Page 131 of Trailer Trash

“You want to make some money sucking cock, then suck mine.”

His crown shoves into my mouth.

He grunts, angry.

I scream, but it’s muffled by his thick girth. My hands fly to his hips and my elbows lock as I try to push him off. He moves my head, pumping it forward and back, using me like his toy.

His breathing grows shallow. I look up and search his eyes, begging for mercy.

There’s nothing there but darkness.

My teeth scrape his shaft, but he doesn’t care. Desperate for air, I bite down, but he only fucks my mouth harder, pushing deep into my throat so hard and fast it might be tearing.

He yanks my mouth off his cock. Thick ropes of spit dangle between us.

“Killian! Stop!” I cry, and grapple his hand, trying once more to unclamp it from my hair.

“I want you to miss me when I’m not around. I want you to feel the way I do. I want it to be impossible for you to touch someone the way it is for me. Not suck his fucking dick.”

There’s no time to reply, and his cock fills my mouth again, ripping down my throat till I’m in agony. I can’t breathe with him blocking my airway. I’m starving for air.

Suddenly, I’m thrust backward. My shoulders hit the carpet first, then the back of my head. The impact is so hard, my vision flickers.

I blink several times.

He’s kneeling between my legs.

I try to sit up, but cough and clutch my throat. It’s throbbing and on fire.

He spits and it hits my clit. He drags his tip through the mess, its firm edge nudging the knot of nerves. The sensation is warm and slick. Normally, it would feel too damn good for words.

Not now.

I put my hands over my crotch, blocking him. He shoves them off. He knows I can’t win.

“Say it, baby,” he demands, his voice low and husky. “Say it was a mistake. Say you didn’t mean it.” His finger plunges into my pussy. He pulls it out, and the shine of my arousal hangs between my body and his glistening fingers.

“See? You’re deprived — you’ll fuck anyone. I didn’t give it to you good enough, did I? That’s why you did it. If I just fucked you harder. Longer. I can. It’s not over...”

He’s rambling. He’s not here. Not really.

“Killian, you don’t understand. Listen to me—”

Just then, he lowers himself.

My eyes snap shut because I know what’s coming. Last time, tenderness came first. He made me want him before he hurt me.

This time, there isn’t even the lie of tenderness.

“Please! Let’s talk.”

He doesn’t.

I gasp as he penetrates, blunt, hard, and merciless. He fists my hair again, jerking my head. It hurts like hell. He shoves his wet finger into my mouth. “Suck like you sucked his cock.”

I’m scared.

But I do it. I do it like the obedient girl he demands.