Intense Eclipse of Forbidden Flames 🔥
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Chapter 1: The Lingering Throb 💋
Sophia gripped the leather seat in the blacked-out SUV convoy snaking through the neon haze of Aether Bay’s waterfront. Her pussy still ached from last night’s frenzy, a dull, insistent pulse that made her shift uncomfortably. She’d been married twenty years to Marcus, a silver-haired financier with a cock that barely stirred anymore, but Jax? That brutal stranger had wrecked her in ways Marcus never dreamed.
She remembered the yacht party first, not the slaughter. God, the sex. It hit her in flashes, raw and unfiltered. Up on the deck of Victor Blackwood’s monstrous Stormchaser, away from the champagne-sipping elites. Jax had cornered her against the railing, his massive hands yanking up her silk gown. No words, just that feral grin splitting his stubbled face.
“You want this, don’t you, rich bitch?” he’d growled, fingers plunging straight into her soaked slit. Sophia had gasped, thighs quivering. Married. Untouchable. But her body betrayed her, gushing around his invasion. He fingered her roughly, thumb grinding her clit until stars burst behind her eyelids.
Then he spun her around, bent her over the rail. The ocean wind whipped her hair as he freed his cock—thick, veined, monstrous. It slapped her asscheek, hot and heavy. “Beg for it,” he demanded.
“Fuck me. Please, god, fuck me intense,” she’d whimpered, shocking herself. He rammed in without mercy, stretching her walls to their limit. Each thrust slammed her forward, tits bouncing wildly against the cold metal. The slap of his hips against her ass echoed like gunfire. Salt air filled her nostrils, mixed with his musky sweat and her own dripping arousal.
She came first, screaming into the night, cunt clenching like a vice. Jax didn’t stop. He pounded harder, grunting obscenities. “Tight married pussy. Gonna flood you.” Hot spurts filled her, leaking down her thighs as he pulled out, smacking her ass red.
But that was just the warmup. Minutes later, Lila—the sharp-tongued heiress to the Voss fashion empire—stumbled upon them. Instead of scandal, Jax dragged her in too. Sophia watched, mesmerized, as he throat-fucked Lila against the same rail, gagging sounds mixing with the waves crashing below.
Sophia’s mind reeled back to the present. The convoy halted at the private marina where Jax’s sleek superyacht, Eclipse, loomed like a predator in the dawn fog. No airships here—just billionaire toys slicing through azure waters. Her role? Emissary for the two remaining kingpins of Aether Bay: Harlan Voss, the ruthless real estate baron, and Dr. Elena Reyes, the biotech queenpin. Victor Blackwood was dead. Bisected like meat at a butcher shop. And Jax had done it with a flick of power no one understood.
Her driver opened the door. Sophia stepped out, legs wobbly, the scent of briny sea hitting her like a slap. Gifts trailed in armored trucks: rare wines, encrypted data drives loaded with offshore accounts, custom prosthetics from Reyes’ labs—each a bribe wrapped in velvet. “Tell him we’re friends,” Harlan had said, eyes hard. “Get him gone.”
Chapter 2: Flash of Carnage
Flashback clawed at Sophia as she boarded the gangway. After fucking Lila’s face until tears streamed, Jax had zipped up casually, strolling back to the party like nothing. But Victor— that bloated tycoon with his private security and whispers of black-market augmentations—had overheard Jax’s taunts to Lila. “Back off, or I’ll end you. And your grandpa can’t save you.”
Victor warped in, space-bending tech humming from his wrist implant. The air cracked, invisible blades materializing. Guests dropped, knees buckling under his aura. Sophia had clutched the bar, heart hammering, as those rifts zeroed on Jax.
But Jax… his eyes ignited like twin black holes. Power rippled off him, sucking the rifts from Victor’s control. They fused into a shimmering blade in his palm. One lazy swing—Victor’s torso split, guts spilling hot and steaming onto the teak deck. Blood sprayed, metallic tang overwhelming champagne fizz. No alarms. No retaliation. Jax vanished in a blink, leaving silence thicker than fog.
Sophia blinked, now on Eclipse’s deck. Jax lounged shirtless by the infinity pool, muscles rippling under inked skin—tattoos of coiled serpents and shattered crowns. His gaze locked on her, predatory. “Sophia. Back for more?”
She swallowed, handing over the encrypted tablet. “Harlan and Elena send regards. Your yacht gets top priority at the elite slips. Gifts inside. No strings.”
He smirked, circling her. Fingers trailed her collarbone, dipping into cleavage. “Intense night, huh? Your cunt still remembers.”
Heat flooded her core. Marcus’ face flickered—guilt? Buried under need. Jax yanked her close, mouth crashing onto hers. Tongues battled, tasting whiskey on him. Hands roamed, pinching nipples through silk.
“On your knees,” he ordered. Sophia dropped, knees scraping deck. His cock sprang free, already rigid. She engulfed it, slurping greedily. Salty pre-cum coated her tongue. He face-fucked her, balls slapping chin, gagging her until drool dripped.
