Page 128 of Explosive Prejudice

“There isn’t even a choice,” I said, sticking my bare ass out while looking at him over my shoulder.

My willingness didn’t seem to console Camilo as he flicked the lock and pushed my head against the hardwood. Once I stepped out of my clothes, he kicked my legs wider apart.

I bit my lip, arched my back, and waited with bated breath for what he planned to do next.

“Spread that ass for me,” he ordered, and I did.

I spread myself wide for him. A moment later, he shoved two fingers into my mouth, making me gag. He pressed hard on my tongue and pushed them in, collecting as much saliva as he could before taking them out and using the same fingers to push inside my hole.

“Shit,” I hissed at the sharp yet wanted intrusion. I groaned with pleasure as he thrust his fingers in and out of me, nearly reaching my prostate with each push.

“Always so wet and ready for a fuck,” he rasped in my ear, pulling his fingers out and spitting into his hand, then adding a third finger to stretch me wider. “What a dirty little slut.”

“Fuck yeah, I’m your slut,” I moaned and was quickly pulled back against him, only so he could take my mouth in a heated kiss. Not taking his fingers out, he assaulted my mouth with his tongue, pushing it in and sucking on mine. He had a slit on his lips, so I darted my tongue to lick the fresh wound, groaning at the metallic taste of his blood. Camilo held my jaw and angled my face to have better access and kissed me until I grew weak in the knees. Heat rose in the pit of my stomach, and my body ached to have more of him. So much more.

As if sensing my need, Camilo pulled his fingers out. Spreading my cheeks, he spat directly on my hungry hole a second before he rubbed his bare tip against it.

“Fuck yes,” he growled as he pushed in at once, shoving his dick until his balls smacked against my ass.

Unable to control myself, I cried out loud, and in response, Camilo covered my mouth with his palm.

“You want people to hear you so desperately, don’t you?” he rasped after shoving my head against the door again.

Sounds of laughter came from outside, and the idea that the only partition between them and us was a mere door made my cock jerk up and my ass clench around him.

A wild laugh escaped Camilo as he held his hand harder around my mouth, followed by another thrust of his hips. “You’re such a pervert. But if you want to get caught taking my cock like a two-dollar slut, that can be arranged.”

He moved his free hand to the door handle, and I panicked. I wanted to protest, to scream no, but his hand kept my mouth from making a sound, so I desperately shook my head. Knowing he was bluffing didn’t stop my body from reacting the way it did, as waves of arousal kept taking over, causing my cock to leak with precum.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so hard,” he hissed between pants. “My dirty little skank just loves the idea of getting caught.”

He was being so mean tonight, and that made me fucking wet. With each of his slurs, my cock grew harder until it throbbed and pulsed between my thighs. Grabbing myself, I began stroking my aching dick in the same rhythm he was fucking into me.

With his hand still blocking my mouth, I breathed through my nose while tears of pleasure wetted my eyes. My cheeks burned as they rolled down my face, turning me into a hot mess. Suddenly, the room began to spin, and I would have flopped to the floor if not for Camilo grabbing me.

Placing his hand on my stomach, he waited as I took a moment to catch my breath.

“S-shit, I think it’s the booze,” I said, still feeling a bit dizzy but not nearly enough for it to stop me. “You don’t need to stop.” But Camilo had already pulled me up, turned my body around, and lifted me in his arms.

“Who said I’m about to?” With his hands hooked underneath my knees, he shoved my back against the door as he plunged back inside so quickly that I lost all the air in my lungs with a long gasp.

“Fuck!” I cried, sending my head back and wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders.

So far, we’d never done it in this position, and I wondered why because it felt un-fucking-real. Holding me up in the air, with my legs wrapped around his waist, Camilo fucked into me so deep it felt as if he’d split me in half. There was nothing I could do other than cry out my lungs, not giving a shit if I’d be heard, as he worked my ass open while filling me to the brim.

My muscles burned, my body ached, and my head pounded. My need to come was unbearable, and I’d lose my mind if it didn’t happen soon.

Leaning into me, he took over my mouth and rolled our tongues together.

“Who do you belong to?” he asked after breaking the kiss.

“You,” I cried.

“And who owns you?”

Fuck, I was losing my mind.

“Who owns you?” he repeated, tightening his grip around me so it was painful.

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