Jax's golden eyes burned with possessive fire as he began to move inside Natasha, his hips setting a rhythm that was both punishing and exquisitely pleasurable.
Each thrust was deep, powerful, claiming her body as his own. The wet, slick sounds of their joining filled the room, a lewd symphony that spoke of their mutual desire and his absolute dominance.
"God, yes," Natasha cried out, her back arching as he hit that special spot deep inside her. "Just like that... harder... don't you dare stop..."
Jax obliged, his movements becoming more demanding, more possessive. He slammed into her, his balls slapping against her ass with each forceful thrust.
The bed creaked beneath them, a rhythmic counterpoint to their passionate coupling.
He could feel her walls clamping down around him, tight and hot and incredibly wet, like an octopus wrapping its tentacles around his throbbing member, refusing to let him go.
