Page 34 of Explosive Prejudice

“Stop talking, and do as you’re told.” My voice, low and deep, left no room for arguments, and Llorón quickly moved on the bed until he was positioned the way I asked him.

“Spread your legs. I want to see it all,” I ordered, watching as he parted them for me, revealing almost everything. The thin thong did a poor job of hiding his pretty pink hole and capturing his hard cock, which was half exposed and resting against his abs, the tip already glossy with a pearl of precum. Darting my tongue out, I wetted my bottom lip as I slid my hand down my body and rubbed myself over my slacks. His eyes followed the action with hunger, and he licked his beautiful plump lips.

“I am a red flag.” I smiled, thinking how true it was. “But so are you.”

“Nero.” He was about to say something else but stopped when I crossed the room, grabbed a chair that was placed next to the wall, and dragged it until it was right in front of the bed.

Sitting down with my legs spread, I put one hand on the armchair while leaving the other on my crotch. “Touch yourself. Make yourself come while looking at me.”

“Now you’re talking.” Without a hint of modesty and a self-satisfied grin, he slid his hand down his body until reaching his cock. Wrapping his fingers around his thick length, he gave himself a slow stroke that made him moan. Doing it again, only a bit faster, he moved his other hand over his chest.

“Shit,” he hissed when he flicked his pink nipple. It was thrilling to know he was sensitive there. I couldn’t feel a thing on my nipples, but he did, and he was the only thing that mattered. Seeing him so soaked with pleasure turned me on, making it hard to resist the urge to get up from the chair, walk over to him, and replace the fingers he was now using to trace his entrance with my tongue. With a groan, I unzipped myself and pulled my painfully rigid cock out, my eyes not leaving him for a second.

“Holy shit.” His lips parted, and he stared at me with lust.

The last time I jerked him off, I kept my clothes on so he didn’t see my dick, and before that, I was getting a blow job from a client, and he was with his back to me. I guessed finally seeing my cock in all of its glory was what earned me such a priceless reaction.

“Like what you see?”

“Fucking hell.” He bit his lips and gripped his cock harder. “You’re huge.”

“And you’re gorgeous. Now, spread those legs wider, and let me see you finger yourself while thinking of my fat cock stretching you open.”

While using his thumb to push the thong aside, his fingers traced his hole before sliding one in. He was already wet and open from when Dion fucked him. The traces another man left on his body pissed me off and set my already scalding blood on fire. But right now, he was here, spread on the bed with eyes only for me, so instead of letting my possessive temper take over, I focused on him. My eyes started to climb up his beautiful legs, from his toes curled in the sheets up to his firm thighs. The white silk of the stocking glittered under the dim light, and he looked like a work of art. Erase that. He was a living, breathing work of art.

My motherfucking masterpiece.

With my eyes on his hole again, he already had two fingers in, knuckles-deep, and was fucking himself with them. Watching him like this, so innocent yet so filthy, made my heart beat faster, and I started to stroke myself more forcefully, my cock leaking with precum. “Is that how you fuck your pussy when you’re alone? Like a desperate slut?”

His neck flushed red, and his dick pulsed in his fist. “F-fuck,” he cried.

“Answer me.”

“Y-yes. Fuck, yes.” He worked his fist faster, matching my own rapid pace, all while fingering himself deeper, touching the places I craved to reach.

“You think about me when you do it. Don’t you?”

“Y-yes.”

“You think about my cock, pounding into that pretty little hole of yours.” My chest rose and fell with each heavy breath I took. “You know how good I’d be. How right it would feel when I thrust into you, fucking own you.”

“Yes.” He bit his lips. “And you know how good my ass will feel.” He smirked, and fuck if he wasn’t the sexiest thing alive.

“Yes, cariño, I do know that.”

His body shivered, and I loved how obviously he reacted to my flattery.

I continued to fuck into my fist while watching my beautiful Llorón with starving eyes. His whole body tensed as he pumped his dick and fucked his ass with three fingers. He was soaking wet with precum and what I assumed was leftover lube, crying his heart out and squirming on the sheets. The nasty sounds coming from the both of us, mingled with his moans and my heavy breaths, consumed me, and I was close, so fucking close. Spreading my legs a bit farther apart, I used my other hand to cup my balls, thinking how sweet it would be when they’d smack against his ass while I plunged into him.

Making me doubt who was the professional in the room, Llorón pulled his fingers out, slowly dragged them up his body, his lustful eyes not leaving mine, and wrapped his hand around his perfect neck.

“Fuck,” I hissed as he tightened his grip enough for his flesh to turn red and his lips to part with a choked gasp. My cock pulsed in my fist, and I began pumping myself faster, and so did he.

Words felt pointless at this point, where he had us both by the throat, and I held my breath until I burst and came into my fist the exact second he did. His lips parted with pleasure, his toes curling and his chest rising as he fought hard to keep his eyes open through his release so he could watch me coming. And even though we didn’t touch, holding each other’s stare while sharing this moment was the most intense experience of my life. But it wasn’t just hot. It was intimate.

Somehow, with masks and no names, we managed to connect.

“I have a question for you,” Llorón said, his head resting on my chest while we were both on the bed. Not bothering to put his clothes back on after we were done, he was still in the lingerie I got him.

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