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Indiana summers were the worst. Hot sun beating down on your skin, making you feel like you were about to melt into a puddle on the grass below. The light, fawn fabric of your pretty little sundress hugging softly against your curves, the hem creeping up your smooth, tanned thighs as you stretch, reaching up on your tippy toes. The strap of one shoulder slipping down, baring your creamy skin, unintentionally showing off the perfect swell of one breast.
Your hair piled up high in a messy bun. Didn't start out that way, was neat and perfect when you did it this morning, but the heat and humidity of August has made it unruly. Wispy little tendrils escape your scrunchy, and fall softly around your flushed face.
You're barefoot. Hate wearing shoes in the summer and the soft grass feels good on your feet. Your pretty painted toes sink softly into the cool grass, blades tickling your skin as you reach up, hanging the last of your laundry on the clothesline.
You hear it behind you, the familiar sound of his motorcycle, the engine rumbling deep, can feel it vibrate through your feet and up your calves. Your heart practically leaping into your throat as he pulls up into the driveway, and the engine dies.
Billy.
Slides off his bike, his heavy boots crunch up some dirt and gravel as he walks. You hear it but you don't turn around, just fiddle, securing the clothespins tightly on your delicate things as they lightly dance from the barely there, hot summer breeze.
Stained white tank top clings to his muscular body as he leans against his bike for just a moment. Skin damp with a sheen of sweat and smears of black engine grease from working on cars all day at the garage just outside of town. Takes off his black helmet, shaking out his curls, which have gotten long and fall softly around his shoulders, perfect little ringlets, like he just stepped out from a movie screen and hadn't been hiding under a helmet for the past 20 minutes, wind whipping past his head.
Deep, pretty blue eyes immediately lock on you standing there, faced away from him. Lets his gaze fall and linger on your bare thighs, where your sundress has ridden up, then slowly travel up to your exposed shoulder, to the bit of side boob that peeks through, making his dick react in his tight Levi's.
Doesn't say anything at first, just enjoys the view with sleepy eyes, his lips parted softly. Subtle breeze making his curls dance against his shoulders, tan skin glistening in the heat of the baking sun. Looks more like he should be on a beach somewhere in California than here, in this shit trailer park in Hawkins, Indiana.
"Well, well... look at you, giving the neighbor's a nice little show."
Scoffs, his face returning quickly to the stoic look he had before he spoke.
"Just doing laundry, Bills."
You answer back, still faced away. Too dangerous to look at him, you know better, so instead you pretend to adjust the clothespins a little tighter on the line, hoping he'll get bored and go inside, drink his beer, like he usually does everyday after work.
Instead he walks closer to where you're standing. The sheer heat of him baking off of his hard body, and you feel it instantly. You swallow hard when he rests his chin on your bare shoulder, stubble scratching rough against your skin.
His smell, motor oil, cigarettes. It's heady, and you try to ignore how he makes you feel, being this close. How this burning heat starts coiling low in your belly and you start thinking things about him that you know you shouldn't.
"You think hanging up some fuckn' sheets is more important than taking care of your daddy's needs?"
Whispers hot against your ear, his dirty words send this thrill straight between your thighs and you hate yourself for it. Big hands grip your hips hard, squeezing at your softness, making you wince, almost too painful, yet somehow you like it and you wonder what's wrong with you.
Pulls you close against him, rough, and you swear you feel his thick cock pressing against your bum, but maybe it's just your imagination because whatever you're feeling is huge and that thought both scares you and turns you on.
The denim feels rough against your bare thigh, but it's that heat that makes you crazy. It's like he's on fire, burning through his clothes and seeping into your skin and you love how dirty it makes you feel, like you need a scalding hot shower just to scrub away the filthy thoughts that are running wild through your mind.
"Don't you have a girl to care for your needs?"
You huff, pulling away from him quick, picking up the empty laundry basket and heading towards the trailer door.
You know all about them. The girls. The ones he brings around all the time, fucks so loud you swear the whole trailer park can hear. But you're really not sure why you care so much.
