A low, guttural groan was ripped from Jax's chest, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure that vibrated through his entire body.
The sensation of Willow's hot, wet mouth engulfing the head of his cock was electric. Her lips, soft and full, formed a perfect, tight seal around his shaft, and her tongue, a living flame, began to swirl and dance against the sensitive underside of his crown.
She completely worshipped his member like it was a path of worship.
This was the cock that had claimed her, that had bred the First Witch, that had saved her entire dimension. It was her god, her anchor, her entire world, and she would treat it as such.
Her hands, which had been resting on his thighs, came up to cradle his heavy balls, her fingers gently massaging them, feeling the weight of the seed she so desperately wanted.
She began to move, slowly, her head bobbing in a languid, sensual rhythm.
