Page 162 of Trailer Trash

I waggle my finger in front of his nose, shaming him. “Tsk, tsk. Try again.”

“I’ll ask,” he mutters.

“Because you love me.”

His voice lowers. “Because I love you.”

I smile. “Because I won’t leave you.”

His eyes flick up.

I slip my hand underneath my hips and grip his cock. Carefully, I bring him to my entrance and slide onto his shaft. My walls stretch for him. I strain to keep my eyes open.

The blade’s tip remains pressed above his heart. “Repeat it, Killy.”

He licks his lips, then says, “Because you won’t leave me.”

“That’s right. I won’t leave you. You don’t have to take me. I’m already yours.” I lift my hips, rising then falling onto his thick length. He inhales through his nose. I move steady, watching him with every rise and fall.

My pace increases, and he tries to lift his hips.

I dig the blade’s tip in enough to stop him. “No moving your hips. I didn’t give you permission.”

“You little—”

I smile proudly. “I learned from the best.”

Then I ride him faster. His hands grip my thighs as the rest of his body remains still.

“I love you,” I repeat as my climax nears. I look into his eyes, praying he says it back. I drop the knife and cry out, “Finish me.”

He’s fast, moving me under him.

“I love you, too,” he says firmly, then, he fucks me. My already near-orgasm slams down like a tidal wave.

The universe bursts behind my eyes. My body sweats and tingles with euphoria.

He speaks deep and certain with each word.

“I.”

Thrust.

“Love.”

Thrust.

“You.”

Thrust.

“Fuck,” he pants. “It’s good to finally say that.”

He drops over me, reaching his climax. His moan is raw and unrestrained.

As the world slowly sharpens around me, I pet him, gently stroking his head and back.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it, Killy?”