Page 71 of Trailer Trash

He stands and undoes his pants. I watch in awe as he strips. The low light casts such deep shadows over every inked line and sculpted ridge. He strokes himself, chin lifted, looking his arrogant self.

“Come here, baby. Crawl for me.” He points at the end of the bed where he stands. “Come taste the richest cock you’ll ever have in your mouth.”

My brow lifts, but I don’t fight. I’m this far in. I like him. I like that he’s awful. Fighting it makes it worse.

So I crawl.

Pathetic.

Until I am on all fours, facing him. He cups my jaw and lifts, forcing me to look up at him. The tip of his cock meets my lips. The salt and heat of his pre-cum coats them as he draws along their shape, much like applying lipstick.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he orders.

I meet his gaze. He’s so intimidating. His towering body looms over mine, and those eyes, they don’t convey, they command.

“Open wider.”

I do.

His thick cock inches forward. He doesn’t press it fully in. Just pumps slow, letting me get used to it. My jaw steadily loosens, adjusting for the intrusion a little more each time.

“Harlow,” he says darkly. “I knew I’d break you. Look at yourself finally taking my cock in that stubborn little mouth. Not so professional, are you?”

My eyes widen. He’s right. I’m blowing my patient.

“Say it.” His fingers slip into my hair and he moves my head forward so I take him deeper. “Say you love having me stretch your throat.”

I gasp, but he only goes deeper, causing me to gag.

“Say it, Harlow. Say how bad you wanted this.”

I garble, unable to form a single word. My throat burns as his giant cock stretches me to my limits.

His length slips from my mouth, and with it, my words tumble out. “I wanted it, you trust-fund psychopath!”

I gasp for air.

He smirks, amused, then pushes my body backward. My spine flattens against the cool sheets. He doesn’t mount me though. He rolls me onto my belly.

The heat of him is close. His tip presses to my opening.

“Kill—,” I cry, taken aback by the suddenness.

Oh, God. Here it comes.

He smacks my ass, then nips on the shell of my ear.

“You ready to finally feel a real cock, baby?”

My mouth parts in panic the moment he advances. An intense pressure builds. My eyes snap shut and I bury my face in the pillow, straining to let this forbidden man inside my body.

My thighs shake.

He inches forward slowly, and rasps against my ear sweet words that soothe.

“You’re doing such a good job, baby.”

I can’t speak, I just listen, coaching my body to open for him.