Page 96 of Explosive Prejudice

Still stretched from last night, his fingers slipped right in, making my body tremble with pleasure and eagerness. Suddenly, having my cock sucked wasn’t enough. I needed to be fucked, filled. I needed him to rip me apart so he could build me up again.

Camilo seemed to know what he was doing since he started to suck me at the same pace he thrust his fingers in.

Fisting his hair, I forced his head down while simultaneously fucking against his fingers, desperate to feel more of him. He didn’t stop and only did me dirty, swirling his wet tongue around my shaft before taking me in again until my leaking tip reached the back of his hot throat.

My face grew hot, and my breath caught. “I’m gonna come—” I warned, trying to pull back in time, but Camilo didn’t allow it, and as a result, I came hard inside his mouth. A long groan left my mouth as my dick continued to pulse and throb until I had nothing left.

Pulling his fingers out of my ass, he brought his hand to his mouth, then spat my cum into his palm. “Well, well,” he rasped, his voice hoarse. “That was fast.”

My cheeks flushed underneath my mask because it truly was fast. I’d lasted less than two minutes.

Grabbing my hips, Camilo turned me so I’d face the full room, got rid of my jockstrap, and then pulled me to sit on his lap. So lost in the sensation of his mouth, I nearly managed to forget we weren’t alone. He then slipped his finger back inside, only now they were warm and sticky with my cum. I groaned at the feeling of his digits pushing my load into my stretched hole, stroking my insides.

“Know what I noticed while sucking you?” he asked, then darted his tongue out and licked the sweat off my neck. “I noticed that you’re such a slut, that instead of fucking my mouth like a man, you fucked your hole on my fingers like a bitch in heat.” Moving his hand to my drained cock, which somehow still showed signs of life, he cupped me. “Tell me… Do you even know how to use this?” He squeezed me harder.

“F-fuck,” I gasped.

Releasing me, he placed his hand around my neck and pulled me back until I was pressed against him. “Now the whole room will see what a slut you are for my cock.”

The sound of Camilo unzipping himself, followed by the rip of a condom, reached my ears, and in the next moment, he replaced his fingers with his hard length. Bucking his hips, he thrust in until I was properly settled on his cock.

“Fuck, yes,” I cried as he began bouncing me on his dick while digging his fingers into my thighs.

Riding him, I rolled my hips and moved my body to match the pace of his thrusts. Moans and gasps left my mouth each time he rubbed my prostate, causing my cock to harden. Getting fucked while being watched only made it hotter, and I moved my hands over my body, slowly feeling myself while Camilo’s cock made me see heaven. When I felt too hot, I tangled my fingers with my hair and held it on top of my head while shreds of damp hair still stuck to my sweaty neck.

“You like that, kitten? You like being watched?”

“Y-yes. Fuck, yes.”

“Of course you do,” he rasped. “Your ass is tighter than ever, and that little dick of yours loves giving a show, doesn’t it?”

I groaned, loving the way he humiliated me.

Still seated, Camilo hooked his ankles with mine, then kicked my legs farther apart, forcing me to spread wide. He then placed one hand between my shoulder blades, leaned back, and pushed me down until my hands were flat on the floor. With my back arched and my body stretched, I took his cock, crying with pleasure with each thrust and push.

Holding on to my hips, Camilo thrust forward, making me fuck against him with each frantic move. The way he touched my body, my fucking soul, made me feel used and owned but mostly cherished. I could feel his eyes burning into my back, his stare eating me up and adoring every inch my body had to offer.

“Look at you, stretched like a spoiled kitten while my cock is drilling that tight pussy of yours,” Camilo growled, spanking my ass with an open palm. The sound of flesh hitting skin echoed around us, emerging with my moans. “What a naughty little puss.”

My stomach felt like it was on fire, the same as the rest of me, and I wasn’t sure I could keep it up. My muscles burned in this position, which pushed me to my limits. Physically and emotionally. “W-wait,” I cried, unsure of what I was feeling. “I-I can’t.” Tears of pleasure welled in my eyes, blurring my vision. “I-I can’t.”

“Sure you can, beautiful,” he said. Moving his hand along my spine, he reached the place his cock entered me. “You take me so well. So well that I’m just about to die.”

“I’m hot,” I cried, feeling pools of sweat gathering behind my mask, and I wished it wasn’t there.

“Yes, you are.” Grabbing me, Camilo pulled me up until my back was plastered to his heaving chest. Holding my jaw, he made me look at the room. “You see? You see how all eyes are on you?”

I nodded.

“It’s because you’re so perfect,” he whispered to my ear, his other hand sliding down my skin until reaching my nipples. “They all want a piece of you.” He pinched one of my nipples between his fingers, giving it a painful squeeze. “But little do they know that you’re a slut for me and me alone.”

“Yes,” I moaned, feeling like I was about to crawl out of my skin with how good my ass was feeling, stuffed full with Camilo’s fat cock.

“Yes what?” He pinched my nipple harder.

“Yes, I’m your slut,” I whispered, squeezing my eyes.

Keeping my head straight, he forced me to look up. “Don’t say that to me. Say it to them.”

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