Nia Jax Sex Novels & Stories

“Ohh… fuck… just like that!” He chuckled against her skin. “Greedy slut. Been dripping for my cock since you showed up, haven’t you?” “Yes,” she admitted shamelessly, shoving her bikini bottoms down. Her smooth, puffy pussy glistened in the sunlight. Jax dropped to his knees in the sand and buried his face between her thighs like a starving man. His tongue was relentless, long, flat licks from her dripping hole to her throbbing clit, then tight circles that made her knees buckle. He sucked her clit into his mouth, two thick fingers plunging deep into her cunt, curling against her G-spot.

“And under that dress? No bra. Just a vibrator buried deep in that married pussy. I’ll control it all night. The remote stays in my pocket.” My stomach flipped. “That’s too dangerous,” I whispered, voice trembling. “There will be cameras, Richard’s colleagues, donors… I can’t—” Jax’s smirk deepened. He stroked my jaw with his thumb, almost gentle, but his words were pure sin. “You say that, but look at you. Your nipples are still rock hard. Your thighs keep pressing together like you’re trying to hide how wet you are right now.”

“Look at her take it… her pussy is creaming all over his cock already. I want next.” Mia whimpered, “Me too. I want him to breed my tight little Asian pussy until it overflows.” Jax laughed darkly and spanked Emma’s jiggling ass hard, leaving a red handprint. “Listen to your friends, slut. They’re jealous because they know I’m going to ruin all three of you tonight. You’re not getting pizza money back — you’re getting your wombs pumped full of my seed.” He reached under Emma and rubbed her clit roughly while railing her.

Belts clinked, boots thudded to the floor, denim and leather peeled away until there was nothing but skin and heat and the low crackle of the fire pit. Nolan lifted her like she weighed nothing, turning to lay her across the wide leather cushion in the center of the room. The cool surface against her back made her gasp, but then there were mouths everywhere. Jax knelt between her thighs, spreading them wide with rough hands. He didn’t tease. He licked one long stripe up her pussy, growled at how wet she already was, then buried his face. His tongue fucked into her hard and fast, nose grinding against her clit, beard scraping the sensitive skin of her inner thighs until she cried out. Two thi

Big hands roamed under the flannel, squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples. “Fuck, you feel good,” he growled. “Soft city tits in my hands.” I moaned and reached between us, stroking the massive bulge in his pants. He was huge. Thick and long. Jax ripped the shirt off me. Cold air hit my skin but his mouth followed, sucking hard on my nipples. He pushed two thick fingers between my legs. “Soaked already,” he said. “This pussy wants a real man.” He fingered me fast, curling perfectly while his thumb rubbed my clit. I came hard, crying out in the dark cabin. The storm outside matched the one inside.

"She’s been watching us for two minutes and she’s already dripping. What a little slut." Jax groaned. It was a deep, guttural sound that came from his chest. He began to move his fingers inside me. He wasn't being gentle. He was exploring me, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing it in a slow, steady circle. "Ah! Ah! Ah! Master Jax... please! Ohhh… it's too much!" "Is it? Too much?" he whispered, leaning in until our noses touched. He smelled like expensive woodsmoke and pure, raw sex.

Jax groaned. "Are you open to a night out at The Tiki Exclusives club? I heard they've got even more flexible women," I offered. "No. I'm looking forward to some alone time at my cabin." "Aw, come with me. It'll be fun. I'd ask Cage, but he'd flat out reject me. So that's not an option." "I think you should take it easy with the clubs and multiple women. You can't let Cleo dominate a part of you forever; this isn't who you are," Jax told me out of concern.

Beating him into submission twice until he exploded all over the bed, wasn’t enough. He needed Mia’s pussy hugging him. He needed to be deep inside of her. Balls deep. Slamming-them-to-the-rim-of-her-wet-opening deep. He wanted tears to fall from her eyes as she slid up and down on it. He wanted his name ripping from her throat as she moaned. In his briefs, precum spilled from the tip. He groaned and made himself not touch his cock. Jax was already this huge odd thing in a blonde wig. If he started rubbing himself while he walked, he’d be in somebody’s jail by the afternoon.

" Oh my God... Daddy... please... I can't .... Ahh!" Lowering his head, Jaxton latched unto my nipple and sucked hard on it. " Daddyyy!" I shrieked, floating off the bed as pleasure washed over me. The walls of my spasming pussy clenched tightly on his dick. Jaxton groaned loudly, toppling off over the Cliff. He slumped into me, his hips jerking sporadically into me as he spilled his seed into me. Jaxton smiled, snuggling his nose into my neck and sniffing my scent.