Chapter 308: Pre-Tease ( R18 )
Jax’s word ’mine’ hung in the air for Serika to hear, a guttural, possessive rumble that was both a statement of fact and a promise of things to come.
It warmed Serika’s heart. Remembering all the times she helped Jax, and how he helped her. All of a sudden, Serika’s mind went back to the first time she met him.
She was just a regular maid back then, and yet was somehow given the job of helping the new Demon King with a bath. To her, it felt like faith.
Serika then took a leap of faith, offering herself to Jax and becoming his woman, and their loving relationship had blossomed from there into what it was now.
Currently, hearing Jax call her ’mine’ once more made her heart pump. It was the final seal on their joining, the ultimate declaration of his ownership.
As Jax spoke, he began to move, his hips pulling back in a slow, deliberate motion. The feeling of him withdrawing was a strange, hollowing sensation, a profound emptiness that was immediately followed by a new, different kind of pleasure.
His thick, hard cock slid out of her, inch by agonizing inch. As the wide head finally slipped free of her tight, wet grip, a rush of warm, slick fluid followed, overflowing from her stretched, fluttering entrance.
It was a thick, pearly river of Jax’s potent seed, a tangible, visible testament to how completely he had filled her, how deeply he had claimed her pussy and marked her as his property.
The sight of it, the feeling of it trickling down the curve of her ass, was so incredibly erotic, so possessively intimate, that it sent a fresh, powerful shudder wracking through her body and made Jax’s cock twitch with a desire for more.
"♥Oh, gods...♥" she moaned, her voice a soft, breathless whimper. The sensation was overwhelming, a constant, sticky reminder of his presence, of his ownership.
Her inner muscles continued to flutter and clench in the aftermath of her orgasm, a series of weak, desperate spasms that tried to hold onto him, to keep him inside.
Jax watched her, his golden eyes dark with a fierce, predatory satisfaction. He saw the way she shuddered, the way her body trembled, the way her eyes rolled back in her head as the sheer, overwhelming eroticism of the moment washed over her.
He saw the evidence of his conquest leaking out of her, and it filled him with a primal, possessive pride. He had marked her from the inside out.
But he wasn’t done with her. Not by a long shot. The night was young, and his desire for her was a relentless, insatiable fire. He wanted more. He wanted to see her completely undone, lost in a sea of pleasure that only he could provide.
He shifted his position, moving down the bed until he was kneeling between her splayed thighs. He looked down at her, at the beautiful, debauched mess he had made of her.
Her pussy was red and swollen, glistening with the slick, sticky evidence of their combined release. A small pool of his cum had formed on the dark silk sheets beneath her, a pearly, wet stain that was a final, ultimate brand of his ownership.
He reached down, his hand wrapping around his still-hard cock. It was slick with her juices and his own cum, a hot, heavy, pulsing presence that was a constant, tempting invitation.
He dipped the head of his cock into the small pool of his seed on the sheets, coating it with the pearly, slick fluid.
Then, he slowly, deliberately, brought his cock to her lips. It was a lewd, possessive act, a silent, unspoken command that was designed to test her, to see how far she would go to please him.
Serika’s eyes fluttered open, her hazy, emerald gaze focusing on the slick, pearly head of his cock that was now poised at her lips.
She could smell the heady, musky scent of their combined release, a potent, addictive aroma that was a constant, pleasing reminder of their intimacy. She didn’t hesitate. She didn’t even flinch.
She opened her mouth, her tongue a soft, pink invitation, and slowly, deliberately, took him inside.
She closed her lips around the head of his cock, her tongue swirling and lapping, cleaning him with a slow, deliberate, and incredibly sensual grace.
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.
"That’s it Serika," he growled, his voice a low, possessive rumble that was a constant, pleasing vibration against her skin, "Clean me. Taste us baby,"
As she eagerly sucked his cock clean, his hands began to roam over her body.
One hand found her breast, his fingers digging into the soft, pliant flesh, his thumb and forefinger rolling her already-hard nipple between them.
He could feel her shudder in response, a soft, pleased sigh escaping her lips around his cock.
His other hand slid down her body, over the soft, flat plane of her stomach, until it reached the wet, sticky heat between her thighs. H
e could feel the slick, sticky wetness of his cum, a wet, hot promise that was a constant, tempting invitation.
He slowly, deliberately, slid two fingers into her, feeling the way her inner muscles immediately clenched around him, a frantic, desperate pulse that was a constant, pleasing music.
He began to finger her, his fingers a slow, deliberate, and incredibly sensual rhythm.
He could feel the pleasure building within her again, a slow, simmering heat that was a direct result of his expert, loving ministrations. He could feel her inner muscles clenching around his fingers, a frantic, desperate pulse that was a constant, pleasing music.
He was scooping his own cum back into her, a slow, deliberate, and incredibly possessive act. He was marking her again, reclaiming her, ensuring that she remained full of him, a constant, sticky reminder of his ownership.
"You like that, don’t you Serika?" he murmured, his voice a low, husky whisper that was a constant, pleasing vibration against her skin, "You like being full of me, don’t you baby?"
She could only moan 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 fingers stroking her from the inside, his thumb circling her clit, a slow, maddening tease that was a constant, delicious torment.
He continued to finger her, his movements becoming faster, more demanding.
He could feel the pleasure building within her, a slow, simmering heat that was a direct result of his expert, loving ministrations.
He could feel her inner muscles clenching around his fingers, a frantic, desperate pulse that was a constant, pleasing music.
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 feel the slickness of her own arousal, a wet, hot promise that was a constant, tempting invitation.
"Cum for me again, Serika," he commanded, his voice a low, guttural growl that was a final, ultimate command, "Show me how much you love being mine,"
With a final, guttural scream, she exploded again.
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 his fingers, a series of frantic, convulsive spasms that milked him, pulling him deeper, demanding his own release.
She collapsed back against the bed, her body a limp, sated mess. She was a beautiful, debauched creature, and he was the sole architect of her pleasure and her pain.
He slowly withdrew his fingers, his eyes dark with a fierce, possessive lust. He looked at her, at the beautiful, debauched mess he had made of her.
He could see the dark, purple marks he had left on her skin, a constellation of possession that mapped his journey across her body. He could see the slick, sticky wetness of their combined release, a wet, hot promise that was a constant, tempting invitation.
He moved up her body, his hard, heavy cock a constant, tempting invitation. He settled over her, his body a hot, heavy blanket that was a constant, pleasing weight. He looked down at her, his golden eyes burning with a fierce, predatory fire.
"♥Ready for round two?♥" he asked, his voice a low, husky whisper that was a command, an order, a plea.
"Mhmm," Serika moaned, and Jax kissed her on the neck, slowly turning her onto her chest, pressing her face down into the mattress while raising her ass.
He looked at her soaking wet pussy, slapping his cock against it was he teased her, his huge cock head rubbing against her as he readied himself to slide in.