Nia Jax Sex Novels & Stories

It wasn’t something she could sum up in a few words, nor was it something she felt like reliving. Instead, she was more interested in teasing this iceberg of a man standing in front of her. “Hey, don’t change the subject. I asked you—have you really never been with a woman before?” Jax didn’t answer, which was as good as admitting it. Naomi blinked in surprise. “Wait… your orientation’s normal, right?” After she asked, Jax’s eyes darkened in the dim light of the equipment room. “I’m perfectly normal,” he said coldly, staring her down.

“Not easy. Treat me like the needy bitch I am. Think you can do that?” A sharp flash lit his eyes. For one quick second doubt crept in. Then the table pressed under my chest as he flipped me forward. Strong hands moved quickly under me, opening my pants and pulling them down around my ankles. Cool air touched my skin. A shiver ran up my spine. “Told you many times,” Jax muttered behind me, voice thick with hunger. “A woman like you should wear skirts. Makes it much easier to fuck.” A deep sound came from the other side of the table.

the man said in a very angry tone. "Look Jay is very hard to crack but I promise you can have her, she is a virgin so she is worth the wait. I promise sir we had a deal, I'll slip something in her water." Stacy said to the very angry man. So she was selling us out what the hell.

Jake is really wild or indeed her minimal experience with sex makes Syila unable to do much other than resign herself to accepting the pleasures that Jake gives her body. The sound of her apartment bell made Syila turn quickly, forgetting the pleasure, and sighing, she stared at the door of her room with a face of horror. Who visits my apartment at night? *** Should Jake swear out loud now? He was already on the brink, but the woman he was looking up to was busy glancing at the bedroom door with a scared face. He pulled Syila's face back to look at him, then he covered her lips with a rough kiss. Jake had to get his release now or he'd be cranky all day. If only he could go solo or hire anot

I didn’t want us to become strangers again. Why could strangers be close during sex, feel connected, even cared for, when right after nothing was between them? I wanted that feeling of connection all the time. I rolled over, closer to Jaxon and pressed my palm to his chest then slowly let it glide lower, down his ripped stomach, following the trail of hair until my fingertips brushed his base. Jaxon let out a low groan that might have been on the verge of laughter. “I don’t have the virility of a teenage boy, Ayla.”

He smiled at the look on her face and stood up, "Let's get dressed up, we would be late for our flight..." "Jaxon..." "Uhn," he looked back at her and she was still in bed "I want us to have sex..." "Uhn?" She leaned forward showing her breast and he was taken aback by her boldness. "You getting bold now?" "Well, I thought we could use a steamy morning..." "Hmm... I wouldn't reject that," "Then what are you waiting for?" He got in bed with her and they had another steamy sex before they got ready for their trip.

Only the sounds of her holes taking his dick seemed to matter now. Shower sex. Fucking at the dinner table. In hotels. By the pool. On the roof. On park benches. In his private tub. His study. Her bedroom. Jacuzzi. Every room in the house. Nothing was off limits. He even fucked her in his bedroom, a place not even Belle was allowed into. By day three, Jax decided to step in. He had hoped this shit would be over by now, but frankly Janet's cunt was bad for business. His dad needed a reality check. He needed reminding of the pleasures of the rotation. Bitter and resentful and being denied the freedom to love his whole life, Jax could not accept Vincent being humbled by a Russo cunt.

Jax doesn't eat pussy often but when he does, it's because he wants to wreck me completely. He hooks my thighs over his shoulders, yanking me to the edge so my ass hangs off the cushion. Then his mouth is on me. His tongue dives straight in, lapping up the mix of his cum and my slick like he's starving. He groans into me, the sound vibrating against my clit. I cry out, hands flying to his hair. "Jax, oh God." He sucks hard on my clit, then flattens his tongue to lick broad stripes from my hole up to the swollen nub. Every pass drags more of his own release out of me. He swallows it down, greedy, filthy noises filling the room.

He pulled out, carried her to the couch, and sat down, pulling her onto his lap facing him. “Ride me,” he ordered, voice rough with lust. “I want to watch you fuck yourself on my cock like the needy little slut you are.” Nova sank down onto him, taking every thick inch with a broken moan. She rode him hard—bouncing violently, grinding deep, her heavy breasts bouncing wildly in his face. Jax sucked and bit her sensitive nipples while gripping her ass, helping her slam down onto him repeatedly. “Faster,” he growled, slapping her ass. “Show me how much you need this dick.”

Suck my cock while your husband watches. Feel my thick cum dripping down your throat as I ruin your married wet pussy in front of him. On New Year’s Eve, frustrated wife Lily-Rose’s boring marriage explodes when her husband Jimmy confesses his darkest fantasy he wants to watch a real man destroy her. Enter Jax, a dangerous, tattooed biker with a massive vein cock and zero mercy. What starts as one filthy night of being used,spanged,choked, and filled with hot cum turns into an addiction Lily-Rose can’t escape. Torn between her safe husband and the biker who owns every hole and every moan, Lily-Rose must decide how far she’ll go to feel truly alive. Dirty.pleasured, Raw. Unforgettable. Wi