Jonah might have stopped at her warning, might have pulled out suddenly and flipped her over, got her into a new position and started pupmping the fuck out of her that way. He might have done her doggy style, reaching around to grab at her tits and squeeze, slam against her ass - he MIGHT have, but he was so close to orgasm it was beyond ridiculous and there was no way he was going to give up this moment.
He could build her up again later. The night was young. Right now he slammed hard, forgetting rolling his hips and curving and all that shit that made the first part so delicious. Primal need was taking over, making Jonah lose all thought apart from the fact that Celia looked impossibly hot with her breasts bouncing. Hearing them mix together with each thrust...
"Oh fuck yeah," he growled, then repeated himself, continuing to grow louder as the pressure in his stomach grew. His thrusts became shorter but deeper, still pounding into her with the strength of his body, putting his full force behind it. "You gonna come then, slut? Huh? You gonna cum around my cock, wring me dry?... make me cum, slut, tighten.... fuck me, come on, grind down..."
But Jonah was too close to be doing this dirty talk without effect. As soon as Celia tightened around him he pulsed inside of her, yelling out her name, a string of curses, riding it out deep inside of her til he she was almost engulfing him, rocking until he was spent.