Chapter 325: Worship Me ( R18 )

He gave her what she wanted. He increased the pressure on her clit, his thumb moving in firm, relentless circles while his fingers teased her slick, swollen entrance.

His mouth became a vortex of pleasure on her breast, sucking and licking with a fervor that was both worshipful and predatory.

He was devouring her, consuming her, and Astra was powerless to do anything but feel.

The pleasure was no longer a simple, building wave. It was a storm, a chaotic tempest of sensation that was brewing deep within her core.

It was a storm that felt familiar, yet infinitely more powerful. It was the echo of her own nature, the wild, untamed power of a Storm Dragon, but instead of lightning and wind, it was pure, unadulterated ecstasy.

"♥Jax!♥" she cried out, his name a desperate, keening wail that was ripped from her lungs. "♥Oh, gods! Jax!♥"

He could feel her inner muscles starting to flutter, a frantic, desperate clenching around the fingers he was teasing at her entrance.

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 slid one finger inside her, then a second, his digits sinking into her tight, wet heat with a slow, deliberate ease.

He curled them slightly, finding that rough, sensitive patch deep inside her, and began to stroke it in a "come here" motion, all while his thumb continued its relentless assault on her clit.

That was all it took and the storm broke.

Astra’s entire body went rigid, a powerful, convulsive spasm wracking her frame as a blinding, white-hot flash of pleasure overwhelmed her senses.

Her back arched off the bed, a beautiful, taut bow of pure ecstasy. A silent scream tore from her throat, her mouth open in a perfect "O" of overwhelming sensation as her orgasm crashed through her.

Her inner muscles clamped down on his fingers, a series of frantic, convulsive spasms that milked him, trying to pull him deeper.

A gush of her hot, sweet juices flooded his hand, a testament to the intensity of her release. It was a powerful, explosive orgasm that left her trembling and breathless, a complete and total surrender to the pleasure he had given her.

For a long moment, she was lost in the blinding, white-hot haze of her release. Then, slowly, the waves of pleasure began to recede, leaving her a limp, sated mess on the bed.

Her body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, her skin flushed a delicate pink, and her chest heaved with each ragged breath.

Jax slowly, deliberately, withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his lips. He looked her in the eye as he slowly, deliberately, licked her slick, sweet juices from his digits, a final, possessive act that made her blush all over again.

He stood up, his body a magnificent, powerful silhouette against the soft light of the room. He looked down at her, his golden eyes dark with a fierce, possessive lust.

She was a beautiful, debauched mess, her body a testament to the raw, primal passion that burned between them.

But he wasn’t done with her. Not by a long shot.

He moved away from the bed, crossing the room to a plush armchair that sat in the corner. He sat down, his legs spread, his body a picture of relaxed, confident dominance. He looked at her, his gaze a silent, undeniable command.

"Come here, Astra," he said, his voice a low, firm order that brooked no argument.

Astra, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, slowly, deliberately, sat up. She looked at him, her purple eyes hazy with a mixture of pleasure and submission.

She could see the hard, thick outline of his cock straining against the fabric of his pants, a silent, tempting invitation that was a constant, pleasing reminder of his desire for her.

She slid off the bed, her legs a little shaky. She sank to her hands and knees, her movements a graceful, fluid motion.

She began to crawl towards him, her body a supplicant’s offering. The carpet was a soft, welcome pressure against her knees, a constant, pleasing reminder of her submission.

She reached him, stopping between his splayed thighs. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and longing.

"Undress me," he commanded, his voice a low, possessive rumble that was a final, ultimate command.

Her hands trembling slightly, Astra reached up, her fingers finding the buckle of his belt. She fumbled with it for a moment, her nervousness a stark contrast to her usual confident demeanor.

Finally, she managed to undo it, her fingers then moving to the button of his pants and the zipper.

She pulled his pants down, his thick, hard cock springing free, a magnificent, imposing sight that made her mouth water.

It was long and thick, the head a deep, angry purple, a single, pearly drop of pre-cum beading at the tip. It was a testament to his virility and his desire for her, a constant, sticky reminder of his potency.

"Kiss it," he ordered, his voice a low, guttural growl that was a final, ultimate command.

Astra leaned in, her face a mask of worshipful adoration. She didn’t hesitate.

She pressed her lips against the hot, hard flesh of his shaft, a soft, worshipful kiss that was a final, ultimate testament to her devotion.

She could feel the frantic, desperate beat of his heart, a frantic drumbeat of life and excitement that was a testament to the effect she was having on him.

She began to kiss him, her lips a soft, wet seal against his skin. She kissed her way up his shaft, from the base to the tip, her movements a slow, deliberate, and incredibly sensual rhythm.

She could taste the salty, slightly bitter flavor of his pre-cum, a potent, intoxicating cocktail that was a constant, pleasing reminder of their union.

She reached the head, her tongue a soft, pink invitation. She slowly, deliberately, licked the pearly drop of pre-cum from the tip, her eyes never leaving his.

She could see the fierce, predatory fire burning in his golden gaze, the raw, unadulterated lust that was a direct result of her expert, loving ministrations.

"♥Good girl,♥" he growled, his voice a low, possessive rumble that was a constant, pleasing vibration against her skin. "♥Worship your master.♥

She moaned 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 hands in her hair, his touch a gentle, possessive brand that was a constant, pleasing reminder of his ownership.

She took him into her mouth, her lips a soft, wet seal around his shaft.

She began to suck, her head bobbing up and down, her tongue swirling and lapping, her movements a slow, deliberate, and incredibly sensual rhythm. It was an act of worship, a final, ultimate testament to her devotion.

He watched her, his golden eyes dark with a fierce, possessive lust. He saw the way she took him, the way she savored him, the way she worshipped him with her mouth.

He could feel the pleasure building within him again, a slow, simmering heat that was a direct result of her expert, loving ministrations.

He reached down, his hand finding her hair, his fingers tangling in the soft, white silk. He held her gently, a silent, possessive claim that was a constant, pleasing reminder of his ownership.

"That’s it," he growled, his voice a low, possessive rumble that was a constant, pleasing vibration against her skin,"Take it all,"