Chapter 311: Fuzzy Fun ( R18 )
THE NEXT DAY!
The first rays of the morning sun, soft and golden, filtered through the heavy curtains of the private bedroom that Jax and Serika were sleeping in.
The light painted stripes across the rumpled silk sheets.
If anyone entered the room, they’d immediately be hit by the air that was thick with the scent of Jax and Serika’s passion.
It was a musky mix of sweat and sex, alongside Serika’s sweet, floral aroma.
Jax stirred, his consciousness rising from the depths of a deep, sated sleep. For a moment, he was adrift in a hazy, warm fog, his mind a blank slate of contentment.
Then, as he was waking up, he began to feel something.
A slow, deliberate, and exquisitely familiar rhythm.
A tight, wet heat was enveloping his cock, rising and falling with a patient, sensual grace.
A soft, weighty warmth was pressed against his chest, and a cascade of purple silk brushed against his side with every movement.
He didn’t need to open his eyes to know who it was. His body, his very soul, recognized her instantly.
A low, rumbling groan vibrated in his chest as his eyes fluttered open. The sight that greeted him was one of breathtaking, ethereal beauty.
Serika was with him, her body silhouetted against the morning light.
She was riding him, her hips rolling in a slow, hypnotic circle that was designed for maximum pleasure, not for a frantic race to the finish.
Her head was bowed, her long hair spilling over her shoulders like a silken waterfall, partially obscuring her face as she leaned down to press soft, worshipful kisses against the column of his throat.
"♥Good morning, my king,♥" she murmured, her voice a husky, sleep-laced whisper that sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine, "♥Did you sleep well master?♥"
Each word was punctuated by another kiss, a soft, moist press of her lips against his skin.
Her praise was a constant, soothing balm, a gentle affirmation of his dominance and her devotion.
He could feel the gentle clench of her inner muscles around him, a soft, milking sensation that was a silent, desperate testament to her desire.
"Mmm," he rumbled in response, his hands coming up to rest on her hips. He could feel the smooth, warm skin beneath his palms, the gentle curve of her waist, "I did. Waking up like this... it’s a dream, "
"♥It’s my dream,♥" she whispered against his neck, her hips never ceasing their slow, sensual dance, "♥Being yours, serving you, feeling you inside me... it’s everything I’ve ever wanted master ♥"
She sat up then, arching her back in a way that pushed her magnificent breasts forward.
They were heavy and round, the pale skin flushed a delicate pink from their night of passion.
Her nipples, already hard and swollen from arousal, were tight, dusky peaks that begged for his attention.
The morning light caught the sheen of sweat on her skin, making her glow like a goddess.
Jax’s gaze was drawn to them, his golden eyes darkening with a renewed, predatory hunger as he admired her sexy body, his cock twitching inside of her as he wanted to fuck her again.
His hands slid from her hips, up the smooth plane of her stomach, until they cupped the weight of her breasts.
He could feel their heaviness, their warmth, their perfect softness. He squeezed them gently, his thumbs brushing over her sensitive nipples, earning a soft, breathless gasp from her.
"♥Jax...♥" she moaned, her head falling back, her purple hair spilling down her back.
He sat up, his mouth finding one of her hardened peaks. He was basically devouring her nipples like a hungry beast, sucking it into her mouth, his tongue swirling around the tight nub, his teeth grazing it gently.
He could taste the salt of her skin, the sweet, unique flavor of her. He feasted on her, his mouth a hot, possessive brand against her flesh.
Her hips stuttered, their slow, deliberate rhythm faltering as a jolt of pure, unadulterated pleasure shot through her.
"♥Oh, gods!♥" she cried out, her hands coming up to tangle in his hair, holding him to her breast, "♥Yes... just like that...♥"
He lavished attention on first one breast, then the other, his mouth and hands working in tandem to drive her wild.
He caressed her body, his hands roaming over her back, her sides, her thighs, memorizing every curve, every dip, every inch of her skin. He was reacquainting himself with her, reclaiming her in the soft, gentle light of morning.
