Chapter 49: Chapter 49 : Morning to be Remembered**
Jennifer’s eyes opened slow in the morning.
The first thing she saw was Jax on top of her. His eyes lit up after seeing her awake, he was happy he hadn’t woken her. He still had some morals.
He just waited for her eyes to crack open a bit so he could fuck and farm more DP.
He grabbed her legs fast. She was still foggy from sleep, trying to catch up.
He pulled her close. She was naked. He was too but kept his underwear on.
"I need my reward," he said. "For being a good boy as I didn’t wake you up."
"But I wasn’t really awake," she mumbled. "I’d have gone back to sleep. You were just there."
’Reward for the gift?’ he thought quick, smirking inwardly. "Yeah? Then reward me for the shit I handed you yesterday no that was today. The papers. The empire back in your claws. That’s worth a morning fuck, right?"
"You horny dog," she spat, voice laced with venom and exhaustion, her pussy clenching involuntary still in pain.
He chuckled "Remember, I’ve got two hours left on our full-day deal. Return gift for the lifeline I tossed your ass."
She sighed, long and defeated, "Fine." She flopped back on the pillows, one hand propping her chin like a bored queen, eyes half-lidded in mock indifference. Her naked curves sprawled inviting—full tits heaving slow, nipples pebbled from the chill, thighs still spread wide with his cock plugging her loose hole.
Jax didn’t waste a breath. He shoved his underwear down in a frantic kick, freeing the beast.
Nine inches now—thicker, veined like twisted ropes, the new buff making it throb with a painful ache even for him. Pre-cum beaded at the slit, fat and glistening. ’Fuck, this’ll wreck her,’ he thought, but the hunger won.
Jennifer peeked one eye open, bored mask cracking. Her gaze dropped to the monster bobbing free, and she froze. ’Dream... It has to be a dream. That thing was big before, but this? It’s a nightmare cock, swollen twice as fat.’ Her dry pussy twitched in dread.
Time was low—Eros was ticking, deal clock was ticking too. Jax gripped the base, angling the blunt head at her parched folds. They resisted, puffy lips parting slow, no slick to ease the invasion.
He forced it—inch by inch, the girth stretching her raw channel tight. Shhk... the burn ripped a gasp from her throat, her hips bucking against the hurt.
"Fuck—slow—" But he didn’t. He sank deeper, focused feral, until the head kissed her cervix. Then he pushed harder—too far—ramming the barrier with his thick cock, grinding hard.
Jennifer’s back arched, a low scream tearing free—half pain, half shock. "Ahhh! Ngh—stop, you bastard!" Her nails clawed the sheets, thighs quaking as tears pricked her eyes. The intrusion bloated her belly, that fat cockhead bullying her deepest wall, veins scraping every ridge inside.
[Devotion Point +3]
Jax smiled wicked, ignoring the mournful whimper. ’Pain’s good—Its breaking her faster. Good it will help me farm more points. I will Recover the hundred I blew on Surge. No Make it double.’ He pulled back slow, her pussy clinging desperate, then slammed home—pah!—balls slapping her ass, churning her guts into fire. Her tits jiggled wild with the impact, nipples tracing arcs in the air.
He rutted like a machine, hips snapping brutal—each plunge deeper, harder, the nine-inch log reshaping her cunt around its girth.
Wet slaps filled the room, her dry walls slickening unwilling with friction-heat, juices bubbling up to coat his pistoning dick. "Take it, Jennifer," he grunted, hands mauling her thighs, spreading her wider for the assault. "Your pussy’s mine—squeezing like a greedy slut. Feel that stretch? That’s my gift back to you."
She tried to stay bored—eyes squeezed shut, lip bitten raw—but the pain twisted to twisted heat, her clit throbbing neglected under his pubes. "Nngh... too big... It hurts—" But her hips rolled traitor, grinding back as he hit that spot, sparks exploding behind her eyes.
He leaned down, sucking a nipple into his mouth—teeth grazing the peak, tongue lashing wet—while his cock battered her cervix like a drum.
Minutes blurred to an hour of perversion: he flipped her doggy, ass high, spanking her cheeks red as he reamed her from behind—cock disappearing in her jiggling globes, pulling out to watch her gaping hole wink desperate. "Scream for me," he demanded, fingers dipping to her asshole—two plunging deep, scissoring her shithole while his dick wrecked her pussy.
She did—hoarse cries echoing, begging "Slow—let it out—please!" But he laughed, pounding faster, the dual stretch making her squirt a weak dribble onto the sheets.
Her ass was already flooded—three loads baked dry from yesterday’s ass-fucks—but her pussy wept fresh, untouched till now.
He held off, teasing the edge, until she shattered: hands shoving his chest weak, body convulsing as she came. "Ahhhh—fuck!" Juices exploded—hot, gushing squirt soaking his abs, submerging his cock in her horny flood.
The spray hit his chest, dripping down to mix with the sweat and cream.
[Devotion Point +5]
The two-hour deal clock beeped silent in his mind. Jax groaned, slamming deep one last time—cum erupting in thick, burning ropes, painting her womb white. Spurt after endless spurt bloated her, overflow bubbling out around his base, her pussy milking every drop like a vice.
