"F~uckk baby," Jax moaned out as he felt her delicate hand wrapped around his member.
Serika's touch was both gentle and knowing, her fingers tracing the thick veins that pulsed with renewed life. She worked him with practiced expertise, her thumb swiping over the sensitive head to spread the bead of precum that had already formed.
Jax's hips bucked instinctively, a low groan rumbling in his chest as he surrendered to the pleasure.
"Gods, Serika... your hands..." he breathed, his head falling back against the pillows, "You know exactly what I like baby,"
A soft, satisfied hum vibrated in her throat at that praise, "I've had plenty of practice, my lord," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "I've studied every inch of you... learned every spot that makes you tremble so I can serve you to the best of my ability,"
