Page 11 of Mauled by the Minotaur

Damon fucked up gently and Jonah clenched around the toy in his arse as the head of Damon’s cock stretched his lips wide. Salt burst across his tongue and Jonah moaned.

Damon didn’t seem to care that Jonah couldn’t take all of him. He fucked up fast, and when Jonah stroked the base of Damon’s cock, he moaned, the grip on Jonah’s hair tightening.

Jonah relaxed his jaw more, closing his eyes. When the head of Damon’s cock finally pushed past his lips, he groaned. His arse squeezed around the toy, and he was certain it swelled again, pressing constantly against his prostate.

Damon fucked his throat relentlessly. Jonah sucked in a breath every time he pulled back, but his jaw ached, eyes streaming.

“Such a pretty little slut,” Damon cooed. He fucked back inside and groaned when Jonah made a choking sound, rolling his hips against the mattress. “Never met anyone so eager to choke themselves on my cock.”

Jonah whined, sucking in another breath when Damon pulled out, rubbing his cock against Jonah’s lips.

“Do you want to swallow my cum, or can I paint your pretty face?”

“Both,” Jonah managed. His voice came out rough. Damon’s expression darkened. He sat up and grabbed the base of the toy, pushing it in deeper. Jonah screamed, his cock twitching as he almost came.

“Open up again.”

Jonah did as he was told, and Damon shoved his cock inside. He fucked Jonah’s face hard, hips bucking upwards, and Jonah held onto Damon’s hips.

Spurts of cum shot down his throat and over his tongue as Damon pulled out. He groaned, jerking himself fast, and Jonah flinched as the first stripe of cum landed on his face.

The next painted his lips and Jonah’s tongue darted out for a taste as more cum landed on his cheek and chin. As Jonah watched, Damon’s cock thickened in his hand, just like he’d said.

Damon leaned back once he was done, breathing hard. He tipped his head back to look at the ceiling. Jonah licked his lips, reaching back to fuck himself with the toy as he tasted Damon.

“Get up here.”

Damon dragged Jonah up until he was straddling Damon’s hips again. They kissed, and Jonah rocked back when Damon fucked the toy in and out of him. He came with a quiet cry against Damon’s mouth, rubbing his cock against Damon’s hard abs.

The toy thickened again, and Jonah collapsed on Damon’s chest. He was breathing like he’d just run a marathon.

Damon stroked a hand down Jonah’s spine. He didn’t make a move to take the toy out, but it had stopped swelling, though Jonah could still feel Damon’s own hard cock nudging against him.

“Maybe later,” Damon said, laughing lightly. “Wouldn’t want to kill you before you get to the others.”

Never in his life had Jonah considered being fucked to death, but he thought Damon might be the one to take him there. God, he’d love every minute of it.

Jonah kissed the underside of Damon’s jaw. “Okay,” he said, voice coming out slightly slurred. “We should do a video later. Like with Finley.”

Damon grabbed Jonah’s arse, pulling him as close as they could be together. “By all means. We’ll get you some food first. I think I could make you cum five times before the toy’s too big for you.”

Jonah groaned. He needed to clean up, but he couldn’t bring himself to move. And theideaof it…

“You’re gonna be the death of me.”

“Gladly, pretty boy.”