Page 72 of Trailer Trash

“That’s it. Almost there.” His hips meet my backside, and he exhales in pleasure. “Mmm, see how well I fit? Your body’s made for me.”

I let out a nervous laugh, and look over my shoulder.

To my surprise, Killian doesn’t taunt back. He hesitates, though, taking in the fear, anxiousness, or whatever is on my face. I think he just now realized this isn’t a normal Saturday for me.

“Okay,” he says, answering a question I didn’t ask.

Then he kisses my temple — too soft, too sweet, too perfect.

Another.

I shudder and almost cry. It feels so damn good.

Another. Softer. Longer.

“Killian,” I whisper, my voice shaky.

“Yeah, baby?” he says, then gives me my first agonizingly deep thrust.

I gasp, because God I needed this. Because he’s ruining me, and I wanted to be ruined.

“Um, it feels too good. Could you maybe, stop being so nice?”

“Why? My lowly CNA can’t handle it?”

And then—

He fucks me slow.

Because that’s him. Because I let someone too smart and manipulative into my bed.

I freaking melt into the sheets.

I could stay there all night, loving the feel of his shaft at that exact speed awakening parts of me that I’ve been dying to feel.

That would be safe. I could process that.

He has other plans.

He rises to his knees and drags my hips back to meet him. The first hard thrust punches the breath from my lungs.

His fingers sink into my hips as he sets a punishing rhythm. Each stroke drives me deeper into the mattress, dragging against every swollen, sensitive place inside me. I grip the sheets and try to hold on, but he keeps taking the air from my lungs before I can recover it.

“Killian,” I gasp.

He slows just enough to make me feel every inch retreat, then slams back inside.

My brain short-circuits.

For a moment, he leaves me dripping and dazed on the bed.

The mattress sinks behind me. He pushes back inside, slips one arm beneath my hips, and seals my rose-toy over my clit. He did know where it was. The first pulse makes my entire body jump.

He thrusts harder, grinding me against the suction with every stroke. Pleasure builds too quickly for me to prepare. One orgasm tears through me, and another begins before the first has finished. I tense, collapse, and tense again until my mouth hangs open but no sound comes out.

And he fucks me. God, he fucks me till I know walking will hurt and my insides will ache. It’s brutal and beautiful all at once. He goes fast. He goes slow. He fucks me into the bed until I can’t see straight.

Just when I think I can’t take anymore—