THE NEXT DAY!
The first rays of the morning sun, soft and golden, filtered through the heavy curtains of the private bedroom that Jax and Serika were sleeping in.
The light painted stripes across the rumpled silk sheets.
If anyone entered the room, they'd immediately be hit by the air that was thick with the scent of Jax and Serika's passion.
It was a musky mix of sweat and sex, alongside Serika's sweet, floral aroma.
Jax stirred, his consciousness rising from the depths of a deep, sated sleep. For a moment, he was adrift in a hazy, warm fog, his mind a blank slate of contentment.
Then, as he was waking up, he began to feel something.
A slow, deliberate, and exquisitely familiar rhythm.
A tight, wet heat was enveloping his cock, rising and falling with a patient, sensual grace.
A soft, weighty warmth was pressed against his chest, and a cascade of purple silk brushed against his side with every movement.
