Trailer Park Princess by Delia Steele, J. J. Williams

zipping the front up.
    “Done,” I say. He turns back around and smiles. I haven’t changed into the shorts yet. He dropped them a little too far out of my reach.
    He is suddenly back in the truck bed, pushing me down on my back. He showers me with sweet, gentle kisses all over my face and neck, constantly telling me how he loves me and why. He slowly unzips the hoodie so his hand can slide in. “Damn, baby, I love this bra! I didn’t even think you had one on.” I forgot about the black strapless bra. If he finds out it matches my panties, I will be in trouble soon.
    Next thing I know, his mouth is on my nipple, and I flinch because I wasn’t expecting it. Toby is waiting for marriage, so what is he doing?
    “Toobb…Tobyyy, stop. I thought we can’t…you said…ugh, we are waiting. Remember?” He looks up at me, my nipple still in his mouth. Pop! He lets it go and is running his tongue all over it.
    “Rory, I love you, and you love me. That will not change. Nothing will change but your last name.”
    I just stare, fighting the squirm I have going on because my body is refusing to listen to me. It wants more. I huff out and fall back.
    “Not all the way, Toby. I will do anything except all the way; I’m not ready.” He smiles and his tongue darts out again. I feel him tugging at my dress, and I lift my legs. I told him not all the way; he will respect that. I feel his hand again. His tongue is relentless. Wow! My back arches again, and I moan. It feels so good. He has one hand cupping and squeezing my breast, one hand circling my clit, and his tongue is running slowly down my stomach.
    “Anything, right, baby? Please trust me. I want you, and I want this. I am going to miss you so bad when I leave. Baby, please, give me this memory to hold on to, please. It’s just you and me forever, baby; I swear.”
    I almost say yes, and he uses that second to flick my throbbing clit. I scream, “Oh, Toby, please.” I meant ‘please do it again,’ but he took it as ‘Oh, TOBY FUCK ME LONG TIME,’ and now I don’t know how to stop it. Before I know it, he has my dress off, and his fingers are slamming into me hard. He is being way too aggressive, and it kind of hurts. I figure I can ride it out, though, you know…give and take a little. I squirm again and “Oh yeah,” slips from my lips before I can stop it. I am trying to think about other things while he power-drives my vagina like it’s a sidewalk being destroyed. I’m so disoriented I don’t even realize it’s not his hand anymore. I know! I should be able to tell the difference, right? Right? My mind is so worked up trying to block the minor pain, it totally slips by me. When I realize what’s going on, I try to push myself out from under him.
    “Oh, Toby, stop!”              
    But my ‘oh’ comes out ragged from the struggle, and he takes it and my pushing as ‘Go Faster!’ I guess I’m confusing him or something. A few seconds later, a sharp pain pushes its way through me.
    “Ohhhh!” I cry out. He stops moving. Finally, he’s figured out he is hurting me. I try to push out from under him again, and he pulls me into a tight hug. That is when I notice it. He didn’t stop; he finished! I can feel the heated cum squirting inside me. I can feel the jerky movement just barely down below. There is no controlling the tremors and silent tears that take over my body. I start crying my eyes out right there.
    “Rory, you were perfect.” He pulls back, and only then realizes I am crying and shaking. “What’s wrong?”
    I take the opportunity of him moving to push him off. I move to the top of the truck bed, lean back against the cab, and pull my knees in close to me.
    “I told you not all the way.”
    He jerks back like I slapped him. “What the hell, Rory? You said that, but then you said, ‘OH, YES, TOBY! PLEASE, TOBY!’” He makes his voice all high-pitched to mimic me while making rapid hand movements. “Don’t you start