Page 57 of Explosive Prejudice

Pushing back against me and grinding his ass against my dick like a slut was enough of a yes. Not having any lube, I spat on my hand and used it to wet his hole with two fingers. He moaned at the touch, and the sound of his pleasure only increased my anger, making my chest tight and my muscles tense with the fanatic urge to destroy him.

“M-more,” he groaned as I grazed his hole with my thumb and pushed the digit in.

“I told you to be quiet, you dirty fuck,” I whispered in his ear as I held his hands harder behind his back and pushed my finger deeper. “Or do you want the whole school to hear what a slut you are for my fingers?”

“S-shit,” he groaned as I replaced my thumb with two fingers and began fucking his hole.

“You like my fingers in your cunt.” I smirked, taking satisfaction in his inability to resist me. “So much so that you’re wet like a bitch in heat.”

“F-fuck off,” he hissed, his breath hitched.

“Wouldn’t you want that?”

Pulling out, I spat more into my fingers before shoving them back inside, adding a third on the way and pushing harder, causing him to gasp for air. Thankfully, this time, he tried to contain his cry. Knowing we could get caught wasn’t even a concern at this point. I was too obsessed with the need to humiliate and rip him apart to actually have the tiniest shred of common sense, as my sole goal was to break him the same way he broke me.

After stretching him open with four fingers, I knew he was ready to take my cock, so I pulled out. Ignoring his whining, I gave myself a lazy stroke while moving my eyes down his glorious body. His waist seemed extremely slim from this angle, and I bit my lip at his perfect, round ass that looked like a fine peach. Thinking about it now, finding him naked in the showers wasn’t such a bad thing after all. While I throbbed at his glowing, sweat-covered skin, I didn’t miss the faint bruises, mocking me, daring me to notice them. A cruel reminder that he was broken long before he came to me.

“W-what the fuck is taking so long?” he snarled, forcing me back to reality. “Stop being such a pussy and fuck me alrea—” His words were replaced by a sharp intake of breath as I pushed in inch by inch, not giving a fuck about his cries, until I was settled deep inside of him, stretching his hole open with my cock. Pulling all the way out, I repeated the action and plunged into him again before I began thrusting my hips and stuffing him full.

“I-is that the best you can do?” he asked between panting breaths, smugness dripping off his voice. “Can’t feel a thing.”

Still holding his wrists behind his back, I wrapped my free hand around his neck and pulled him back until his head rested on my chest. “That’s ’cause your slutty hole was used too many times, perra.” Removing my hand from his neck, I cupped his cheeks and forced him to open his mouth before spitting into it, grinning. “Your ass is so hungry for a cock, making you this wet for someone who hates you… fucking embarrassing.”

His cheeks flushed red and pleasure glittered in his eyes as he swallowed my spit. He started to say something, but I shut him up by pushing my fingers into his mouth and pressing down on his tongue until he gagged like a bitch. “Attaboy… suck on them like you sucked my dick.”

A throaty groan escaped him as drool trickled down his chin, making him look like a pure mess. I loved it. I loved how helpless he was right now. How desperate he felt.

With my fingers stuffing his mouth and my cock filling his ass, I finally let go of his wrists, only to grab his waist and fuck him harder.

Rocking my hips, I plunged in and out of him at a frantic pace until he could hardly stand, and I had no choice but to hold him so he wouldn’t fall.

Pulling my fingers out of his mouth, I grabbed his nape and shoved him against the door, watching his back arch and his arms stretch before kicking his legs wider apart. Sweat dripped down my body, and my shirt stuck to my skin as overwhelming heat consumed me. The small stall, filled with the moans he tried to conceal and the sound of flesh smacking, reeked of sex, and I clenched my jaw as I continued fucking the ever-living shit out of him.

“W-wait,” he cried. “W-wait a second, I can’t—ah.”

Doing the exact opposite, I drilled into him harder and faster, watching his body quiver with the pain. “You say you can’t, but look at you, twitching around my dick like a two-dollar whore.” Moving my hand to his front, I grabbed his stiff cock and squeezed it in my tight fist before giving him a few shallow strokes.

“Camilo—” He tried to say my name but choked on it as I pumped his cock harder, matching the pace I was fucking him.

“Don’t say my name,” I snapped. “You don’t fucking own it.” And hearing my name coming out of his mouth did me all kinds of wrong, forcing me to feel things I had no intention of feeling.

Unaware of the effect he had on me, Shay-Lee groaned and fucked into my fist harder.

“You stupid bitch, dripping all over my hand and making a mess,” I hissed, then cussed because fuck, he felt good. Too damn good.

“Oh, God.”

“Imagine if someone was listening to us right now. What would they say if they knew what a slut the captain of the football team is for my cock?” His ass squeezed me tighter, and I smirked. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’d like the school to know you’re my slut.”

“Y-yes, fuck, yes.”

Not digging how much he was enjoying himself, I paused.

“W-what are you doing?” he asked, out of breath, while trying to peek over his shoulder.

“Shut it, Perra.” I shoved his head against the door. Then, with my cock still buried in his ass, I pulled out a pack of smokes and put one between my lips. Lighting it, I closed my eyes and tilted my head back while taking the first hit.

“Fuuuck, yes.” I let out a long, deep groan as the nicotine kicked in.

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