Page 116 of Dissolving Prejudice

Now, it was my time to give him his necklace. Holding back from bursting into tears, I grabbed the box and took out the other chain. As I did, I brushed my finger over the pendant with the engraving I requested. Mi rey, or my king in simple English.

I held my breath while fumbling with the damn buckle that refused to open. Although, it probably had to do more with my trembling fingers than the chain itself.

“You nervous?” Camilo asked, catching me off guard.

“N-no.” My lie was too obvious, and he chuckled before wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into a crushing hug.

“Take your time, mi amore. We’ve got forever.”

His words, so soft and promising, were like a blanket to my injured heart that had finally begun to heal after so many years of bleeding. With a deep breath, I gave in to his hug until I was ready to try again, and this time, I managed to open the clasp without my fingers slipping. A sense of pride took over me once I successfully closed the clasp—pride that only grew when I pulled back and took a long look at my necklace hanging around his neck. The gleaming gold shone so bright against the dark ink that covered his skin, and it was probably the most beautiful thing, other than Camilo’s eyes, that I’d ever seen.

“I thought, why bother with a ring, you know?” I brushed my fist over my cheeks to wipe one of those pathetic tears away. “They’re so overrated.” I half chuckled, half sniffed when he cupped my face in his palms and brought our foreheads together.

“Yeah, they are.”

He then kissed me, but it wasn’t just a kiss. No. The way he devoured me felt as if he was trying to merge our souls into one. Holding my face, Camilo grabbed my jaw while moving his lips along mine, almost like he was attempting to breathe me into his body. I enveloped myself around him and kissed him back, my hands clenching on to him while I tried getting as much of him as I could.

He moved his hands along my body, slowly dragging the pads of his fingers down my spine. The touch made my hair stand on end, and I writhed in his lap, desperate for more. He tugged the waistband of my boxer briefs before slipping his fingers down to my ass.

“Ah, fuck,” I breathed over his lips. “Let’s take a shower first.” As much as I wanted him to fuck me here and now, I was all sweaty from dancing for so long.

Camilo didn’t answer with his words and instead held me close before he got up from the bed, with me in his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist and allowed him to carry us to the bathroom. I always adored how easily he carried me like I didn’t weigh around 180 pounds. On the way there, he managed to get rid of his jeans without dropping me, which was rather impressive but not at all surprising. Now, inside our small bathroom, and with the door closed behind us, he put me down so we stood face-to-face. I shifted in discomfort once my bare feet touched the cold tiles, and Camilo quickly moved me to stand on the bath rug before he got on his knees in front of me.

“You’re so goddamn perfect,” he drawled, his eyes locked with mine.

No one but him could ever make me feel this safe and admired, and even though it had been a few weeks since we’d gotten back together, I still couldn’t get used to this.

My cheeks heated up the longer he held my gaze, and I swallowed hard before I was able to utter a word.

“C-Camilo,” I gasped as his fingers traced my skin.

“When you say my name like that… It drives me insane.” With his hand on my waist, he leaned in and kissed my inner thigh. My cock twitched inside my briefs, and my skin grew hotter as he sank his teeth into my flesh. He then began planting small kisses along my quad and thigh, slowly going up until he reached my hard cock, which was stretching the fabric of my boxer briefs. Pressing his nose to the cotton, he shamelessly breathed me in.

“Fuck, I love the way you sweat,” he murmured before he parted his lips and sucked me over the cloth.

I groaned as he continued to work his mouth over the wet fabric, which was stained with my precum and his spit, while my cock grew harder and harder with each passing second until I became impatient, and I bucked my hips forward, hoping he’d get the message.

Camilo let out a soft chuckle before he tugged on the waistband. “What an eager little puss.” He moved his hand to my ass. “I bet this is already wet for me.”

I love his dirty mouth.

Still touching me over my briefs, he pressed his thumb to my hole, and I cried with the need for him to properly feel me. Then, as if he knew what I was thinking, he pulled my briefs down to my mid-thighs. My dick sprang free, nearly slapping his face as it did. I felt somehow embarrassed, although that all went away the second Camilo blew some hot air on my sensitive tip.

I bit my lip and looked down to see my man on his knees for me. With my cock in his tight fist, he darted out his tongue and licked my dick as if it was a fucking popsicle.

“Oh, f-fuck,” I cried when he dragged his tongue along my shaft while using his free hand to massage my heavy balls. It felt so good, and eager to have more, I thrust my hips forward. Camilo didn’t tease me this time and instead parted his lips and took me whole. His hot mouth felt good, too good, and I was already prepared to bust a nut.

“I’ll come too soon,” I warned, yet was ignored, because instead of slowing down, he increased his pace. And if that wasn’t enough, he also tugged on my balls until my knees grew weak. “Oh, God,” I cried, eyes closed while I fisted his short hair as much as I could. “Oh, God, oh, God.” I felt my climax getting closer with each shallow suck.

On instinct, I dropped my hands to his neck and began playing with his chain, my chain, while thrusting in and out of his willing mouth. With his lips wrapped around my dick, Camilo groaned, and I opened my eyes to look at him. Eyes closed, cheeks hollowed, and lips stretched as he took me deep down his throat. He looked so fucking masculine and strong, and when he opened his eyes to meet my depraved gaze, it was the end for me.

My climax hit me like a slap to the face as I erupted at once. Waves of pleasure washed through every bit of me—first my toes, then my thighs, legs, back. Moaning Camilo’s name, I came deep down his throat, my whole body shaking as I did. He didn’t pull back and instead continued to blow me through my release until I was all done and dry. However, I’d take the done part back because Camilo was anything but finished. Quickly getting up to his feet, he held my elbows and pulled me in before smashing our mouths together in a violent kiss. Eager and possessive, he shoved his tongue between my parted lips like some primal beast so I could taste my cum on it. Not caring how filthy this was, I sucked on his tongue, hungry to taste more of this madness we created together.

Still kissing me, Camilo got rid of his boxer briefs while I did the same. Then, without breaking our connection, he led us into the shower and turned on the water.

Now, shoved together in the small stall, Camilo’s hard cock pressed against my stomach as we continued to kiss under the running water until he pulled back to grab some soap. Annoyed that his lips were no longer on mine, I watched as he poured my coconut shampoo on his palms.

“Close your eyes,” he said while bringing his hands to my hair.