Lustful Demon King: Summoned by the Demon Goddesses!

Chapter 199: BlowJob ( R18 )

The first spasm of her orgasm hit Jax like a warm, sudden wave. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t pull away.

He buried his face deeper, his tongue lapping eagerly at her entrance as her pussy convulsed, a gush of hot, sweet fluid flooding his mouth and coating his face.

He drank her down, his own groan of satisfaction vibrating against her quivering flesh as she rode out the intense, shuddering peak of her release.

When the last tremor finally subsided, he slowly lifted his head, his face glistening with her essence as he looked up at her, at the utterly fucked-out, blissfully sated woman sprawled across the silk sheets.

He admired her beautiful look, his cock throbbing as he so desperately wanted to just fuck her senseless right then and there seeing her.

Her chest was heaving, her skin flushed a beautiful, rosy pink, and her eyes were closed, a serene, satisfied smile gracing her lips. She was a vision of debauched beauty, and she was all his to use in whatever way he saw fit.

He slowly, deliberately, licked his lips, savoring her taste before using the back of his hand to wipe the slick juices from his chin and cheek.

The Demon King’s golden eyes, darkened with a renewed, predatory hunger, never left her face as he stared at her.

Sabrina’s eyes fluttered open, hazy and unfocused at first, then slowly clearing as they locked onto his. She saw the feral, possessive look in his gaze, and a slow, wicked smile spread across her lips.

"♥Enjoying the view, my King?♥" she purred, her voice a husky, satisfied rasp as she licked her lips seeing his sexy body.

"♥Immensely,♥" he growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.

He rose from his knees, moving to kneel on the bed beside her. He knew what she wanted. He knew what she needed. The gentle worship was over.

It was time for the raw, dominant claiming she had begged for. Sabrina was a slut at heart, a succubus needing to be dominated by her King, and Jax would give that to her.

He reached out, not for her hair, not for her hand, but for her horns. His fingers wrapped around the base of the dark, elegant protrusions, his grip firm and unyielding.

He gave a sharp, controlling tug, pulling her head up from the pillows.

A sharp, pleasured gasp escaped her lips, her back arching as a jolt of excitement shot through her. She loved it rough, and he was more than happy to oblige.

He guided her, positioning her so she was facing his straining erection, still confined within his pants.

With his free hand, he freed himself, his thick, hard cock springing out, the head already glistening with pre-cum. He was impossibly hard, aching with the need to be inside her.

But not yet.

He slapped his heavy cock against her cheek. The sound was a wet, lewd thwack that made her gasp. He did it again, this time against her other cheek, then her forehead, marking her with his scent and his presence. It was a dominant, possessive act, a clear statement of ownership.

"♥Look at me,♥" he commanded, his voice tight with lust.

Her eyes, dark and burning with her own hunger, met his.

He brought the swollen, weeping head of his cock to her lips, smearing the sticky pre-cum across them like a perverse gloss.

"♥You wanted to be treated like my woman,♥" he growled, his hand still gripping her horn, holding her in place, "♥Now, suck your King off like a proper slut would.♥"

The crude, degrading words were exactly what she needed to hear. A fire ignited in her eyes, a feral, eager gleam that promised utter devotion and absolute debauchery.

She didn’t hesitate. She opened her mouth, her tongue darting out to swirl around the head of his cock, lapping up the pre-cum with a soft, appreciative hum.

Then, she took him in.

As a Succubus, Sabrina’s mouth was not merely a mouth; it was an instrument of pure, unadulterated pleasure, a living, breathing extension of a pussy.

She took his entire length in one smooth, effortless motion, her lips stretching around his thick girth as she swallowed him down to the hilt.

He felt the head of his cock breach the tight, convulsing entrance of her throat, and she didn’t gag. She didn’t even flinch. She just moaned, the sound a deep, resonant vibration that traveled up his shaft and straight to his soul.

Her mouth was impossibly hot and wet, her tongue a masterful, flexible muscle that seemed to be everywhere at once.

As she began to bob her head, her movements were a symphony of sin. She swirled her tongue around his shaft as she pulled back, then flattened it to press against the sensitive underside as she took him deep again.

She hollowed her cheeks, creating a powerful, sucking pressure that made his eyes roll back in his head.

She used her teeth, just barely, a light, scraping graze along his length that sent sharp, thrilling jolts of pleasure-pain through him.

She cupped his balls in her hand, her fingers gently massaging them, rolling them in her palm as she worked his cock with her mouth.

She was doing things he couldn’t even comprehend. She would pull back until just the tip was in her mouth, her tongue flicking rapidly against the frenulum, driving him wild with pleasure.

Then she would plunge down again, taking him all the way, her throat muscles contracting and milking his length in a way that was better than any pussy he had ever been in.

Jax’s hand tightened in her hair, his hips beginning to thrust forward, fucking her face with a growing urgency.

He was completely at her mercy, a slave to the incredible pleasure she was bestowing upon him.

He looked down at her, at the woman he loved, with her lips stretched around his cock, her eyes watering slightly, tears of pleasure tracing paths down her cheeks as she eagerly, wantonly serviced him.