Page 42 of Explosive Prejudice

“F-fuck,” I panted.

“You’re so wet for me.” He smeared my precum down my length.

“Yes.” I pushed harder into his fist.

“Fucking soaked.” Letting out a lazy chuckle, he slipped his fingers between my ass cheeks until he reached my hole. “So hot.”

He teased my entrance just a bit before he threw my legs over his shoulders and lifted my ass in the air.

“What are you doing… Oh!” I cried when his hot tongue touched my hole and moaned when he used it to tease my rim.

“You taste so fine,” he hummed, then went back to rimming my ass. First, he used the flat of his tongue to taunt the sensitive nerves before pushing it in, and I squirmed under his touch.

“H-how do you know what to do?” I panted, feeling my skin burning under the heat of his mouth.

Taking his tongue out, he spat on my hole and then used his thumb to smear his saliva before pushing his finger in. “I’ve eaten pussy before,” he said, continuously thrusting his finger. A part of me didn’t like the idea of him comparing me to the other partners he’d had, and I was ready to tell him he could piss off when he continued. “But before you say a word, yours is the best I’ve ever tasted.”

Shit. I loved it when he talked to me this way.

Nero then flipped me onto my stomach and wasted no time before continuing to rim my ass. The new position made it easier for me to move, and I began fucking against his tongue and fingers. Whimpering, I pushed back while rutting my painfully stiff cock against the sheets. I didn’t know if it was because I couldn’t see anything or because it was him, but sex had never felt like this before. Every touch sent chills down my spine, and every whisper reached my heart. Like it wasn’t only my body in flames but my very soul. Although the pleasure made me feel euphoric, I was present, sober. Nero stirred and flipped every nerve in my body, making me understand what it was like to feel. To actually feel and experience sex while not being high or drunk.

My skin was covered with sweat, and my back arched as I listened to the sounds coming from him, the enjoyment he held from feasting on my ass. It was everything I needed and more, and I could feel my orgasm building. Probably sensing I was about to burst, Nero withdrew.

“Wh-where are you?” I nearly cried out. Even though I could sense he was still behind me, it wasn’t enough.

“I’m right here,” he said, placing his hand around my throat and turning my head until I was met with his lips. I opened my mouth for him, and he pushed his tongue inside. I sucked on it, not giving a flying fuck he’d just used it to eat my ass. Tearing his lips from my mouth, he moved my hair out of the way and kissed the back of my neck. I moaned as he sucked on my skin, clearly leaving a mark, and cried for him to bite me—to own me.

“I am going to own you,” he whispered in my ear. “But in a completely different way.” As he spoke, I felt his erection shoved hard against the small of my back, and I climbed up the bed so it would align perfectly with my ass. I jerked my hips up, plowing against him.

“So impatient,” he chuckled, gripped my hair, and pulled my head back. “But we can’t go raw.” He kissed my exposed neck, sending shivers down my body.

“But I want to,” I whined, once again rutting my ass against him. “I’m negative.” Not knowing what possessed me because I never agreed to go bare with any partner, I continued. “You can just fuck me—”

“Shhhh.” He kissed between my shoulder blades and then shifted aside. I heard a drawer open and close before feeling him behind me again. As the sound of a condom ripping off reached my ears, I unsuccessfully tried to look behind me.

“It’s not because of you that I won’t fuck you raw.” I heard him opening something else, then felt the cold lube touching my skin. “But because of me,” he said, using two fingers to smear it over my hole, all while kissing down my back. “It’s been a while since I last got tested, and I can’t risk you.”

I swallowed hard because his care for me was too much to bear and squeezed my eyes shut, trying to hold back the threatening tears.

“You’re too gentle,” I whispered. “Too fucking gentle.”

“Am I?” He circled my entrance with two fingers and then pushed them in.

I gasped.

“Are you sure?”

“Y-yeah,” I panted as he pulled them out, only to shove them in again. He knew I needed some roughness, and he was beginning to give me what I craved. “Can’t feel a thing.”

“So let’s add another one.” Next thing I knew, I was fucking against three of his fingers, begging for more like my life depended on it.

“Listen to you. Three fingers, and it’s still not enough. Bet you can take my whole fist,” he said and slapped my ass hard enough for the sound to echo around us. I moaned from the pain, feeling eager for more.

“What do you say?” He ghosted his hand over the flesh he’d just spanked. “Think you’re ready to take me?”

“Y-yeah,” I panted as sweat trickled down my hot skin. “Fuck, yeah.”

“That’s my Llorón.”

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