Alexi's body was still convulsing from the force of her first orgasm, a violent, shuddering wave that had left her breathless and trembling.
She tried to lift herself off Jax's face, her overstimulated clit screaming for a moment's respite from the relentless assault of his tongue.
But Jax had no intention of letting her rest, he still wanted much more, and was just getting started.
His grip on her waist tightened, an unyielding band of steel that held her firmly in place.
He was a man on a mission, and his mission was to push her beyond the limits of her pleasure, to shatter her completely and remake her in the fires of overstimulation.
"♥No... no more...♥" Alexi whimpered, her voice a broken, pathetic plea. "♥I can't... Jax, please!♥"
He answered her not with words, but with a renewed, ferocious onslaught.
His tongue, which had been lapping gently at her folds, suddenly became a weapon of pure, concentrated pleasure.