The slow, sensual rhythm of her riding began to quicken, spurred on by the intense pleasure he was giving her.
Her hips began to rock faster, her movements becoming more desperate, more demanding. The wet, slick sounds of their joining grew louder, a lewd, erotic symphony that was a testament to their shared arousal.
He could feel the pleasure building within him, a slow, simmering heat that was a direct result of her expert, loving ministrations.
He could feel his cock throbbing inside her, a frantic, desperate pulse that was a constant, pleasing music.
He could feel the slickness of her own arousal, a wet, hot promise that was a constant, tempting invitation.
He knew she was close, so close to the edge. He could feel the frantic, desperate beat of her heart, a frantic drumbeat of life and excitement that was a testament to the effect he was having on her.
He could see the way her body trembled, the way her breath hitched in her throat.
"♥Jax...♥" she whimpered, her voice a desperate, breathless plea. "♥I’m... I’m close...♥
"Cum for me, Serika," he commanded, his voice a low, guttural growl that was a final, ultimate command, "Cum with me baby, make your master proud,"
With a final, sensual scream, she exploded.
Her entire body went rigid, a series of powerful, convulsive spasms wracking her frame as a blinding, white-hot flash of pleasure overwhelmed her senses.
Her inner muscles clamped down on him, a series of frantic, convulsive spasms that milked him, pulling him deeper, demanding his own release.
Simultaneously, Jax followed her over the edge, his own orgasm a powerful, explosive force that ripped through him like a tidal wave.
He exploded, a thick, hot torrent of his seed flooding her womb, a scalding wave of possession that was a final, ultimate brand of ownership.
For a long moment, they remained locked together, their bodies trembling in the aftermath of their shared release.
Then, with a soft, contented sigh, Serika slowly, deliberately, slid off him. His cock, slick with their combined juices, slipped free of her tight, wet grip.
But she wasn’t done with him. Not by a long shot.
She moved down the bed, her body a graceful, fluid motion.
She settled between his splayed thighs, her emerald eyes dark with a fierce, possessive lust. She looked at his cock, at the thick, hard shaft that was glistening with the evidence of their passion.
Then, she leaned down, her tongue a soft, pink invitation. She slowly, deliberately, licked him clean, her tongue a slow, deliberate, and incredibly sensual rhythm.
She could taste the salty, slightly bitter taste of his cum, mixed with the sweet, slightly tangy taste of her own arousal, a potent, intoxicating cocktail that was a constant, pleasing reminder of their union.
She took him into her mouth, her lips a soft, wet seal around his shaft.
She began to suck, her head bobbing up and down, her tongue swirling and lapping, cleaning him with a slow, deliberate, and incredibly sensual grace. It was an act of worship, a final, ultimate testament to her devotion.
He watched her, his golden eyes dark with a fierce, possessive lust. He saw the way she took him, the way she savored him, the way she worshipped him with her mouth.
He could feel the pleasure building within him again, a slow, simmering heat that was a direct result of her expert, loving ministrations.
He reached down, his hand finding her hair, his fingers tangling in the soft, purple silk. He held her gently, a silent, possessive claim that was a constant, pleasing reminder of his ownership.
"That’s it," he growled, his voice a low, possessive rumble that was a constant, pleasing vibration against her skin, "Clean your master babygirl,"
She moaned in response, her mouth full of his cock, her body a live wire of pleasure.
She could feel the pleasure building within her, a slow, simmering heat that was a direct result of his expert, loving ministrations.
She could feel his hands in her hair, his touch a gentle, possessive brand that was a constant, pleasing reminder of his ownership.
She continued to suck him, her movements becoming faster, more demanding. 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 in her mouth, a frantic, desperate pulse that was a constant, pleasing music.
He knew he was close, so close to the edge. He could feel the frantic, desperate beat of his heart, a frantic drumbeat of life and excitement that was building within him as his cock leaked precum.
"Get ready baby," he said to her.