Nia Jax Sex Novels & Stories

“There are people everywhere.” I bit my lip as he fingered me slowly, curling against my g-spot while Jax watched with dark eyes, occasionally reaching under the table to rub my clit. By the time our drinks arrived, I was dripping down Marcus’s hand, trying desperately not to moan. “You’re going to come right here,” Jax said quietly, eyes locked on mine. “While all these people have no idea what a slut you are for us.” Marcus rubbed my clit faster. I came hard, biting my hand to stay silent, pussy clenching around his fingers as waves of pleasure crashed through me.

Would they have to have ‘the talk’ about sex and boys? Jax’s arm stiffened on her shoulders. “This is going to be fun,” he muttered. “What?” Jax looked down at her. “Nothing. Let's go and settle the girls inside. I’m sure everyone wants to rest now.” She didn’t need Nia to know it wasn’t ‘nothing’.

Jax groaned loudly and buried himself deep, pumping rope after rope of hot cum into my ass. We were both panting when he slowly pulled out. Cum leaked from my stretched hole onto the couch. Jax leaned down and kissed me deeply, then whispered against my lips, “We’re not done. I want that pussy next… and then your throat again.” He was just about to push back inside me when someone started banging loudly on the door. “Jax! Five minutes until the encore! The crowd is losing their minds!” Jax looked down at me, skirt around my waist, legs spread, cum leaking from my ass, and grinned.

"It's complicated. That night, after I got a photo of Kinan kissing a man, I don't know why my body felt like I wanted to go to a gay Bar. I saw there was a lot of happiness there. Then, I had a drink and the waiter offered me a one-night stand with a man. He gave me the key to the room. In the room, I immediately hugged him tightly. The hug he gave really made me peaceful. After that, we had sex and I became the bottom party who sighed deliciously. Our game really- really made me feel better. I didn't want him to go but he lied." Vero stroked the mane of my hair, he looked at me intently, his jet-black eyes made me get a little radiance of calm there. "Then after this, what are you going to

Jax groaned as he tried to hold in the pressure of the sexuality he hadn't explored in a long, long time. "Who says we can't?" Janis smirked, still drunk as hell, and started a gentle upward and downward movement of her bum over his covered manhood. "Me. Me. I said so!" Jax yelled with what he had left in him. "You know what?" Janis spoke up and stopped all movements for a moment, looking at Jax with all seriousness. He in return sighed and breathed out, thankful she had stopped the torture on him. "What?" "You should stop struggling and trying so hard not to give in, 'cause you know what?"

jax wrapped his hand in her hair and dragged her as she kick and struggle towards the bed. Pushing her onto the mattress he flipped risa easily onto her stomach and pressed her face down into the rumpled sheets, the smell of sex and Axel's musky scent invaded her nostrils. “No panties, ah! I like it.” Jax declared as he pushed the leather skirt up to reveal her naked ass.

“Wait — what happened upstairs with Jax? You didn’t tell me that part yesterday.” Elias kept one hand on the wheel, eyes on the road, but his mind went straight back to the memory. “It was intense. We were helping his mom clean up after dinner and she accidentally spilled juice all over my shirt. Jax offered me one of his shirts. We went up to his room. I came out of the bathroom shirtless, and he just… lost it. Pinned me against the wall, kissed me like he was angry and starving at the same time. Then we ended up on his bed. He fucked me hard, rough, fast, like he couldn’t get enough of me. We switched positions a few times. It was angry sex mixed with something else I can’t even explain. I

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.

Then he pulled out and dragged me to the edge of the bed, positioning me so my upper body hung off toward the balcony windows. He stood behind me and slammed back in, fucking me while I stared out at the moonlit lake. Anyone looking this way would see my face contorted in ecstasy, my tits bouncing with every brutal thrust. “Imagine if someone’s watching right now,” he growled, spanking my ass hard. “Watching Dad’s best friend ruin his little girl’s pussy.” The risky, filthy thought sent me over again. I came so hard my legs gave out. Jax held me up by the hips and kept using me, chasing his own pleasure until he flooded me with another massive load.

I watched him get up, take the condom off and toss it in the bin. It was the best sex I’d ever had in my life, and I was yearning for more. But now that we’d finally had sex, what would happen next? From what I’d known about Jax, he didn’t do cuddles and never let a woman stay. What if he realizes that it’s only one night, no repeats for us? I just had phenomenal sex. I wondered if he thinks the same. “I’m going to take a shower.” I swung out of bed and went straight to the bathroom. I turned the shower on and let the water rush into my body.