Chapter 144: Pounding her ( R18 )

The glob of cum on Jax’s fingers seemed to pulse with a life of its own, a glistening, pearly testament to his dominance.

He held it there, a mere inch from Alexi’s trembling lips, the scent of it, a raw, masculine, and deeply erotic musk, filling her senses and making her head swim.

Her mind screamed in revulsion, but her body, a traitorous vessel, responded with a fresh wave of that horrifying, liquid heat pooling in her core. Her pussy throbbed as her lips trembled, desperate to taste it.

“Open,” Jax commanded, his voice leaving no room for refusal.

Tears streamed down Alexi’s face, hot and shameful. Her lips parted, not in willing obedience, but in the slack-jawed surrender of the utterly broken.

He pressed his fingers into her mouth, coating her tongue with the thick, salty-sweet fluid. The taste was overwhelming, a direct injection of his essence, of his power. It was humiliating, degrading, and a dark, forbidden part of her soul craved more.

“Swallow,” he ordered.

She did, her throat working convulsively, the act a final, silent capitulation. He withdrew his fingers, and she gagged, a dry, heaving sound that was half sob, half retch. She had been marked. Tainted.

Jax looked down at her, a flicker of triumph in his golden eyes. He had broken the first layer of her resistance. Now, it was time to shatter the rest.

He turned his attention back to Natasha, who knelt on the floor, panting, her face and chest a canvas of his release. She looked up at him, her expression a beautiful, mindless mask of adoration, her body already trembling with renewed anticipation.

Without a word, Jax reached down and hooked his hands under Natasha’s arms. He lifted her as if she weighed nothing, her body rising effortlessly until her feet left the floor.

He turned her, positioning her so that her back was pressed flush against his broad, muscular chest. His arms wrapped around her, one hand sliding down to cup the back of her thigh, the other doing the same on her opposite side.

He lifted her, spreading her legs wide, hooking them over his powerful forearms. In this position, she was completely open, completely vulnerable, her body held aloft and displayed for the sole, horrified spectator on the floor. Alexi had a perfect, unobstructed view.

Jax’s cock, still semi-hard but glistening with a mixture of his cum and Natasha’s saliva, nudged against the slick, swollen folds of Natasha’s pussy. It was a sight that would be seared into Alexi’s memory for eternity.

She could see everything: the way Natasha’s body arched in anticipation, the way her pussy lips quivered, the thick, veiny shaft of Jax’s cock poised to enter her.

The scent that washed over Alexi was intoxicating, a potent cocktail of raw sex, masculine dominance, and feminine surrender that made her own throb with a desperate, needy ache.

Then, Jax lowered her onto him.

He entered her in one long, slow, deliberate stroke. Alexi watched, transfixed, as the thick head of his cock spread Natasha’s pussy open, the tight flesh yielding to his impossible girth.

She saw the slickness of their combined fluids coat his shaft as he sank deeper and deeper into Natasha’s willing body. Natasha cried out, a long, shuddering moan of pure ecstasy, her head falling back against Jax’s shoulder.

Jax didn’t stop until he was buried to the hilt. And that’s when Alexi saw it. A distinct, visible bulge appeared in Natasha’s lower stomach, the clear outline of Jax’s cock pressing against her from the inside. The sight was so visceral, so primal, that a choked gasp escaped Alexi’s lips.

“♥ FUCK Jax, you’re sooo… deep!… You’re hitting… the bottom!…Right there… ♥” Natasha moaned out as she felt it.

Jax held her there for a moment, letting her adjust, letting Alexi stare at the undeniable proof of his possession. Then, he began to move.

He started with a slow, powerful rhythm, lifting Natasha up and down on his cock, using her body as a living fleshlight.

Each downward thrust pressed the bulge in her stomach into sharper relief, each upward withdrawal left her pussy gaping and empty for a heart-stopping second before being filled again.

The sounds were wet, obscene, a symphony of slapping flesh and Natasha’s incoherent, pleasure-driven moans.

“♥Ahhh!… Yes!… Jax!… Harder!… ♥” Natasha babbled, her hands clawing at his arms, her body completely lost to the pleasure.

Jax obliged. His pace quickened, his movements becoming more forceful, more punishing. He was fucking her in earnest now, his hips pistoning upwards, driving his cock into her with brutal, deep strokes.

The cell echoed with the ~PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!~of their bodies colliding, a sound that was synchronized with the frantic, traitorous beating of Alexi’s own heart.

Alexi couldn’t look away. Her eyes were locked on the junction of their bodies, on the magnificent, terrifying cock that was claiming Natasha so thoroughly.

She saw the veins throbbing on his shaft as he pistoned in and out of her. She saw the way Natasha’s juices coated him, a frothy, white ring forming at the base of his cock.

She could smell their combined scent so strongly now that it was like a drug, clouding her mind, eroding the last of her resistance.

Her own pussy was soaking wet, a fire burning between her legs that she couldn’t extinguish, a desperate, empty ache that cried out to be filled just like Natasha was being filled.

Jax’s gaze was fixed on Alexi the entire time. He watched her, his expression one of cruel, calculating amusement.

He saw the dawning lust in her eyes, the way her body trembled not just with fear, but with a primal, needy hunger. He was not just fucking Natasha; he was fucking Alexi’s mind, breaking her will with every thrust, every moan, every obscene sound.

“♥Look at her, Alexi,♥” he grunted, his voice strained with exertion. “♥Look at what she’s become. A vessel for my pleasure. And she loves it. She craves it.♥”

He shifted his angle, grinding his hips, and Natasha screamed, a high-pitched, piercing sound of pure, unadulterated bliss as he hit a spot deep inside her that sent her over the edge.

Her body convulsed, her pussy clamping down around Jax’s cock like a vise as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. She thrashed in his arms, a mindless, sobbing, writhing thing, completely lost to the storm of his possession.

But Jax didn’t stop. He continued to fuck her through her orgasm, his thrusts relentless, chasing his own release.

He drove into her one last time, burying himself to the hilt with a loud, possessive roar. His cock pulsed, and he came again, flooding Natasha’s already-filled pussy with another hot, thick load of his seed.

He held her there, his body tense, as the last spasms of his orgasm subsided. Then, slowly, he lifted her off his softening cock.

As he did, a thick, white river of his cum immediately began to pour out of Natasha’s stretched, gaping pussy, running down the inside of her thigh in a lewd, sticky trail.

He let Natasha slide to the floor, where she landed in a boneless, satisfied heap, her body still twitching with the aftershocks of her brutal fucking. Jax stood over her, his chest heaving, his cock hanging limp but still impressive, glistening with the undeniable evidence of his conquest.

Then, he turned his full, undivided attention to Alexi. He took a step towards her, his naked, powerful form a terrifying, magnificent sight in the dim light of the cell.

“Your turn,” he said, his voice a low, predatory growl.

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