Page 128 of Trailer Park Billionaire
Helena’s fingers slide under my shirt, tracing the shape of my abs like she’s cataloging every fiber. Like I’m some priceless sculpture only she gets to touch without gloves. Her breath feels hot against my jaw. When she pulls back, her eyes are dark, focused, smiling like she’s planning something.
“I’m gonna ruin you tonight,” she whispers.
I let out a laugh. “Oh, yeah?You’regonna ruinme?”
She walks backwards, pulling me with her, fingers curled in the hem of my shirt. I let her take me. Past the canvas-strewn hallway, past the makeshift laundry corner, to the bedroom that still smells faintly of new beginnings.
When we get to the bed, she pulls off her shirt. Slowly. Deliberately. Like she’s unwrapping something sacred, something ethereal.
And god, do I want to defile it, defile her. Not just her body, not just her clever mouth, her sharp tongue, her perky tits, her perfect pussy, her bubble butt, but her mind.
There’s nothing I love more than that mind.
She tosses the shirt aside and climbs onto the bed like it’s her throne, both her arms resting on the headboard. “Now kneel for me,” she orders in a strict tone. “And take off your clothes,” she adds slightly less strict, like she forgot about it for a second.
I chuckle and cross my arms. “And how would I do that? Am I supposed to take my pants off while I’m kneeling? Or am I allowed to do that beforehand? Do you want me to kneel on the floor or in bed? Did you even think this all the way through?”
Helena quickly regains composure and huffs through her nose. “Don’t sass me, Benedikt. Or else?—”
“Or else, what?” I interrupt and start climbing onto the bed, towards her, my clothes still on.
“Or else… I’m going to give you a proper spanking for talking back to me.”
A devious smile spreads across my lips, then I grab both her ankles, yank her towards me, and turn her around. Her legs fly off the bed, her body resting on the mattress face down. I push her head into the blanket, making sure she stays in place. “A proper spanking, hm?”
“Did I say proper spanking?” She mumbles into the fabric while I pull down her shorts and panties all at once. “What I meant to say was gentle kissing. Gentle!”
I let my hand come down on her ass once. Helena whimpers underneath, making my favorite kind of music. Just for me. Then I trail kisses from her neck all the way to her curvaceous butt. “Gentle enough?” I ask and press her face into the mattress once again, drowning out her response. Quickly, I land another hand on her butt, then pull her by the hair, permitting her to breathe properly. Before she can answer, I push her back down and let more spanks rain across her ass. My hand turns as red as her cheeks. When I allow her to come up for air, I gently caress the skin. It’s red and sensitive to the touch. I kiss her ass and massage it. She gasps when I spank it once more, this time a little gentler.
Then I let my hand slip between her legs, right into her wetness. And, fuck, is she wet.
“Yeah,” she murmurs, still gasping, “as you can see that was the right amount of gentle. Now be a good boy and put that magic cock of yours inside me so that I can come. Preferably multiple times over.”
I grin against her skin, giving her more kisses while taking off my clothes as well. Once my gentle touch has her feeling safe, I yank her down the bed and onto her knees. Then I grab her hair, and turn her head to look up at me. “As my little innocent woman wishes,” I say (or maybe threaten). “Now open up thatpretty little mouth of yours so I can shove my magic cock in there and come. Probably multiple times over.”
Helena shakes her head, and just when she’s about to talk back, I ram my dick into her. I go as deep as I can. She gags almost immediately, spit coating my member from tip to balls. Slowly, I start moving inside her, the symphony of gags accompanying every thrust, her eyes watering when she looks up at me. She curses into my cock when I start moving faster and faster, my grip of her head holding her steady. She laughs when I release her and pull back to draw out that delicious moment just before I come.
“I love it when you fuck my face,” she mumbles through spit and tears, then shakes her head, remembering her role. “I mean, how dare you fuck my face?” She tries not to smile. “Stop this at once.” Then she opens her mouth again, eliciting a deep laugh from me.
Instead of giving her more of my cock, I reach around her throat and gently lift her up until we’re eye to eye. I press my lips against hers, my chest (much like my dick) feeling like it might burst any second now. “I love you so much,” I mumble into her mouth because it’s almost physically impossible stop kissing her. I manage to do it anyway and put her down onto the bed where I torture her with more of those gentle kisses she requested. This time they’re actual kisses, interspersed with a few nibbles and bites here and there. When I eventually reach that spot between her legs, I start losing myself. It’s not a conscious decision, it just happens. I forget about time, and the world, and just live to pleasure her. We fall into each other like a rhythm we’ve always known.
At some point, Helena gently brushes through my hair and begs me to come up to her. She presses her forehead to mine, both of us catching our breath. She nods. Barely. A silent plea.
And I would do anything to please her. When I finally slide into her, her gasp punches straight through me. We move slow at first. Deep. Measured. Her fingers gripping my face, unable to let go. Her lips seek mine when I increase my speed. I hold her with one hand around her throat, the other gripping her waist, as I take her on the edge of our bed—here, in the home we built.
Because that’s what this place is now. Not just a safe house, not just a temporary shelter in a trailer park. It’s ours. A place we made. A life we’re creating.
She’s home.
And so is this.
And if Helena is my home, being inside her is my happy place.
Unable to pace myself much longer, I start pounding into her harder and harder, our bodies clashing passionately, while our eyes never lose sight of each other. She shatters first—suddenly, with a cry she tries to muffle against my lips. Then she whispers a‘please’into my mouth like a prayer. It undoes me right then.
I release inside her with more force than I knew I had, filling her up entirely. Drawing that feeling out with every last thrust.
And when we’re both trembling—laughing and gasping and ruined in the best way possible—we collapse into the sheets. A tangled mess of limbs, and love, and whatever sins still linger on our skin. I lie beside her, tracing the curve of her ass where my handprints still show.