Billy's jaw gets tight, irritation crosses his face. Something about you makes him both angry and horny at the same time. Hates being dismissed. Been working hard all day, blood humming with this restless energy, and here you are looking like the most delicious sin, half dressed, the prettiest thing he's ever laid eyes on, showing off to the neighbors like some little slut who needs to be tamed.
You turn away from him, the sudden movement making the hem of your dress flutter enough for him to get a perfect view of your pretty ass, adorned in the tiniest lace panties. So naughty. Such a good girl on the outside, but underneath... he knows what you need.
"Being such a little bitch, on your period or something?"
There's this dark, almost amused edge in his words. Doesn't let you walk too far before his strides catch up to you, his hand gripping your waist, spinning you around so forcefully that you drop the laundry basket to the ground, letting out a little yelp.
His face close to yours, most handsome man you've ever seen. Tan skin yet he has these pretty little freckles that dot over his nose and cheeks, so light you might miss them unless you're lucky enough, or maybe unlucky enough, to be this close to him. He walks you backwards, pinning your body between his and the wooden post of the clothesline.
"Fuck you."
You spit out, but god he smells so good, like sin and summer. Something animal about Billy and you hate yourself because you know it shows on your face, the way his blue eyes look down at you, that knowing expression, like he owns you and truth was, he did. Something in the way your pupils dilate, the way your breath changes when he's close. Sees right through you. To your most intimate thoughts, at least that's how he made you feel.
"Aww, trying to act all tough, but those pretty eyes... they're telling a whole different story, baby girl. They're begging me to stop talking... and start doing something else with my mouth."
His large hand, stained with grease, slides up the curve of your waist, dark smudges staining the light fabric of your dress. Hand so big it practically swallows you whole as he runs his palm up and over your tits roughly, not stopping though, just traveling up then stopping at the skin of your bare shoulder, his thumb tracing along the line of your collarbone, pressing heavy, smearing black grease everywhere he touches.
"You're getting me all dirty."
You say, soft, without any urgency at all, watching him lick his lips. Blue eyes gazing down at your cleavage. You feel dizzy and you weren't exactly sure if it was the sun overhead bearing down on you, or just the heat baking off of him that was making you feel that way.
Presses his palm firmly against your face, his thumb smearing more grease across your cheek. It's almost comforting and tender, his warmth against your skin. The way he's touching you so gentle. Then he smirks, looking almost proud of himself.
"I think you like being dirty, little girl. But I'll be a gentleman and help clean up the mess I made."
Licks his lips again, blue eyes tracing the line of your throat for a beat, watching your pulse flutter. Then, leaning his head down he slides his thick, hot tongue out, pressing it between your the swell of your tits, licking a broad strip up your throat, stopping at your chin. Pulls away, laughing, as a trail of goosebumps covers your entire body.
"But then again... I ain't much of a gentleman."
He adds, eyes suddenly very intense, lighting up in the sun, blue like the ocean, more alive than they had been before, less sleepy now, like you're entertaining him.
The sweat from his tank top is seeping through onto your dress and you love it, want to swallow him whole, the stupid fuck. Want to give him anything he asks for even though you know it's wrong.
His thick fingers slip up and under the hem of your dress, bunching up the fabric in his fist, pushing it up until it's gathered around your waist, the pretty lace of your panties showing in the bright summer sun.
"But we both know you're not looking for a gentleman. Are ya, sweetheart?"
Rubs his nose against yours, too cute for how dirty he is. It's slow, lips almost touching yours and your eyes flutter shut at the intensity of it all, your head feeling swimmy.
"Gonna keep playing housewife, or you gonna let me give you what you're asking for?"
He purrs.
"Stop it, Billy Hargrove."
You say softly, looking around the trailer park, which is unusually quiet and empty for such a warm summer day. It's deceiving though, like maybe all your neighbors could peek out through their curtains any second, see you two and think god knows what.
Laughs. Knows stop doesn't really mean stop when you say it in that way. It's just the shy, innocent game you play when you pretend you aren't completely undone by him. He knows though, in how your eyes look everywhere but in his, the soft little tremble of your thighs pressing against his.
"You don't mean that."
