The wet, rhythmic sounds of Jax's fingers plunging into her slick heat were the only music in the room, a lewd, beautiful symphony that drove Serika to the brink of sanity.
Each inward curl of his digits was a masterful stroke, pressing against that magical, spongy spot deep within her that made stars explode behind her eyelids.
His palm, grinding against her clit with every thrust, was a constant, maddening pressure that built a tidal wave of pleasure in her core, threatening to wash her away completely.
But it wasn't just his hand. It was the way his mouth continued its relentless, worshipful assault on her breasts.
He alternated between them, his lips and tongue working in a perfect, torturous harmony with his fingers.
He would suck one hardened, sensitive nipple deep into the warm cavern of his mouth, his tongue swirling and flicking, sending sharp, electric jolts straight to her womb, all while his fingers pumped into her, stretching her, preparing her.
