trembled, orgasm after orgasm wrecking her.