Page 129 of Explosive Prejudice

“You. Only you. Always you.”

Biting his lip and closing his eyes, Camilo’s body tensed, and his cock throbbed a second before he shot his load inside my abused hole. His dick pulsed, pumping me full with his hot release until he pulled out and let me down. It was hard to stand, and as I tried to get a grip on what was happening, he had already dropped to his knees before me and taken my painfully hard cock into his mouth. I cried, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as he sucked me whole. Every nerve in my body felt raw and exposed. My orgasm was almost too much to bear as I exploded down his throat and watched with amazement as he drank it all, not letting a drop go to waste. And when I thought it was over, he proved me wrong once again as he rose to his feet and kissed me.

“See how good I make you taste?” he said as I tasted myself on his lips and held me closer.

Moaning, I hummed a low yes.

“So be a good kitten, and remember that. Because next time you’re about to go out running after some nobody, I won’t be this kind.”

Leaning into him, I moved my hands over his head, tangling my fingers through his short hair while nodding.

“I won’t.”

“Good.”

He removed his hands from me and took a step back as I looked around the room.

“I need to find a shower,” I said while picking my clothes up from the floor.

“What for?” Camilo asked, tucking himself back in his pants.

I snorted. “Do you know how uncomfortable it is to walk around with my ass full of cum?”

Grabbing my waist, he pulled me close and slapped my ass. “Ain’t that the point of me coming inside?”

I shoved him away. “Fuck off.”

He laughed. “Seriously. What other reason is there, then? It’s not like I can get you pregnant.” Scratching his jaw, he paused. “I mean, the least I can do is try, right?”

Putting my pants back on, I tried to ignore that last comment because it made me feel hot and disturbed at the same time. “You’re an asshole,” I said and zipped myself up. “An absolute asshole.”

Glancing back at him, my eyes once again pinned on his bruises. “Are you going to tell me what happened to your face?”

Shrugging, he threw his arm around my shoulder. “Nothing important.”

“Camilo.”

“What?”

“Who did you fight with?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

Annoyed with his answer, I pushed away from him and moved toward the door. “If you don’t want to tell, fine, but then don’t be surprised when you find me talking with other guys.”

Shit, I shouldn’t have said that, and I regretted my words as soon as I’d uttered them. It had just been a reaction to him keeping secrets from me.

“What did you say?” He grabbed my arm and stepped close until we stood face-to-face. He looked furious, even more so than when he walked into the room to find me with Jordan.

Feeling ashamed for going this low, I averted my gaze to the floor.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“But you did anyway.” Dropping my arm, he turned around and began walking away when I snapped.

“I said I’m sorry.”

“Fuck off,” he grunted, then pulled his smokes from his pocket.

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