Page 117 of Dissolving Prejudice

I eyed his erect cock before turning around and doing as he said. “Don’t you want to do something about that?” I took a step back so my ass bumped with his erection.

“Don’t worry, kitten, we’ll get to that, too. But first, I need to wash you.”

His words sent shivers down my spine, and just like the cat he claimed me to be, I purred. What could I say? He had that effect on me. Camilo did as he promised and took his sweet time soaping me from head to toe. And while he made sure to clean every spot on my skin, it was anything but innocent. In between scrubbing my back and rinsing my hair, he also stretched my hole with his fingers, deep enough to make me hard again. Now, with my stiff cock hung between my thighs and my palms pressed against the shower wall for support, Camilo aligned himself behind me, the head of his cock already pushing in.

The slow pace at which he pushed his cock inside me made my body weak, and trying to ease my breaths, I pressed my head against the cold tiles.

“You good?” he asked, voice soft.

Being fully aware that from here on, there wouldn’t be anything soft about the way he’d fuck me, I nodded. “Yeah.” I swallowed back a moan when he adjusted inside me. “Fuck yeah.”

Placing his hand between my shoulder blades, he slowly dragged it down until reaching my dimples of Apollo. “That’s my kitten.” He slapped my ass so hard I could still feel his palm burning into my flesh long after it was gone before he started moving.

With my back arched and my ass pressed to his front, Camilo thrust in and out of me. Water got into my open mouth while wet strands of hair stuck to my moist skin. Not that it mattered, as currently, my sole focus was how good his dick was wrecking me.

“F-faster,” I cried while pushing back against his thrusts, hoping he’d breach me deeper.

He let out a mean snort before he fisted my hair and yanked me back until my head rested on his chest. “What’s the rush, kitten?” He trailed his finger along my jawline. “I want to take my sweet time inside this tight pussy of yours.” He thrust his hips forward until he bottomed out inside me.

My lips parted in a voiceless cry. “I just wanted you—”

He cut me off by cupping my cheeks and spitting into my mouth.

I swallowed it.

“You just wanted what?” he drawled in my ear.

“I-I don’t know,” I panted, then closed my eyes so water wouldn’t get in the way.

Still holding my cheeks, he bit my ear. “But I bet you do.” I could feel the smile on his lips. “You want me to fuck you like a nameless whore, don’t you?” Thrust. “You want me to wreck that pussy so you won’t be able to stand.” Thrust. “You want to die with your hole full of my cum, don’t you?”

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

“Yes.” I took a deep breath. “Fuck, yes. Yes to all.”

Camilo finally dropped his hand from my face, and I fell forward, my hands stopping me from crashing against the wall. Then, without a bit of mercy, he kicked my legs wider apart before clenching my hair back in his fist. From there on out, he began fucking me like the beast that he was until I couldn’t speak, let alone think. My body was on fire, with jolts of pleasure running through me each time he hit my prostate. It got to the point where my cock was so painfully hard that I feared it might burst, and just when I couldn’t take it anymore, Camilo pulled out, turned me around, and lifted me up. I had no idea how he still had the power to hold me in the air, but before I could ask, he’d already shoved inside me again. With my back bucked against the wall, Camilo fucked in and out of my wrecked hole.

My dick bounced with each shove, and if not for my hands holding on to his body, I would have stroked myself. But instead, I pulled him into a kiss. A nasty, lips-biting, tongue-sucking kiss that took all the air out of my lungs. Camilo’s fingers dug deeper into my hips as his movements became more erratic and sharp until he broke our kiss just to sink his teeth into my neck. I cried with the satisfying pain when his body began to shudder. He hissed a low “fuck” over my skin, his lips brushing the fresh bite mark as he began coming. His cock pulsed and grew while he continued to pump me full of his cum. Loving the feeling of fullness, I closed my eyes and hugged him tight through his climax until he was finished. Without a word, and with his cock still inside me, he slipped to his knees. Sitting on the floor, with me on top, he reached a hand up and turned off the tap before he moved it to the back of my neck. I gasped when he yanked me into a hungry kiss and moaned into it as he grabbed my dick in his free hand and began fapping me. It didn’t take long, only a few shallow, lazy strokes, and I came in his fist.

For several minutes, neither of us moved, and instead, we stayed on the shower floor, two bodies panting into each other, pressed so close we could merge into one. And while the water turned cold the longer we stayed here, I didn’t dare to move, and only because of how warm I was right here, in this small shower.

In his arms.

Diesel

I blinked my eyes open to stare at the dark ceiling. Realizing it was still night, I sulked and rubbed the bridge of my nose. A sharp pain jolted me up, and with a grunt, I dragged my ass out of bed and into the bathroom. My nose was probably bleeding again, and I’d have to clean it up. It was pitch-dark, and with my eyes still heavy from sleep, I moved my hand over the wall until I located the switch and flicked it on.

“Fucking shit,” I sighed once I looked in the mirror to see I had a nosebleed. I reached down and grabbed the towel hanging on the bar. With one hand holding the sink for support, I tried stopping the bleeding. It wasn’t the first time my nose bled during sleep since it broke, but something felt off tonight. Well, whatever. After several minutes had passed, I noticed the bleeding had stopped, so I tossed the blood-drenched towel on the floor. I’ll clean up in the morning. Ready to go back to sleep, I moved to turn off the light in the bathroom when something caught my attention, and I turned back to face the mirror. I glanced at my reflection to see the nosebleed had returned, only a lot stronger. Shit. I looked at the floor to pick up the towel so I could use it again, but it wasn’t there.

What the fuck? I searched around the bathroom when I spotted the towel hanging on the bar, white and clean. My brows furrowed in confusion because didn’t I just use it? The bleeding from my nose made me pull it together, and I reached to grab it, again, when I began coughing. I covered my mouth with my hand while trying to calm my breathing when I felt something warm and sticky on my skin. Looking down at my palms, I saw red. So much red. Fear struck me, and panicked, I looked up at the mirror to see I was covered with it.

Blood.

Hands, face, neck, it was dripping everywhere until my whole body was covered with it. Unsure of how this happened, I glanced around. One second, the shower was clean, and now, the floor was drenched with blood. My heart rate increased, and my breaths turned heavier with each passing second. I need to get out of here, my mind screamed, only I couldn’t move because my legs were stuck in the blood like it was wet sand, and I began sinking down until it reached my chest, my neck, my face—

“Fuck,” I gasped as I jolted awake.

Heaving like a pig, I straightened up and looked down at my sweat-soaked body. My heart was beating like crazy, and panicked, I glanced down at my palms and checked them out. With my full focus on my hands, I flipped them back and forth to ensure there was no blood before I breathed in relief. Thank God.