“Good slut wife,” he groaned. She hummed around him, pussy dripping onto the wood.
Chapter 3: Depths of Negotiation
Jax hauled her up, ripping her blouse open. Buttons pinged into the pool. Full tits spilled out, dark nipples pebbled. He latched on, sucking hard enough to bruise, teeth grazing. Sophia moaned, grinding against his thigh. “Fuck, yes… intense,” she gasped.
He shoved her onto a lounger, spreading legs wide. Her lace thong was shredded away. Pussy lips glistened, swollen. “Dripping for stranger cock again.” Two fingers speared in, curling against her G-spot. She bucked, squirting a little arc onto his wrist.
“Taste yourself.” He smeared her juices across her lips. Then his mouth dove in, tongue lashing clit like a whip. Suction pulled screams from her throat. Fingers pumped, stretching her. Orgasm hit like a tidal wave, thighs clamping his head.
Not done. Jax flipped her onto all fours, ass high. Spit-lubed his thumb, pressing into her virgin pucker. “Ever taken it here, wife?”
“N-no… Marcus too vanilla.”
“Mine now.” Cock nudged her slit first, slamming balls-deep. Alternating thrusts—pussy, then ass-fingering. She pushed back, begging. “Stretch me. Ruin me.”
He obliged, withdrawing to prod her asshole. Inch by burning inch, he sank in. Sophia howled, pain melting to filthy bliss. Full. Owned. He railed her bowels, hand fisting hair, slapping ass crimson.
“Cum in my ass!” she cried. Hot jets flooded her, leaking out as he pulled free. Collapsing, she licked him clean, tasting their mess.
Panting, Jax eyed the gifts. “Tell your bosses thanks. I’ll be gone tomorrow.”
Sophia nodded, body humming. But doubt gnawed. What if he stayed?
New scene: Hours later, Lila showed up uninvited, Voss ring glinting. “Grandpa’s dead. You owe me.”
Jax laughed. “Suck my dick for info.” Lila knelt eagerly, Sophia watching, jealous fire igniting anew.
Chapter 4: Tangled Alliances
The threesome erupted spontaneously. Lila’s designer dress pooled at her feet, revealing pierced nipples and a shaved mound tattooed with “Daddy’s Toy.” Jax positioned them side-by-side on knees, cocksucking relay. Sophia deepthroated, gagging gloriously; Lila swirled tongue around balls.
“Fight for it,” Jax commanded. They did—tongues dueling over shaft, lips bumping. Sophia won, mounting him reverse cowgirl. Ass cheeks spread, she impaled on his pole, riding with abandon. Lila straddled his face, grinding pussy on mouth.
Grunts, slurps, wet smacks filled the air. Salt breeze carried their musk. Sophia’s tits heaved, sweat-slick. Lila pinched her nipples, drawing yelps. “Intense little whore,” Lila mocked.
Switch. Jax bent Lila over the rail, double-penetrating with fingers in ass. Sophia knelt beneath, lapping Lila’s clit and Jax’s swinging sack. Lila squirted, drenching Sophia’s face—tart nectar.
Climax chain: Jax pulled out, blasting ropes across both faces. They kissed, swapping cum, tongues messy and pink.
Post-orgasm haze, Lila confessed: Harlan and Reyes plotted against weakened Blackwood remnants. Jax shrugged. “Not my war.”
Sophia, spent, thought of home. Marcus waited, oblivious. But her body craved this chaos.
New conflict: Armed goons from Blackwood’s son arrived, guns blazing. Jax waved—bullets froze midair, crumpling like foil. He crushed their leader’s skull barehanded, brains splattering warm gore. “Anyone else?”
Sophia came untouched, the violence twisting her pleasure receptors.
Chapter 5: Reckoning Tides
Dawn broke bloody. Sophia dressed in borrowed robe, cum stains crusting thighs. Jax lounged, sipping coffee black as his soul. “Your bosses want peace? Tell ’em it’s bought.”
She relayed via secure line. Harlan’s voice cracked: “Gifts accepted. Docks ready.”
But Sophia lingered. “Take me with you.”
Jax eyed her, amused. “Married slut wants adventure?” One last fuck sealed it—missionary on the master bed, sheets silk and sea-scented. Slow at first, building to intense frenzy. Legs over shoulders, cock battering cervix. She clawed his back, drawing blood beads tasting coppery.
“Breed me. Fuck Marcus out,” she begged. He did, pumping deep loads until belly swelled slightly.
Lila bailed earlier, tail between legs. Sophia chose Jax’s world. As Eclipse engines thrummed, powering from the bay, she knelt again. “Your whore forever.”
Aether Bay shrank astern, politics churning without them. Harlan and Reyes divvied Blackwood’s empire, whispers of Jax the ghost rippling elites’ fears.
Sophia smiled, Jax’s cock in mouth. New life. Raw. Unchained. Intense flames eternal. 🔥
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