"Then cum for me," Jax commanded, his voice a raw, guttural snarl against her ear, that deep masculine voice making her tremble, "Cum on my cock, Astra. Now."
His permission was the catalyst. The world shattered. Astra's orgasm broke over her not like a wave, but like a cataclysm. A silent scream tore from her throat as her body seized, every muscle locking in a paroxysm of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.
Her pussy clamped down around him like a vice, a series of violent, rhythmic contractions that milked his thick shaft, trying to pull him deeper, to drain him of everything he had.
Her vision dissolved into a blinding white flash, and for a moment, she ceased to exist, becoming nothing more than a vessel for the overwhelming pleasure that consumed her.
