Page 114 of Explosive Prejudice

“You like that, baby?” I asked, rocking myself on his dick. “You like me riding you raw?”

“Yes, fuck, yes.” Lust tinged his every word.

“Of course you do.” Grabbing his hand, I brought it to my abs and placed it on my lower stomach. “Because this is where you fucking belong, baby. Deep inside of me.”

Camilo’s eyes widened, and his breath caught before he clenched his jaw. “S-shit, I feel like I’m gonna come.”

Smirking, I leaned forward so his dick nearly slipped out, then plunged it back in, working my ass on him. Each time his cock slid in and out, it rubbed my prostate, bringing me closer to my orgasm.

Camilo was soaked in pleasure, so much so that he couldn’t even speak. He bit down on his bottom lip, trying to hold back from coming and filling me with his release. Fuck, did I want it. I wanted his cum so much my entire body burned for it, and for him to finally make me his, but not yet. There were still things I wanted to do, ways to show him how much he controlled me, and vice versa.

He is mine, and I am his.

Those words looped inside my screwed head as my hands moved on their own, finding their place around Camilo’s neck. His eyes snapped open, and fear flickered in them before he nodded, and I tightened my grip. His dick pulsed and throbbed as I continued to choke him, eyes growing wide and face turning red, but he didn’t ask me to stop. No. He thrust his hips up, pushing his cock deeper inside me. He then grabbed my forearm, his fingers digging into my flesh in a painful grip, hard enough for his nails to dig into me, before he froze.

I let go of his neck at once, just as his dick pulsed, and he came deep inside my ass, pumping me full with his cum. I rode his orgasm while stroking myself until my balls drew tight and I reached my own climax, shivers running down my spine as I shot my load all over his drained body. It was so intense, so pure, and fulfilling that, for once, my soul felt healed.

My only hope was for the same relief to wash over him, and perhaps I brought him the same bit of comfort he gave me just by existing.

Camilo was still panting, trying to calm down. He looked like a mess, unfocused, with his eyes half closed and his lips parted. Did I go too far with him? But then he slid his hands from my arms up to the back of my neck and pulled me close. Our bodies were plastered together, and my face was shoved in the crook of his neck. He didn’t speak but continued to hold me until he fell asleep.

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“Are you asleep?” I asked, nudging my body closer to Camilo.

He grunted, flipped onto his side, and tucked his arm underneath the pillow.

“Not anymore. What time is it?” he asked, rubbing his eyes.

“Three in the morning.”

His brows pulled into a concerned frown before he reached to stroke my cheek. “Is everything okay?”

I nodded, leaning into his touch.

“You sure? It isn’t your injuries?”

Even though my body was sore, that wasn’t what kept me awake, but the questions I’d been digging into as he slept.

“Why were you sent to juvie?”

“Is that what you’re thinking about at 3:00 a.m.?” He chuckled, then shifted to his back. He seemed to be in a much better mood than before we went to sleep, which helped me relax.

“Yes.”

“Can’t it wait until morning?”

“Absolutely not.”

He snorted a laugh. “Fine… So which time are you asking about?”

“Which time? How many times were you there?”

“Three.”

“You sure kept busy.” I chuckled. “Let’s start with the first time.”

“Let’s see…” He tucked his arms underneath his head while staring at the ceiling, and I took advantage of it to curl in his side. “The first time was in Florida. I told you that after my mom’s death, we were sent to live there with my uncle, right?”

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