Page 43 of Explosive Prejudice

The bed shifted, and soon after, the fat crown of his cock pressed against my entrance. He jerked his hips forward, and I gasped for air as he shoved his entire length in one go. Holding still, he allowed me to adjust to his size with the overwhelming feeling of being completely full. Despite not seeing a thing, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Once I was ready, I clenched the sheets in my fists, arched my back, and bucked up against him. Understanding the message, Nero let out a throaty chuckle as he grabbed my hips and pulled almost all the way out, then plunged back in with one powerful thrust, nearly tearing me in half.

My dick was painfully hard, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I’d be able to take it. Every thrust hit my prostate, pushing me closer to the edge, even more so when I couldn’t see a fucking thing.

“Wha—” I started to protest when he suddenly pulled out, but before I could form a complete word, Nero had already thrown me onto my back and settled back in. His cock, thick and warm, slid into my ass with ease, stuffing me to the fullest. Missionary was probably my most hated position. Why? It was old, boring, and forced me to face the man fucking me. But here I was, laid out on my back with Nero on top, his weight crushing me down and his face nearly an inch away, wishing the room wasn’t dark because I wanted nothing more than to see his face. This feeling was strange and unexpected, only adding more to my already overwhelmed heart.

“Are you okay?” he whispered, his lips ghosting over mine, his hot breath feeling like a drug.

Sending my hands forward in blind trust, I wrapped them around his neck and pulled him even closer.

“Yes.”

“Good.” His hand pushed shreds of hair away from my sweaty face before his lips touched mine. As he rolled his hips, I slid my hands from his neck down to his back, feeling his muscles tense and relax with each thrust. His sweat-covered skin burned underneath my touch, and I continued to move my hand lower and lower until the texture of his skin changed. As soon as I touched what I knew was his scar, he tensed, and I let out a shuddered breath, fearing he’d tell me to stop. I couldn’t see his expression, so I assumed the worst and swallowed hard, ready for him to get angry.

“I’m sorry, Nero. I didn’t mean to,” I said, removing my hand from his back.

“Camilo.”

“What?”

Gently grabbing my hand, he brought it back to his scar. “That’s my name.” He brushed his lips over mine while allowing my fingers to trace his torn skin, to explore his past and to touch his soul.

I bit my lip as emotions I was a stranger to took over my body and tightened in my chest. For a moment, I wished to tell him my name, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

“That’s a pretty name,” I whispered in a choked voice.

“It will sound even prettier when you scream it.”

Gone was the calm, tender pace he was moving his hips, and back were the brutal thrusts that rocked me to my core. I gasped as he shoved his dick deep inside my ass, hitting my prostate until I saw fucking stars.

“You’re so hot for me,” he groaned, grabbed my dick, and began jerking me off.

“Oh, God,” I moaned as he increased his pace, fucking me like a man on a mission while stroking me with the same rigid rhythm. “Oh, God.”

“I know.” His stubbled jaw caressed mine as his lips brushed my ear. “Estás tan apretado, que veo el cielo, cariño.” You’re so tight I see heavens, sweetheart.

My face grew hot as the essence of his words sank in, and my cock twitched in his tight fist.

“Camilo,” I cried, my whole body quivering underneath him.

“Fuck, yes,” he hissed, fucking into me harder, making me shout out his name while digging my fingers into his back, gripping him so hard I’d probably left a mark.

Good. I wanted him to be marked. I wanted him to remember how hard he had fucked me every time he looked in the mirror. I wanted him to remember how fucking perfect it felt to be inside of me. I wanted this moment to be engraved into his soul, just like it was engraved into mine. His cock sliding in and out of my wet hole created filthy sounds, increasing my arousal, which I could feel building in my stomach, telling me I was mere seconds from coming.

“Oh, fuck.” My back arched from the bed as a shiver ran down my spine, right before I exploded, fucking blasted, and came the hardest I ever had. My cum landed on my abs and chest, almost reaching my face. Camilo removed his hand from my drained cock and slid it up to my neck. His fingers, coated with my cum, wrapped around me in a chokehold. He wasn’t blocking my airway, but he held me tight enough to make breathing difficult.

“Shit,” he cussed, his cock growing bigger inside the condom.

“Yes, Camilo, do it. Fucking kill me.”

He slammed into my ass with brutal force, his balls smacking against my flesh as his hand gripped my neck harder, not allowing air into my lungs. It lasted only a few seconds, but the euphoria I felt until he released his hold was like venom slowly poisoning my blood.

Losing his rhythm, his body tensed and shuddered, his cock pulsed, as he came hard into the condom. After he was done, he pulled out only to drape his large body over me. He didn’t even breathe before his hands reached my damp hair and ran his fingers through it. His weight felt good on top of me, and I wrapped my hands around him, hugging him tight, loving the way our sweat, cum, and breath mixed. As he hugged me back, the words he once told me came back to me.

You’re the high before the crash. Fucking you would be as thrilling as driving a race car off a cliff. Absolutely exceptional until you die.

I understood him at this moment, because if I were to die right now, I wouldn’t care. For the first time in my life, I found peace.

Diesel

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