Page 96 of Dissolving Prejudice

Loving the sounds coming from him, I began bouncing on his dick faster, my cock bobbing as I did, smearing precum all over.

“You like that?” I glanced at him over my shoulder, a half smile pulled on my lips.

“Fuck yeah,” he drawled. With his eyes closed, he tilted his head back, and I licked my lips at the veins that lined his thick neck.

“Do you like me riding you like a whore?”

“Shit, Shay-Lee—”

“Do you love how my slutty ass takes your cock?” I sunk another inch of him inside, the burn feeling so damn good.

Camilo’s jaw tensed a second before he reached a hand forward and grabbed my neck. I gasped with surprise and moaned when he shoved inside me. A moment later, he pulled me until my back was pressed to his heaving chest. His shirt was damp with sweat, the fabric sticking to his thick muscles.

“Yes, I love it when you ride me like a whore,” he whispered in my ear a second before he spread my legs wider apart and gripped my cock in his hand.

I cried at the friction and leaned back against him as he began pumping my dick while also thrusting into me with full force. I no longer had control over the situation as Camilo began fucking into me until I could hardly recognize the sound of my voice. With my cock pulsing in his tight grip, my arousal grew, and I knew I was close. And just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, he brought his other hand to my throat.

Wrapping his fingers around my neck, he tightened his hold, blocking my airways and forbidding me from breathing.

“Fuck me, did I miss this throat,” he hissed before he darted his tongue out and licked me along my jawline, up to my temple, then finished off by biting my ear.

Tears gathered in my eyes as my whole body grew hot, like I was set on fire. Unable to get air into my lungs, my head began pounding, and at the same time, my arousal grew stronger. So strong that nothing seemed to matter but my need to come in his fist. My lips parted in a voiceless cry, yet Camilo didn’t let go and only held me tighter. And while choking me, he didn’t stop fapping my cock and fucking my ass. At this point, I had no idea what was going on, as my mind began slowing down, and everything was spinning. Then, in my last seconds of recognition, I came. Hard. It was as if I exploded into a million pieces. My body trembled while my orgasm washed through me in waves of unbelievable pleasure. I think I screamed, but I wasn’t sure, as my whole focus was on Camilo’s hand that still choked me throughout my release and only moved once I was done.

Tears flowed freely down my flaring cheeks while I attempted to ease my breath. For a moment, I thought I’d die, and it felt so damn good because what was better than to die in his arms?

To live in them, the voice in the back of my head said right after Camilo kissed my nape.

“I love you,” he whispered, his lips still brushing my skin.

Ah, this fucker. A few minutes ago, I had to beg him for those words, and now, he just spit them out, not caring about what it might do to my poor heart. He fucked me so thoroughly until I was left raw and exposed, only to put me back together right after, making it absolutely impossible to live without him.

Wrapping his arms around me, he pulled me into a hug. As he did, I felt something wet between my legs. Looking down, I noticed the thick cum coating my inner thighs and leaking out my used hole. So caught up in the moment, I didn’t notice that he’d come, too. My breath caught when he suddenly reached between my legs and shoved his fingers into my ass. I tried moving away because the whole area was too sensitive, but he only held me closer while burying his face in my neck and breathing me in.

“I love you so much,” he said again, and I realized I’d created a monster.

Oh, well.

A big smile spread on my lips, and I stopped trying to resist him. Instead, I allowed him to do whatever he wanted, with only one condition—

“So, never leave me again.”

He only held me tighter.

“I won’t.”

Diesel

After we were done, I used my shirt to clean us both before turning on the Jeep so we’d be a bit more comfortable while lazing inside it. I wished I could just take Shay-Lee up to my place, but unfortunately, Oro was there, and the last thing I wanted was for him to have his claws set on Shay-Lee. To be clear, I was scared about what Shay-Lee might do to Oro, considering his hot temper and clear jealousy. Although, like I said, he had nothing to be jealous of, considering Oro was just a kid I knew and helped. Leaving them together earlier might have turned out well for me, but I didn’t want to force Shay-Lee to go through it again. Whatever Oro told him—and I bet he spat out some of his usual nonsense—affected Shay-Lee, enough to make him doubt himself and us.

For the last couple of minutes, we stayed quiet. I leaned against the car door, my legs spreading forward as much as they could, while Shay-Lee half rested on me as he ran his fingers along my arm.

“Hey.” I nudged him a little bit. “What ya thinking about?”

He hummed before hugging my arm. “Nothing specific.”

“Bullshit.”

“Fine.” He huffed. “What was that thing about a mole?”