The sight of her, of the woman he loved so completely on her knees before him, her face a mess of tears and pleasure as she worshipped his cock, was the final catalyst.
The last thread of his restraint, the last semblance of control he had been clinging to, snapped. A primal, possessive roar built in his chest, a sound of pure, unadulterated dominance.
His grip on her horns tightened, his fingers digging into the smooth, hard bone. He was no longer letting her set the pace. He was taking over.
"That's it," he growled, his voice a guttural command, ♥Take it all my pretty succubus whore,"
He used her horns as handles, as leverage, and began to thrust. He pulled her head down as he drove his hips forward, burying his cock deep in her throat with a powerful, relentless rhythm.
The bed creaked in protest with the force of his movements. Instead of a blowjob, this was Jax pounding away at her throat, a raw, primal manner of claiming her mouth as his personal onahole.
