The final, powerful spasm of his orgasm subsided, and Jax's grip on her hair loosened. He slumped back against the Throne, a deep, satisfied sigh escaping his lips.
Natasha, for her part, remained kneeling, her lips still wrapped around his softening cock. She had swallowed every single drop, just as he had demanded, her throat working diligently to ensure not a single drop of his essence was wasted.
When she was certain he was completely spent, she slowly pulled back, her mouth leaving him with a soft, wet pop.
She looked up at him, her lips swollen and glistening, a triumphant, lustful glint in her eyes. A thin trickle of his cum escaped the corner of her mouth, and she dutifully caught it with her finger, bringing it to her own lips and sucking it clean without ever breaking eye contact.
