Every inch of me screamed for a release. Every atom thirsted for blood and violence. My teeth ached to sever Jethro's body—horrible images of killing him in the worst pain imaginable consumed my mind.The other part of me wanted to give him the most pleasurable, erotic blowjob he’d ever experienced, with the hope I would smash his walls, liquefy his ice, and melt him into the man Iknewwas inside.
His hands fisted my hair, grunting low in his chest. He drove into me, forcing himself deeper. “Take it.”
I gagged; spit ran from my lips. I struggled to maintain the furious rhythm he set, but he didn’t stop using me.
And more importantly, I didn’t falter.
I forced him high. I forced him fast.
I stroked and licked and sucked and swirled until everything bellowed with pain. My jaw, my neck, my shoulder, my wrist.
All in the name of winning.
Jethro’s stomach tensed, his balls tightened, and the musky smell of him shot up my nostrils, drenching my soul in his flavour.
His hands dug harder into my hair, fucking me just as surely as I fucked him. Our weapons were different, but we were duelling hard and fast.
Jethro groaned long and low as I cupped his balls and squeezed.
I’m winning.
I’m coming. I came down your throat.Kite’s message burned my brain; I threw in every last reserve I had. My eyes swam, my brain swirled, and the world tipped upside down.
But still I sucked, and in some far off dimension, where sanity no longer existed, I tasted the first splash of cum on my tongue.
Jethro cried out, his body bowstring tight as his hips drove his erection past my gag reflex and emptied himself inside me.
I had no choice but to swallow. My stomach rolled as his salty release disappeared down my throat. I felt sick. I felt empowered.
He shivered as the last wave of his orgasm finished, a soft groan coming from his parted lips.
Despite the abhorrent dislike I felt toward him, something luminous dazzled in my heart as I sat up. I smiled, victory burning brilliant and sweet.
Jethro’s light brown eyes met mine, wide with shock, pupils black with sated pleasure. He breathed hard and fast.
We didn’t say a word.
We didn’t have to.
We both knew who’d won.
And he was fucking pissed about it.
Chapter Six
Jethro
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FUCK.
Fuck her. Fuck me. Fuck everything.
For the first time in my life, I felt a stirring inside my frozen-over heart.
Not gratefulness or humaneness or tenderness.
No.