He pulled out with a wet pop, checking the surge.
[Total Devotion Points: 95]
’In just two hours? Damn. Next two, I’ll double it easy.’
But Jennifer stirred slow, rolling off the bed on shaky legs. Cum trailed down her thighs in sticky rivers, her pussy gaping red and ruined.
"The deal’s done," she rasped, voice iced steel as she snatched her bathrobe, cinching it tight over her marked tits and bruised hips. "You can eat breakfast with us. Then leave."
’Shit,’ Jax thought, pulse spiking. ’No more farming. She’s locking down.’
She shuffled to the bathroom. Jax splashed water on his face—her squirt still tacky on his skin—then peeked in. Jennifer stood at the sink, toothbrush foaming, eyes distant in the mirror.
Ideas flashed: beg, charm, force a round. He leaned in the doorframe, innocent puppy eyes wide. "Please... can I have more fun? Just slightly. One hour?"
She met his gaze in the reflection, foam at her lips. "Now what?"
"One hour? Pretty please?" His face pleaded—big eyes, soft pout, the works.
She spat, rinsing hard. "You horny dog. You’re not done? What the hell are you, a pervert piece of trash?"
But his face cracked her—soft, almost boyish. She sighed deep, robe loosening at the throat. ’This mysterious guy... every time I think I know him, it shatters my world. Devil or fool or a Genius with a mask?’ "Fine. Exact one hour. Don’t disturb my preperations, Have your fun till I’m ready for breakfast."
Jax pounced, arms snaking around her from behind—cock, still iron from the surge, spearing up between her thighs. He hiked the robe, slamming home into her cum-slick pussy. Shhk—the girth split her wide again, head nudging her battered cervix.
Jennifer gripped the sink, toothbrush trembling as she brushed—foam flecking her chin from the jolts. "Nngh—steady..." But he rutted steady-deep, hips rolling to grind her clit on his base.
The force bucked her forward, paste slipping from her mouth in white dribbles, splattering the mirror. Her walls fluttered, pain-pleasure coiling tight as his veiny monster dragged her raw.
Minutes in, he buried deep—cum blasting hot into her depths, flooding her womb anew. Thick jets overflowed, trickling down her calves.
[Devotion Point +4]
Toothbrush down, she reached for the shower but Jax grabbed her wrist, spinning her. "I can clean you up. Why not you clean me too?"
"Don’t be stupid," she snapped, eyes flashing. "I said no interfering—"
"Come on. It’ll be fun." His grin wicked, he dropped to the cool marble floor, yanking her down into 69—her dripping pussy hovering over his mouth, his nine-inch cock jutting up like a spear at her face.
She straddled reluctant, but he dove in—tongue lashing her swollen clit, slurping the mixed cum from her folds. "Mmm—fuck, taste that?" His lips suctioned her puffy lips, sucking hard, nose buried in her ass crack as he tongue-fucked her hole.
Jennifer gasped, mouth watering at the throbbing beast below. She leaned, lips brushing the flared head—salty pre-cum smearing her tongue. But it was massive; she could only swallow the tip, cheeks hollowing as she sucked sloppy.
Jax bucked up, forcing more—half his length shoving past her tonsils, gagging her throat. "Gluck—gluck—" Saliva poured, bubbling down his shaft in thick ropes, dripping onto his balls as she choked, tears welling.
He moaned into her pussy, vibrations humming her clit—tongue swirling her asshole now, dipping in to rim the cum-smeared ring.
Minutes blurred: her head bobbing frantic, throat bulging with his girth; his mouth devouring her, fingers spreading her cheeks to lap deeper. She gagged wet, spit-sheened cock popping free to slap her cheek, strings connecting before she dove back.
[Devotion Point +10]
[Total: 109]
Her thighs quaked—shaking violent as climax hit. "Mmph—!" She ripped free, twisting around—rubbing her soaked pussy frantic on his thigh, clit grinding desperate. Juices erupted—wild squirt arcing hot, splattering the mirror in glassy streaks, fogging it with her horny spray. Droplets rained on the tiles, pooling around them.
[Devotion Point +8]
[Total: 117]
Time melted in the steam: shower together—he pinned her to the wall, cock reaming her ass under the spray, water sluicing cum down her crack as she clawed the tiles, moaning broken.
Dressing? He bent her over the vanity mid-zip, fucking her pussy raw while she fumbled buttons—tits spilling free, mirror fogged with her foggy gasps. Each thrust popped her hips forward, cock churning her to another gush, semen leaking onto her heels.
[Devotion Point +20]
He had gained +93 DP from all these stages.
[Total: 230]
A knock echoed. The maid’s voice filtered through: "Madam, breakfast preparations are complete. You can come whenever you’re ready."
Jennifer straightened, robe cinched tight over the fresh bruises, "Time’s up. I’ve given everything you needed."
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[A/N:] Your author is currently running on caffeine and zero sleep. Motivation levels: critically low. Only gifts can heal this poor soul ; preferably any of it.