Jax's grip on her hair tightened, a silent command that Lilith understood perfectly. She redoubled her efforts, her movements becoming more frantic, more desperate to please.
At this point, Lilith wasn't just sucking Jax's cock, she was basically making love with his masculine throbbing member with her mouth, a devout worshipper at the altar of his masculinity.
Her tongue danced and swirled, her lips suctioned tightly, and the hand on his balls kneaded with just the right amount of pressure, coaxing the heavy churning within.
She could feel his control beginning to fray. The low groans in his chest became more frequent, his hips beginning to twitch, thrusting shallowly into her mouth.
He was losing himself to the pleasure she was providing, and the knowledge sent a fresh wave of intoxicating power through her.
She, the Demon Goddess of Lust, was bringing the Demon King to his knees with nothing but her mouth.
