Chapter 212: Double Teamed! ( R18 )
The world dissolved into a maelstrom of pure, unadulterated sensation. Jax was the axis upon which this universe of pleasure spun, his body the altar, his senses the conduit for the ecstasy of the two goddesses who now claimed him as their own.
Above him, Sabrina was a vision of predatory desire.
Her thighs, strong and supple, framed his face, her dripping pussy a glistening, fragrant feast just inches from his mouth. He didn’t hesitate.
With a growl of pure hunger, Jax’s hands attached to her waist and pulled her down onto his waiting tongue.
"F~uck," Jax groaned as he tasted that sweet, potent pussy.
It was the flavor of a succubus in her prime, a creature whose very essence was woven from lust and pleasure.
He flattened his tongue and lapped at her folds, a long, slow, deliberate stroke that collected her slick arousal and made her cry out, her back arching in response. He was an artist, and her pussy was his canvas.
"F~uckk, right there, ARGNNNNN!" Sabrina moaned out as Jax’s tongue delved deeper.
He explored every ridge and hollow, fucking her with slow, measured thrusts that mimicked the rhythm he desperately wanted to set with his hips.
He could feel her muscles clench around his tongue, trying to draw him deeper, a silent plea for more. But he was in control.
He teased her, circling her entrance before moving up to the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her sex.
He found her clit, swollen and begging for attention. He closed his lips around it, sucking gently at first, then with increasing pressure.
His tongue flicked against the sensitive nub, tracing patterns and circles that had Sabrina gasping and writhing above him.
Her hands flew to her own breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples as the pleasure he was giving her coursed through her body like wildfire.
"♥Yes! Jax! Right there! Don’t you dare stop!♥" she cried out, her voice a raw, desperate command.
Simultaneously, a different, yet equally intense, pleasure was building from below.
Serika, having adjusted to his formidable size, had found her rhythm.
She began to ride him in earnest, her movements becoming more confident, more demanding.
Each time she lifted her hips, his cock would slide out, slick with her juices, before she slammed back down, impaling herself to the hilt in one fluid, breathtaking motion.
The sound of their bodies meeting was a wet, rhythmic slap that echoed in the room, a percussive beat to the symphony of their moans.
Serika’s moans were high and breathy, a constant, beautiful music that spoke of her overwhelming pleasure.
She leaned forward, her hands resting on his chest for leverage, her three fox tails swaying and twitching with every movement.
"♥Ah! Ah! Jax! You’re so deep!♥" she cried out, her voice breaking with emotion, "♥It feels... it feels like you’re in my stomach!♥"
He was hitting her deepest point with every downward thrust, the thick head of his cock pressing against her cervix, a sharp, intense pleasure that bordered on pain but was utterly addictive.
Her tight, velvety walls gripped him like a vice, clenching and rippling around his shaft as she moved. It was an exquisite torture, a feeling so intense it was almost unbearable.
Jax was lost in the sensory overload. The taste of Sabrina’s pussy, the sound of her cries, the feel of her grinding against his face.
The tight, wet heat of Serika’s pussy, the sight of her beautiful face contorted in ecstasy, the feeling of her riding his cock with abandon.
He was a man being pleasured into oblivion, and he loved every single second of it.
He could feel Serika’s movements becoming more erratic, her breathing more ragged. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, and he knew she was close.
He redoubled his efforts on Sabrina, sucking her clit harder, flicking his tongue faster, wanting to push them both over the edge together.
With a loud, strangled scream, Serika shattered.
Her first orgasm crashed through her, and her entire body seized up.
Her pussy clamped down on his cock like a vise, a series of powerful, rhythmic convulsions milking his shaft as waves of pleasure washed over her.
She collapsed forward, her body trembling uncontrollably, her head resting on his chest as she gasped for air.
But Jax didn’t stop. He kept thrusting his hips up, driving his cock into her oversensitive, spasming core, pushing her through her orgasm and straight into another.
"♥No! No more! I can’t!♥" she cried out, but her body betrayed her. A second, even more powerful orgasm tore through her, leaving her a whimpering, quivering mess.
Her juices flooded his cock, soaking them both, her body completely limp and pliable above him.
He gave her a moment to recover, his hips stilling as she lay panting on his chest. But his attention never wavered from Sabrina.
He continued his relentless assault on her clit, his tongue a blur of motion, his hands gripping her ass, holding her firmly in place against his mouth.
Sabrina was teetering on the brink, her body taut as a bowstring. "♥I’m going to cum! Jax! I’m going to cum all over your face!♥" she screamed.
With a final, powerful suck on her clit, he sent her over the edge.
Her orgasm was explosive. A high-pitched, keening wail escaped her lips as her entire body convulsed.
A fresh gush of her juices flooded his mouth, and he drank her down eagerly, savoring the taste of her release.
Her thighs clamped around his head, her body shaking as the pleasure peaked, then slowly, gradually, began to recede.
She collapsed beside him, her body limp and sated, a blissful, exhausted smile on her face.
Jax lay there for a moment, his face glistening with the combined essence of his two lovers, his cock still buried deep inside the barely conscious Serika. He was breathless, his body humming with a residual energy, a deep, primal satisfaction that went beyond the physical.
He had brought them both to multiple, earth-shattering orgasms. He had claimed them, pleasured them, and worshipped them in return.
He looked from one to the other, their beautiful, sated faces illuminated by the firelight, and knew that this was only the beginning. The night was still young, and he was far from finished with them.