Page 85 of Explosive Prejudice

“W-what are you doing?” he asked as I climbed into the driver’s seat.

“Get your ass in the car, Shay-Lee.”

Stunned, he got in.

“What’s going on?” he asked while adjusting his hard-on.

“Ain’t no way I’m fucking you here.”

“But—”

“Put your seat belt on,” I said, cutting into his words, then rested my arm behind his seat and looked back, reversing the Benz out of the parking spot and onto the road.

“Can you get any hotter?”

“Just wait until I’m shoved balls-deep inside of you.”

Shay-Lee’s pupils grew to the size of a coin. Closing his mouth, he cleared his throat. “Holy shit.” He moved his hand down his body and squeezed himself over his pants.

“Fuck,” I hissed, drinking him up as he rubbed himself a bit more, heat flushing to his cheeks. A honk pulled me back to the road. I’d better keep my eyes off Shay-Lee if I didn’t want us to crash.

“Buckle up,” I told him once more since he ignored me the first time.

“Don’t want to.” He grinned as he leaned his body over the armrest and pressed his lips to my neck, sucking my skin hard enough to leave his mark. Moving his hand from my chest, he slid it down my body until he reached my stiff cock.

“Well, hello there,” he purred and cupped me over my jeans.

“Shay-Lee.” The warning in my voice was clear yet fell on deaf ears as he unzipped my jeans and began stroking me over my boxer briefs. I threw my head back and inhaled deeply while trying to stay focused on driving and keep my eyes open because his hand felt too fucking good.

His breath danced on my neck while his fingers traced the outline of my cock through my briefs, his thumb playing with my wet tip. When he pressed down on my shaft, my cock throbbed, and so I bucked my hips harder into his palm.

“You’re such an impatient brat,” I hissed.

“Yeah. I am.”

We both let out deep groans as he slid his hand underneath the thin cloth of my briefs and grabbed my hot length.

“God, I need this inside me.” Shay-Lee nearly cried as he began stroking me, using my precum to ease the friction before going faster. Squeezing me tight, his hand moved up and down my shaft as sounds of skin-on-skin filled the car. The only thing hotter than his hand was his reactions. I loved how aroused he got from pleasuring me—him leaning into my body, the hushed moans, the erection tenting his pants. He was an eager little kitten for my cock.

“So what are you waiting for?” I asked while my free hand played with his hair, pushing it back and stroking him gently. “Have it.”

When he looked up at me, I took my eyes away from the road for a second to see the lust burning behind his irises before he moved his head down. Not wasting another second, he spat on my dick, pulled my foreskin back, then flicked his tongue over the crown. He pressed his eager lips to my willing dick, opened his mouth, and took me in. I gripped the steering wheel harder while placing my other hand on his head, not pushing him further so he could pick the pace. And pace he picked. Like a pro, Shay-Lee sucked me hard, using his tongue and relaxing his jaw to take my whole girth in. Trying to split my attention between driving and him, I smirked at the sight of his head bobbing, followed by the delicious sounds coming from him. Fuck, I loved hearing him choke on my dick.

When I stopped at a red light, I closed my eyes to allow myself to be consumed with his mouth. “That’s it, Llorón, suck me like you’d die for my cock.” My head felt fuzzy as he worked on my dick, moaning and gagging around it. A long, irritating honk brought me back, making me aware that the light had turned green.

“You’re gonna kill us,” I laughed while hitting the gas. “Fuck, it would be hot, dying with your filthy mouth around me, my cum dripping down your chin.”

Shay-Lee let out a low moan, making my dick twitch inside his tight mouth before he took me deeper until the tip of my cock hit the back of his throat. He gagged, but that didn’t stop him from taking me farther down his throat. I pushed his head down and didn’t let go until his nose was pressed against my pubes. Fuck. And if it wasn’t enough, the needy brat stroked himself while blowing me. There he was, unable to breathe with my cock blocking his airways, and he was fapping himself.

Fucking genius.

He was absolutely everything.

The pleasure grew unbearable, my spine tingled, and my balls tightened up. Unable to hold it anymore, I came deep down his throat, making him swallow my load until the last fucking drop, and only then did I let him go. As I did, I felt warm spray wetting my thigh. When I looked down, his body shuddered as he shot his cum all over my pants. Some of it landed on the seats as well, and I wanted to clean it up with my tongue. Since it wasn’t possible while driving, I settled for a quick, sloppy kiss. With my eyes half open and focused on the road, I kissed him passionately, tasting myself on his lips.

He tastes like mine. And it was enough to awaken all the senses in my fucking body.

Diesel

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