"Good," he said, a slow, predatory smirk spreading across his lips, "Because you're never going to forget it."
The words were a promise, a dark, delicious vow that sent a shiver of pure, unadulterated anticipation down Alexi's spine.
Jax held still for a moment longer, letting her body adjust, letting her mind catch up to the overwhelming reality of his possession and the intense pleasure that was still running through her body.
He wanted her face continuously contorting with pleasure as her inner muscles fluttered and tightened around him, a desperate, instinctual reaction to his invasive but pleasureful presence.
Then, he began to move.
His first withdrawal was a slow, torturous glide. He pulled back until only the swollen head of his massive cock remained inside her, the movement a deliberate, agonizing tease that made Alexi whimper in protest.
The sudden emptiness was a physical ache, a hollow void that cried out to be filled again.
