The last tremors of Serika's orgasm subsided, leaving her a boneless, quivering mass in his arms. Jax held her for a moment longer, his face glistening with her essence, a deep, primal satisfaction thrumming through him.
Still, Jax could feel Sabrina's renewed vigor, her mouth working him with a desperate, hungry urgency.
She had witnessed his domination of Serika, and it had ignited a fire in her that demanded to be sated.
Her tongue swirled, her lips tightened, and her hand pumped his shaft with a frantic pace. The pressure at the base of his spine became an unbearable, tightening coil, a familiar, explosive force gathering for release.
With a final, guttural growl that was part roar, part surrender, Jax's control snapped. He reached down, his hands tangling in Sabrina's hair, his fingers gripping the base of her horns for leverage.
He held her head in place, his hips bucking forward as he slammed his cock as deep down her throat as it could possibly go.
