Page 53 of Unexpected Prejudice

“S-Shay-Lee,” I gasped, trying to hold it in because I was too close to coming.

“Shut up!” He plunged himself harder on my cock as he continued to rock his hips and rode me like his life depended on it.

Fuck, he looks like a god.

Just when I thought I couldn’t hold it anymore, Shay-Lee’s body trembled, and I watched as his fat cock throbbed right before he exploded and shot hot jets of cum all over my chest and face. The way his ass squeezed my cock as his orgasm washed through him was the last straw, and I spilled into the rubber. My hips jerked from the mattress as I continued to come, unable to stop. Shay-Lee rode me through my release and didn’t stop until I was drained and dry. Well, not dry, considering I was still soaked inside his ass.

“Holy shit,” I gasped when he went still on top of me. “That was… you were… just, wow, man.” Unable to form a complete sentence with my post-orgasm haze, I moved my hands over his skin, softly stroking his strong thighs while looking at his chubby cock.

“You were good.” He leaned forward, darted his tongue out and licked the traces of his cum off my face before getting up.

He’s fucking nuts.

“But we’re only starting,” he said as I peeled the used condom off me.

“We are?” I winced, wanting to scold myself for sounding like an idiot.

“You promised to fuck me all night long, didn’t you?”

I stared at him with my mouth open as my cock, which I thought was done for tonight, started to show signs of life. How? I had no fucking idea considering I’d just come the hardest I ever had. But I guessed my dick was possessed when it came to Shay-Lee. No. I was possessed.

Before returning to bed, his phone rang, and I watched as his naked, glorious frame bent down and he picked up the device. His face twisted in displeasure as he checked the screen, but he still answered the call.

“What?” he asked while rolling his eyes with annoyance.

Not being able to hear the other person on the phone, I only listened to his side of the conversation.

“Well, I said it already and I’ll say it again, I don’t give a shit about your plans.” He sneered and sat down on the edge of the bed right in front of the nightstand. Holding the phone between his shoulder and ear, he used the credit card beside the bag of coke and formed a thin line from the drug before cutting another. He then put the phone on speaker and placed it beside the lines while grabbing the rolled-up bill.

“Listen to me, Shay-Lee.” The voice from the phone was deep and low, the tone that carried bad intentions and promised threats.

“You’re on speaker, Daddy. Make sure to greet my friend.” Shay-Lee smirked, hovered over the coke and snorted one line. Straightening up, he wrinkled his nose and rubbed his nostrils with his thumb.

“We’re going to talk about it as soon as I get back,” the man, who I assumed was his dad, said and hung up.

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll do so much more than just talk,” Shay-Lee muttered to the dead line then turned to look at me. “Want some?” he asked, referring to the other line of coke. “It’s good shit.”

I sat up and shook my head. “I don’t do drugs.”

“What a good boy,” he said and went back and snorted the line himself.

“Aren’t you afraid of random drug tests?” Considering how our school team ran those once in a while, I was worried.

Shay-Lee shrugged before turning around and crawling his way back to me. Once sitting on my lap, he placed his arms around my shoulders and smiled. “I’m afraid of a lot of things, Jordan. Random drug test? Couldn’t care less.”

His smile was cold and sad, making me want to reach out and ask him more about his fears. I wanted to hold him and help him in whatever battle he was facing. But as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine, I understood that he’d prefer to use his mouth for kissing rather than talking, and that he would rather keep his secrets to himself.

This time, the kiss was rougher, almost aggressive, as Shay-Lee sucked and nibbled on my bottom lip while sliding his hands over my naked chest.

“Fuck me,” he whispered, dragging his teeth over my lips, “Fuck me so hard I can’t breathe.”

While wanting to do as he asked, I also had a lot of questions for him. Why was he so angry at his dad on the phone? And what was with the drugs? While it was hard to keep myself from asking, it was even harder to make my body stop reacting to him.

Instead of doing the right thing and stopping, I grabbed his slim waist and pulled him closer, so our dicks were fully pressed against each other. I didn’t care that I just came. My dick was already rock hard to the sounds of his deep moans and the feeling of his perfect erection sliding against it.

I roamed my hands down his back, tracing every muscle until I reached the round, firm globes of his ass that felt even better than they looked.

“Fuck, yes,” he groaned and wrapped his arms around my shoulders as I bounced him up so I’d have better access to his body. And as I sucked his nipple into my mouth, for a brief second, an alarming thought crossed my mind.