Page 84 of Dissolving Prejudice

“It’s cold,” he hissed.

“Then we’ll make it warm.” I spread the lube over his hole before pushing my fingers in, making him all wet and ready to take me. Shay-Lee’s body tensed and shuddered with the slightest touch, and seeing how sensitive he was boosted me with the primary need to take care of him. Not that it was new, as my heart beat to keep him safe and protected.

Now, four fingers in, I knew he was ready, so I pulled out and grabbed the lube bottle. While coating myself with the liquid, Shay-Lee half turned to look at me over his shoulder, a deep frown on his face.

“What about condoms?” he asked.

“We don’t need any,” I said, eyes pinned on him while I stroked myself from base to tip.

He visibly swallowed. “I-I always use them with Jordan, but what about you—”

I cut him off mid-sentence by grabbing his waist and pulling him back until his ass was pressed to my cock.

“One.” I placed my hand between his shoulder blades and pushed him down. “Don’t you dare bring up his name while we fuck. Ever.”

A shuddered breath left him, and I smirked.

“Two.” I leaned down, my cock brushing his lower back while my lips grazed his ear. “I haven’t been with anyone else since you, therefore, you have nothing to worry about, Llorón.” I bit on the shell of his ear and let go, only for him to turn his head and gaze at me with eyes full of shock.

“You didn’t have sex with… anyone?”

I nodded, and his frown grew.

“B-but it’s been five years.”

Stroking his cheek, I smiled. “I don’t see the point if it ain’t with you.”

Shay-Lee opened and closed his mouth as if he were searching for the right words, until he gave up and looked down at the mattress. Understanding that words were indeed pointless at this point, as I knew what he was feeling even without them, I moved my fingers through his golden hair before aligning myself behind him. Grabbing my dick, I brought it to his ass, the tip pushing against his ready hole. Shay-Lee gasped once I thrust forward and cried as I slowly pushed inside him. The second I breached him, my whole body turned into lava, and I ground my jaw because, fuck, I’d almost forgotten how good being inside of him felt.

“Fuckk,” I hissed, out of breath, while trying my best not to burst on the spot. “You feel like heaven.”

“Oh, God,” he cried, head pressed to the mattress as I shoved another inch in. “It hurts.”

Looking down, I noticed I still had about halfway to go. Somehow feeling cocky, I smirked while brushing a finger over his stretching hole, right where we became one. “Well, I’ll need to work hard to reshape this ass to take me on a daily basis,” I said while giving him more time to adjust.

His skin was covered with goose bumps at my words, right before he fisted the sheets in his palms, and I noticed the lack of his engagement ring.

“Someone took off his little ring,” I teased, voice cruel, as I watched his body trembling.

“S-shut up and fuck me already—oh God!” he cried as I pushed in with full force until I was balls-deep inside his sweet ass.

Not letting him catch a breath, I began moving. As if a switch was flicked inside my screwed-up head, I started fucking him with no mercy. Thrusting my hips forward, I drilled in and out of him until the room was filled with the sound of smacking flesh and his deep moans, which quickly turned into long cries of pleasure. With both hands holding on to his hips, fingers digging into his flesh in a way that would leave a mark, I fucked him senseless. Shay-Lee moved with me, making each thrust so much deeper until the bed shook so hard I feared we’d break it. Yet, not even that was enough to make me stop or ease the brutal pace at which I was pounding him.

I slammed his ass from the back, like a fucking jackhammer, while Shay-Lee cried and moaned beautifully. The sounds were so arousing, driving me to go harder until I felt like my dick would rip apart. Reaching down, I cupped him under his jaw and, with my other hand on his waist, lifted him up until he was kneeling with his back plastered to my heaving chest. Keeping my hand now on his hot throat, I forced his head up while rolling my hips, my cock sliding in and out of his tight ass. He moved along with me, so I increased my pace, my hips bucking against his with each powerful thrust. I fucked into him like a man on a mission, and as Shay-Lee’s full lips parted in a deep moan, I seized the moment to slam my mouth to his. Not slowing my thrusts, I cupped his jaw in both palms, forcing his head back while I devoured him alive. I sucked on his tongue and licked into his mouth. It was messy and sloppy, with sucking sounds and spit getting everywhere, not that we cared.

I kept him in this position for a long while, with his back arching so beautifully while his ass turned into my personal sex toy. I bet it hurt. Erase that. I knew it did, given his cries, but he loved it. I could tell because he couldn’t get enough, his tongue desperately trying to reach farther into my mouth until we were both on the verge of exploding.

Not wanting it to end so fast, I dropped my hands from around him. Shay-Lee tried to lie back down, but I didn’t allow it. I wanted to see his face way too fucking much, so I grabbed his body and flipped him over to his back before I plunged back inside him. Now face-to-face, I kept his hands above his head while my cock wrecked his abused hole. The sounds were filthy, and the euphoric expression on his face turned me crazy.

“M-my cock,” he cried out loud, face flushed red. “I need to touch it.”

“Nah.” I dove down and licked the tears sliding down his flaming cheek before kissing him. I could tell he was close from the way his body shuddered underneath me, and while I wanted him to come, I also wanted to hold his hands. As simple as that. Lacing our fingers together, I kept him buried underneath me while I continued to fuck him. Shay-Lee hooked his legs around me, his heels digging into my ass as he did, holding me locked.

“Oh God, Camilo,” he cried after tearing his mouth from mine.

“Fuck yeah, Llorón, cry my name like you’d die for it.” I slammed inside him.

“I-I’m coming,” he shouted, head shoved into the pillow while his back arched off the mattress.