Page 115 of Trailer Trash

“God, I love watching your mouth take it like you’re starved.”

He straightens, his weight lifting off my back. He gazes down, watching where we’re connected.

And then—

His hand slips under my hips and reaches my clit. But it isn’t his fingertips.

His knife.

He turns the blade sideways. He lays the flat of the blade across my swollen clit. It pulses against the cold steel while the sharpened edge waits one careless movement away.

The sharp edge is right there, ready to cut if not held perfectly, yet I don’t protest, the danger only fueling my arousal.

Instantly, I cry because my body hates me. It responds to dangerous touch so fast.

Too fast.

I spit out the money and unravel, pinned beneath him, the blade held with care.

Tears pool onto the counter and wet my hair and cheek.

“Oh, Kill,” I say meekly, despicably weak and small.

“Jesus, you’re fucking easy. Your sad little body was made for me.” He moans while pumping in sensual strokes. “Your ass sucks so hard when I pull out. You’re desperate to keep me inside of you.”

I swallow back tears and nod. He retracts his hips and my bottom chases him.

He’s right. I want all of him.

Inside of me.

Every inch.

“Say it,” he growls, threatening to pull out completely.

“I love your cock inside of me,” I confess, loud and audacious. “I can’t get enough of you.”

He pulls out anyway — completely.

I groan in frustration. “No, Kill. No.”

He drags his crown through the slick oil, up and down my ass crack, then massages the opening, teasing me.

I lean into him, back fully arched, begging for more.

“This ass want me, baby? First it wouldn’t let me in, and now it can’t get enough.”

My thighs shake and I lean back more, feeding in his tip. The tight ring opens for him. The tip slides in, but he won’t advance. My hips tilt, and the muscle releases and squeezes, trying to pull him in again. He holds it there.

My throat is tight as I beg, “Please. Please. Please. Oh, God, please.”

Because I do want more. I want him using me as hard and fast as he desires. I ache to feel that fullness again.

“Fuck,” he growls through clenched teeth as he watches my hips rock back and forth on his tip.

Finally — finally — he pushes in.

“Ohhh, Killy,” I moan.