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My cock was significantly wider than my two fingers, but he hadn't been lying. He was ready for me. There was a moment of tension, Jonas held his breath and then his ass relaxed, and my cock slid inside his tight heat.

We both moaned.

Fuck. There had been altogether too much of a lead-up to this moment. I had to stay still, clearing my mind, to force back an imminent orgasm.

“You can move,” Jonas informed me, and I could hear his usual snide tone slipping into his voice.

Irritation burst through me, the need to prove myself fuelled by his tone.

I pushed my own pleasure aside and started fucking him.

Chapter Five

Jonas

Peter's cock pounded into me, again and again, ruthlessly drilling me until I was a mess on the bed, shouting incoherently into the pillows.

His hands gripped my hips tight enough to leave bruises, pulling me back to meet each thrust and goddamn, it was doing it for me. I could do nothing but let him have his way as my entire body became overwhelmed with pleasure, each punishing thrust nearly sending me up the wall.

I could feel the come slipping out of my cock, like an orgasm was starting, but not able to stop, instead forced to go on every time he pushed deep into me. And I didn't want it to stop. It was so good. Too good. I almost couldn't take it.

Above me, Peter let out a growl, unloading inside me, finally stilling, his balls clenching against mine as the last few tremors of come were milked from my sac and his seed flooded my insides.

Peter stayed there for a minute, just breathing, and his hands, now soft, stroked over my skin, soothing the spots he'd been clutching so tightly.

I groaned, still too weak to move as it all slowly ended and real life came floating back.

Finally, he pulled out, releasing me.

I promptly fell forward, completely flat. I couldn't move if I tried.

"Shit," Peter muttered softly, and then the bed dipped as he sat next to me and carefully helped me roll over.

My cheeks heated. I couldn't bring myself to look at him because I hadn't expected to like that as much as I had. I hadn't expected him to blow my fucking world so hard I could barely function.

"Hang on," he said and got up, leaving my room with the door wide open.

What was he doing?

I struggled to sit up, but he was back before I could.

"No, stay down. I've got you."

I blinked, collapsing again as I realized he'd returned with a damp towel.

I couldn't exactly process what he was doing as he started carefully cleaning the come from between my thighs. He was doing it so gently that my brain didn't even want to try to make sense of him.

He wiped my cock so tenderly you would think it was breakable.

And then he bent his head down over my hips and kissed the softened flesh so gently my entire chest suddenly ached.

"What are you doing?" I whispered.

He shrugged, not looking at me.

"Just cleaning us up."

I bit my lip because he wasn't cleaning himself up at all. He was entirely focused on me and his big, beautiful cock was hanging there, soft, and still shiny with lube and come.

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