Shifts his weight and you feel his hard cock pressing against your hip. No denying what it is now and how big it was, practically pushing its way straight through his jeans. Truth was Billy didn't need your permission, he could feel your body inviting him.
"I hate you."
You say, staring straight into his eyes now and you know he doesn't believe you. Laughs loud, looking up to the sky and you watch the beautiful veins in his neck cord for a beat and you want to lick them, feel them pulsing against your tongue.
Growls deep, burying his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of your pretty skin and the sun warmed softness of your delicate perfume, something like vanilla and maybe roses he thinks.
"Such a liar."
He mumbles, grinding his bulge lazily against your hip, slow and deliberate, wanting you to know what you've got coming. Drags his nose along the line of your jaw, nibbling softly on your chin.
"The neighbors... Billy... the neighbors might see."
You whisper, pushing softly against his shoulders, but he just responds by pressing you harder against the wooden post, the splintery roughness biting into your back through your thin dress making you wince.
"Let em' see what a slut you are for me."
His voice a dangerous low growl.
Filthy words, not an insult really, more like a kiss... dirty and bad, the way he talks to you. The things he says when no one else is around, makes a heat pool between your thighs and you know it's bad, but you don't care when he's this close.
Nuzzles just below your ear, his stubble grazing against your skin, tickling soft, making you want to giggle. Moves his hips, grinding them closer to your pussy, causing this beautiful pressure against your aching clit. Rutting up and down, huffing heavy against your neck like a dog in heat.
"Jesus, Billy."
You moan soft, can't help it, there's that flutter in your belly getting stronger, a fire building deep and once it starts you know nothing can make it stop, except him.
The pretty sounds you're making causing his balls to draw up tight already and he's barely started. Drinks it in, what a whore you are for him, right here in front of anyone who happens to want a peek. Pretty little slut, trashy whore, Billy's toy to play with whenever his balls ache and his dick gets hard.
"Burning up, baby girl?"
Whispers deep, groping your ass. Fingers spreading out wide to squeeze your plump cheek up under your dress, practically growling in your face while he does it. Slipping past your lacy panties, you start to feel a little nervous when you realize where his fingers are going.
Rough fingertips lightly graze your tight, puckered ass hole. Doesn't push them inside, just dances his middle and forefinger there, circling slowly. Heavy huffs of cigarette breath hit your face and you lick your lips, swear you can taste it.
"Stop that."
You say so softly you wonder if you actually said it out loud.
"Stop what, baby girl?"
Voice smooth like honey, mumbled back against your neck again, his wet tongue licking and sucking, softly biting, soaking your skin with his spit.
Doesn't stop, traces your tight rim with two thick fingers before pushing the tips of them inside. It's just a little, maybe an inch, but you moan all slutty making him smirk.
"Stop making you shake? Stop making you soak my hand with your slutty little cunt?"
Hums when he feels a little shiver run through your thighs. Your head lolls back against the poll. Loves that he has this power over you, to make you fall apart just with a single dirty push of a finger or two up your sweet ass.
"So tight... so ready for me. Just begging for it, aren't ya, baby?"
You shake your head no, slowly, the back of your scalp rubbing across the wooden post. Your hips moving back against his fingers as he fucks them into your ass hole. The tip of his middle and forefinger pushing past the tight ring and slipping deeper inside.
Watches your pretty face, lost in the way your eyes flutter and your lips part, sweet, tiny broken whimpers falling past them. Wants to see you break. Billy needs to see you fall apart.
"Deeper Billy."
You whine and he chuckles, showing off his perfect teeth.
"Nah."
Fingers slip out of your ass and your eyes shoot open. Then you cry out, your toes curling in the grass when those same fingers slide to the front and run along your soaked slit.
"So wet for me, baby... such a good girl for me."
Fingers sinking, slowly, deep into your sweet cunt, pumping in and out while his thumb presses steadily against your swollen clit.
"Oh... Billy... just for you... all for you."
His mouth crashes onto yours. Billy isn't a gentle kisser, he collides, desperate, filled with hot lust, all tongue and teeth, biting at your lips, licking into your hot mouth, making you moan from deep in your chest. It's like he's trying to swallow you, it's needy and hungry. Both your breaths ragged and uneven.
