روايات وقصص ضمن Jax Dirty Air Series

“She better not lose focus from her mission.” “Which mission ?” Ty asked as he hugged the father of his newborn baby closer to him and gave him a dirty, sloppy kiss in front of us. Jax immediately scrunched his face and gagged. “Eww ! Stop doing that in front of me !! You guys are my mate’s fathers ! It is already bad enough,” he whined. “I swear my ears are going to bleed if he complains and whines like a blo*dy b*tch one more time,” Aira huffed, making us all laugh in agreement.

My mouth hung open in betrayal at the air hockey table. "You cheated," I fumed. "You both just suck," Zharn grinned, collecting his victory tickets. A few feet away, we stood at a basketball shooting game. "You two can kiss air hockey. Scarlett and I are going to play basketball," he dragged me along with him. I'm not a jock. I know nothing about baskets or balls. Jax casually tossed shot after shot, barely looking at the hoop. I, on the other hand, was struggling to even get the ball high enough.

It seemed interesting and she watched it, wishing they were real and in her city. She heard a thud and turned to look at the source. Shawn lay on the floor, having slipped on the milk she had spilled earlier. Jade held back a chuckle as she went to help him up. Her unwillingness to clean up her mess was causing a lot of accidents and she wasn't the least regretful. She stood over him and stretched out her hand to him. He pushed it away, rolling his eyes at her as he stood. "What's with you and not cleaning up whatever you spill? You know we could have fewer trips or even none if you just get a rag."

I let out a shuddering breath as he runs his fingertips along my slit, teasing me through the thin fabric. “Fuck,” I gasp, reaching for the button of his jeans again. “Get these off,” I pant, popping the button and dragging the zipper down. “I need you inside me.” “I love it when you talk dirty,” Jax growls, lifting his hips to slide his jeans and boxers down enough for his cock to spring free. As soon as it does, I take it in my hand, giving his throbbing member a stroke as a deep rumble starts in his chest. He lets me stroke it a few times before he takes control again, lifting me by the hips, sliding my panties to the side, and positioning me over his lap.

Jax stood over the three girls, his thick cock still hard and dripping with their mixed juices. Emma, Mia, and Zoe lay on their backs on the living room floor, legs spread wide, pussies gaping and leaking thick white cum from the first rounds of breeding. “Fuck, look at you three,” Jax growled, stroking his cum-smeared cock. “Three college sluts with your legs up like cheap whores, pussies ruined and overflowing with my seed. You ordered pizza and now you’re nothing but my personal breeding cumdumps.”

I told him everything, how I shove two fingers in my pussy and rub my clit fast while imagining it was his cock pounding me, how I bite my pillow so he wouldn’t hear me moaning his name. Then I dared him to let me run my hands all over his chest and abs for thirty seconds. My palms were shaking as I touched his hard muscles, feeling them flex under my fingers, tracing that deep V line disappearing into his sweatpants. A couple more rounds passed with truths getting filthier and dares getting bolder. Jax lost the next big one. He grabbed the back of his t-shirt and yanked it off in one smooth motion, revealing his full chest, defined abs, and smooth skin.

“You icing that bruise on your ribs?” I let the bar up slowly. “Yeah. Sorta.” “Sorta means no.” “Sorta means fuck off nicely, Jax.” He snorted short, real laugh. “Fair enough. You good for the weekend series? We play those assholes from the States again.” “Peachy.” I dropped the stack with a loud clang that made a couple guys glance over. “Can’t wait to get checked into next week by their captain. Should be a blast.” Jax wiped sweat off his forehead with the hem of his shirt. Flash of abs, nothing flashy, just normal teammate shit. He was so hot and I was literally sweating from looking at him.

Metal met metal with a hollow *clang*. The drone’s head snapped sideways with a spray of sparks. It stumbled, recalibrating. Jax didn’t give it time. He jammed the end of the pipe into the gap between its plating and its neck joint, grunting as he levered it down. Gears ground. Something inside smoked. The drone twitched and went still. “Well,” Jax panted. “Guess all those hours in junkyards finally paid off.” “Less commentary, more not dying,” I said, backing up as another pair swarmed up the incline.

The room smelled of sex. That was the main point of these rooms, of course, and Jax had taken advantage of their availability more than once. So had the boys. So had everyone. The cleaning women changed the sheets every morning, and beyond that, Jax had never given a single thought to hygiene, or cleanliness, or anything else. He’d been sucked and fucked on these beds and sofas, without any concern for anything except getting off.

Never had we seen a bloodlust driven vampire, hunt and feed before and it made us nauseous to keep watching her bathe in - ughh - Xyler’s blood. So we did the only rational thing that we could think of and do- turn around and spill our stomach’s acids out. “Ewww. You ruined my favourite, custom made shoes, dude !!” Jax shrieked as he came back to his senses and got up. “Oh man !” he whined. “I will buy you another pair of- …. ughh …. blergh,” I sprayed all over Jax’s trousers too. “For the love of God, not my favourite trousers too !!” Jax cried out.