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“Yup,” I say quickly before bobbing back on his dick. He’s going to cum, just not right this minute.
Faster than I expected, he finishes the bottle and drops his head back to the headboard. He groans as a bead of pre-cum forms, and I lick it away, the salty flavor assaulting my tongue. I crawl up his body, kiss his neck, then his lips.
“Such a good boy.” I bite his lower lip.
“Please,” he groans, and I stroke him harder and faster until his hips are rocking into me. He’s almost there, the red flush of his cheeks and the whimpering moans are a telltale sign he’s riding that edge of no return. Without warning, I let go of him and slide my hand down to cup his balls.
“I hate you,” he sobs, covering his eyes with his arm and sucking in some deep breaths.
“You're gonna pass the fuck out when I let you cum and you know it.” I kiss his cheek and pepper his jaw with kisses. I’m only waiting for the alcohol to hit, then I’ll fuck him until he blacks out.
When he looks at me again, his eyes are glassy with liquor, and I smile at him.
“Drunk Jonah is my favorite fuck toy,” I say against his lips. “Drunk Jonah fucks like a whore, with no inhibitions. He’s a dirty, dirty boy.”
“Then fuck me,” he demands with the sexual frustration riding him hard. I’ve been edging him all fucking day just to get him to this point, ready to snap and blow a load so hard he'll see stars. Mindless with pleasure, just the way I want him. He’s about ready to snap.
I open my pants and shove them down to my knees along with my boxer briefs. Gripping his thighs, I pull him down enough to get a good angle on his hole. I take the lube from the drawer next to the bed and make sure my dick is coated well. Pushing one of his legs up toward his chest, I slide my dick between his cheeks to find his hole and push against it.
He groans when I push inside him, his fingers gripping the sheets as I sink into him. I lean over to kiss him while I fuck him deep.
“You’re covered in blood,” he protests, turning his mouth away from mine.
I grab his chin with my hand and crash our lips together, smearing my blood on his mouth. I barely feel the pain in my lip as I dig my fingers into his cheek to keep him still, taking his mouth in a brutal kiss. The adrenaline of the fight needs an outlet, and I’m going to make it his problem.
He’s squeezing my cock as my hips slam against his ass, and his fingers grip my arms, digging into my skin hard enough to bruise.
I pull from his lips and slide my hand down to his throat, squeezing just hard enough to make him wheeze. His eyes lock on mine, his face and chest flushed red with alcohol and arousal.
“Fuck me, break me,” he rasps. A savage smile turns my lips up. I pull out of him and lift his hip to roll over.
“Hold on to the top of the headboard.”
Jonah lifts to his knees, then grips the wood and holds on. I force his legs wider with my own and grip his hips.
“Arch.” His back curves more, offering his ass like the good boy he is. Dragging my dick through his cheeks, I find his hole and push in, setting a hard, fast pace. I need him desperate and back on the edge. To take my anger and fear and frustration out on his body. He gives me what I need.
I drag my fingers down his chest and bite at his neck, leaving marks on skin that already have them. Jonah pushes back into me, meeting my thrusts with his own. I slap his ass and grin when my handprint appears.
“You’re my slutty boy, aren’t you?” I growl in his ear.
“Yes,” he groans at the change in angle. “Pleasepleaseplease.”
I wrap an arm around his neck and pull him up to meet my chest, his back arching beautifully.
“Stroke yourself. Get there first and you can cum.”
He whimpers and starts tugging on his dick like his life depends on it. At this moment, it probably does. His balls must be so full of cum they’re sore and ready to explode.
His ass tightens around me until it’s almost painful. His groans turn into moans, and his skin heats.
“Come on, Bible Boy, cum for me.” I bite his ear and pull on it as his entire body tightens, cum shooting onto the sheets and headboard as his hand works his dick. I can almost hear his eyes rolling back into his head. Jonah holds onto my arm and drops his head back to moan into my ear.
“Fill me up,” he groans, and I’m done. My orgasm hits me with the force of a Mack truck, and I explode inside of him, breathing hard and no longer sure what year it is.
I drop to my ass, bringing Jonah with me to sit on my lap while I rest my forehead between his shoulder blades and try to breathe.
We sit that way for a few minutes, absorbing the comfort of being skin to skin, post world-altering orgasms.
