Chapter 364 Giving Herself ( R18 )

The slow, reverent exploration gave way to a more focused, passionate assault.

Ashanti’s confidence grew with every groan she elicited from him, with every twitch of his hips. She was no longer just worshipping; she was claiming.

She wanted to own his pleasure, to be the sole architect of his ecstasy.

She took him deeper into her mouth, her lips forming a tight, perfect seal around his shaft. Her head began to bob, establishing a smooth, sultry rhythm.

Ashanti was swirling, twisting her head slightly on the downstroke, her tongue doing a wicked dance along the sensitive underside of his cock.

Her hand, which had been stroking the base, tightened its grip, moving in perfect counterpoint to her mouth, creating a seamless, velvety tunnel of pleasure.

"Gods, Ashanti... your mouth," Jax grunted, his hands fisting in the sheets beside him.

He wanted to touch her, to tangle his fingers in her hair and guide her, but he was mesmerized, completely captivated by the sight of her taking control.

The visual was almost too much to handle. Her dark eyes, locked onto his, were smoldering with a mixture of love, lust, and a fierce, triumphant pride.

She pulled back until just the crown of his cock was nestled between her lips, her tongue flicking out to tease the slit, lapping up the steady bead of precum that gathered there.

A soft, satisfied hum vibrated in her chest, a sound of pure enjoyment that sent shivers of pleasure radiating through his groin. She was savoring this, savoring him.

Then, she took him back into her throat.

This time, there was no hesitation, no gagging. S

he relaxed her muscles, took a deep breath through her nose, and pushed forward, sinking his length into her tight, constricting heat until her nose was pressed firmly against his pelvic bone.

She held him there for a moment, her throat working around him, the sensation an exquisite, mind-blowing pressure that had his vision blurring at the edges.

She pulled back slowly, her lips dragging along his shaft, before plunging down again, taking him to the hilt. She repeated this, again and again, setting a deep, demanding pace.

Her other hand, which had been massaging his balls, became more adventurous, her fingers drifting lower to tease the sensitive skin just behind them, making his entire body clench with pleasure.

The room was filled with the wet, rhythmic sounds of her devotion. It was a symphony of sucking and slurping, a testament to her newfound skill and unrestrained enthusiasm.

Jax could feel the pressure building in his core, a tight, coiling heat that signaled his impending release. He was hurtling towards the edge at an astonishing speed, completely at her mercy.

"Ashanti... I’m... I’m going to cum," he gasped out, his voice strained with pleasure as he held himself back from roughly taking her right there and then.

Ashanti didn’t slow down. If anything, she doubled her efforts. Her movements became more frantic, more desperate. She wanted it.

She wanted his release, wanted to taste him, to consume the very essence of his pleasure. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and pleading, a silent command to let go for her.

That was all it took.

With a loud, guttural roar that echoed off the walls, Jax’s orgasm tore through him. His hips bucked off the bed, driving his cock deeper into her throat as he exploded.

His cock pulsed violently, spurt after spurt of his hot, thick, viscous seed flooding her mouth and pouring directly down her waiting throat.

Ashanti moaned around him, the sound a mix of surprise and triumph. She swallowed instinctively, her throat working convulsively, eagerly milking him for every last drop.

She didn’t let a single drop escape, her lips sealed tight around his pulsing shaft as she drained him completely.

When the final tremor subsided, she slowly, lovingly pulled back, letting his softening cock fall from her lips with a soft, wet pop.

She looked up at him, her lips swollen and glistening, a few stray drops of his cum on her chin.

Without breaking eye contact, she opened her mouth to show him, swirling her tongue in the small pool of his seed she had held there.

Then, with a deliberate, sensual swallow, she drank it down. A slow, satisfied smile spread across her face.

Jax stared at her, his chest heaving, his mind blown. He had never seen anything so incredibly erotic in his entire life.

But Ashanti wasn’t finished with him yet.

She began to crawl up his body, her movements fluid and predatory, like a panther stalking its prey.

She straddled his waist, her knees on either side of his hips, her slick, wet folds resting against his semi-hard cock.

After cleaning her mouth up with magic, she leaned down, her raven hair falling around his face, and captured his lips in a deep, possessive kiss.

The kiss was a primal, intimate one, and it reignited the fire in his blood with astonishing speed. He could feel his cock, already sated, beginning to stir again, hardening against her.

She broke the kiss, a mischievous glint in her dark eyes, "Did you like that?" she whispered, her voice a husky purr.

"I...fuck yeah Ashanti," was all he could manage, his voice hoarse.

"Good," she said. "Because I’m not done with you yet."

She rose up on her knees, reaching between them to wrap her fingers around his now-thickening shaft. S

he gave him a few confident strokes, bringing him back to his full, impressive length. Then, she positioned the head of his cock at the entrance of her still-pulsing, soaking wet pussy.

She looked down at him, her expression a mixture of raw desire and tender affection. "My turn to ride," she murmured.

And with that, she began to sink down.

The feeling was divine. She took him inch by inch, her body welcoming him back into its heat.

She was incredibly wet, impossibly tight, and the sensation of her slowly enveloping him, of watching her face as she took his cock deep inside her, was almost more than he could bear.

She paused when he was fully seated, her hips flush with his, her inner walls clenching around him, a silent, possessive grip.

Then, she began to move.