Page 18 of Hate Me

Maybe I should just take the edge off by taking matters into my own hands.

Quite literally.

I turned my nose up.

I didn’t really like doing that. Without somebody to feed off, my release was mild at best, and it wouldn’t be enough to satiate me the way I needed.

Although, it was better than nothing.

Fuck it.

I ripped off my tee and tossed it across the room.

Then I pulled off my sweatpants and boxers next.

I was about to start for the bed and settle in, when a knock sounded on my door.

I stilled, caught off guard, when my head had been in jerking off mode.

“Cal, it’s J. You still awake?” Jonah’s voice came.

Hmm.

Without another thought, I strode to the door and threw it open.

And there he was, all inked bulk and muscle, standing at the threshold.

His eyes widened as he took in the sight of me completely naked, and my cock hard and needy against my abs.

I smirked at his delicious reaction, and stroked myself for his viewing pleasure.

The hooding of his eyes and the sexy growl that came from him had jolts of bliss zipping through me.

“Yeah, I’m up,” I said.

The intended innuendo hit home and he grinned. “I’d say.”

His eyes fixed on me teasing my hard cock. It had his own erection pushing against his tight boxers.

“I’m warning you, Jonah, the way I’m feeling, you take a step across the threshold and I’ll tear into you. I won’t be able to hold back. I won’t stop until you’re choking on my cum, your ass raw from taking a merciless reaming from my big fat cock.”

His eyes darkened. “Exactly what I was counting on.”

He was pushing something into my free hand then, and I looked to see a packet of lube there.

Well, then.

I grabbed him by his nape and shoved him inside my room.

Kicking the door shut and locking it, I spun around to see him eagerly shoving down his boxers, then throwing them aside, his cock bouncing against his abs with his jerky movements.

I stalked to him, his eyes burning into mine with my every menacing step, clearly getting off on me taking it here. I tossed the packet of lube onto one of the pillows, then I wrenched his shoulders down, making him land on his ass at the foot of the bed. I fisted my hand in his hair, angling his head back, so it rested on the edge of the mattress. Then I grasped his jaw and shoved my thumb against his lips.

He opened right away, stretching his mouth wide, allowing me to ram my thumb inside and open him up for me. “Keep that throat open to me,” I commanded.

Then I straddled his face, pressed my palm to his forehead, keeping him immobile, as I thrust my cock into his wide, open mouth, driving deep right down his throat in one brutal motion.

He gagged for me like a good boy.

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