Page 28 of Explosive Prejudice

“I knew it,” he said proudly. “I just knew you were Colombian.”

“So why ask?”

Looking at me over his shoulder, he gave me a mischievous grin. “Because I can.”

Fuck, he’s sexy. So sexy that even though the ointment was already completely soaked in, I still couldn’t bring myself to remove my hands from his smooth skin. Instead, I massaged his lower back, my fingers almost sliding underneath the waistband of his briefs and going straight to his firm, tempting ass. Checking it out more carefully, I licked my lips. His ass was fucking perfection, all round and perky, ready to be spanked.

Fuck, now I was hard. Instead of listening to common sense and letting him go, I slid my hands from his shoulders down to the small of his back. The move made him moan, and the sound went straight to my hardening cock.

“Can you do that again? It felt so good.” The way he almost begged me to repeat the movement, with his lips parted and his face half sunk into the mattress, turned on a switch inside me. Without thinking, I reached for his briefs and pulled them down until he was left naked. He didn’t say a word and remained silent as I moistened my hands with more cream and started to massage all of him. His firm globes felt so damn good and fitted perfectly in my palms. Squeezing them in a way that was purely for my pleasure made him moan, and I loved how deep and throaty his voice was.

“Fuck,” he groaned as I slid my hands up and down his body, digging my fingers into his flesh, admiring every inch and curve.

“It’s unfair.” His breath caught.

“What is?”

“You, touching me so gently,” he panted. “It’s unfair.”

For a moment, I forgot where we were. I forgot about my rule and him being a client. I forgot about all the damn warning signs and common sense. But that was all that it took. One moment of weakness, and I had him sitting in my lap, naked and aroused. Shit, he felt good.

No.

He felt fucking perfect.

“What are you doing?” he asked, out of breath.

“Looking at you.”

And I did. I examined every inch visible on his body, wishing the mask wasn’t there, covering parts I so desperately wanted to see. From his deep blue eyes that looked like they captured the world inside to the beauty spot above his pink nipple, rosy complexion, and hairless skin. Usually, I didn’t mind if my partner waxed, shaved, or went for a full bush. It was their choice, and I respected that. Yet, looking at his clean, hairless skin turned me on, especially with the mouthwatering porn-star tan line he had.

I pulled him closer, and his body pressed against my dark clothes, creating the most beautiful contrast. I fucking loved the idea of him naked while I was fully dressed.

“I’m going to touch you now.”

His eyes grew wide, and his lips parted. And the fact he was surprised I asked for his permission, his consent, crushed my heart.

He nodded.

It was a shy and hesitant nod that didn’t sit well with his sassy nature, but it was real. It was honest.

Moving my hand between us, I wrapped my fingers around his thick length. It was the first time I’d held another man’s dick in my hand, but it wasn’t odd or repulsive. Not even close. It turned me on so much, making it clear I wanted more of this man.

“Nero.” His Adam’s apple bobbled as he swallowed back his words.

“What?”

“Your hand.”

“What about it?”

“You—” He let out a soft moan. “It feels good.”

“Yeah.” Leaning closer, I bit on his earlobe. “I know.”

Saying it felt good would be an understatement. Holding him this way felt euphoric. It was like capturing a piece of heaven in your hands and trying desperately not to let it slip away.

Crossing his arms around my neck, he held on to me as I jerked him off. My palm, still moist from the cream, eased the friction as I rubbed him from the tip to the base and then again. Gasping with pleasure, he thrust his hips as much as he could, fucking into my tight fist.

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