Adds a third finger into your pussy, driving deeper into your soaking heat. You moan loud, bucking your hips into his hand. Pretty tits bounce softly, spilling from your dress, from the force of his thick fingers rutting deep into your tight hole. Looks down at you with a snarl on his lips, like he wants to bite you and in a weird way you wish he would.
Suddenly he stops, pulling his fingers out of your needy hole, chuckling softly.
"All worked up, princess?"
You feel an intense heat in your cheeks, embarrassed. Like he wasn't serious, just teasing you. Exposing a part of yourself that is so desperate for him. But then suddenly he sinks to his knees in front of you, making you gasp, your hands flying to his shoulders to steady yourself as he disappears beneath the hem of your sundress.
It's overwhelming, intense warmth pools between your thighs. His hot mouth presses against the thin lacy material of your panties. His tongue sweeping up wide and firm over the fabric. Spit soaking through the lace, making your already damp panties cling to your aching cunt. You feel the heat of his breath on you, warm tongue licking up your slit. The way you taste making him groan against you.
You can't see him, hidden away beneath the little tent of your dress, just the outline of his big head. His hands grip your thighs, fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave bruises, pulling you closer to his face, while grunting like a desperate, starved animal.
Nuzzles his nose against your cunt, filling his lungs with your beautiful scent. Licking with long, heavy strokes, fat tongue stopping at your swollen clit and suckling through the fabric.
Your thighs tremble and your breathing is ragged. Your fingers try and grab at his curls that are hidden beneath the fabric of your dress, desperate to touch something, anything before you collapse. Every lick of his tongue sends this intense heat crashing through you, making your hips buck into his face, desperate for more.
"Billy... oh fuck, please!"
You half cry, half moan, pulling at the only thing you can reach, the back of his tank top. Fisting the damp fabric, awkwardly.
"Mmm, so pretty, baby girl... so pretty for daddy."
Mumbles against you, knows he owns you, but in some way you own him too. Risking everything for this one moment with you. Been dreaming about this for months.
Pulls the fabric of your panties taut against your cunt, stretching the damp lace so tightly over your mound, making you whimper all soft and pretty.
"Cum for me, pretty girl."
With his other hand he grips your thigh. Wraps his rough palm around your softness, lifting your leg up, forcing it wide open. Licks through the stretched fabric, his tongue stopping to suck your clit through the lace. The pressure too much, the suction of his mouth on your clit is so hard, the tension finally breaks and it feels almost violent in how it crashes over you.
Your body goes rigid, your head smacking back hard against the clothesline post as a jagged little cry rips from your throat. It's helpless and heavy, wave after delicious wave of blinding, white hot pleasure crashes through your entire body, your juices gushing from your core to his mouth.
"Billy, Billy, Billy!"
You moan his name over and over.
He doesn't pull away, even after the waves start to subside, just keeps his mouth pressed hard against your cunt, drinking you in, huffing out against your soaked lips, everything warm and moist between your thighs, your legs shaking uncontrollably in his grip.
Pulls back slow, something dark in his eyes when he looks up at you through long dark lashes. His lips glisten in the sunlight, coated with your slick and his spit, wish he would kiss you with that dirty mouth.
Your knees buckle and he catches you. Pulls you to the ground. You hit the earth in a soft little thud, the warmth of the grass feels nice, seeping into your skin. You close your eyes and smile all soft and lazy. Can smell crushed clover and the sweat of his skin. Your body tingling and you moan for no reason except how good it all feels.
Billy looms over you, his body blocking out the sun. Pupils blown wide, swallowing the blue almost completely. More animal than man at this point and you want it, all of it. Want him to take you right here, to break you in two, put you in your place.
You don't have time to think much beyond that because in a beat he's ripping your panties clean off, roughly. You feel them straining, then a sharp snap and they break away. He just tosses them to the side, where they fall into some tall weeds.
Sits back a bit, undoing his belt. Doesn't give a shit about the neighbors, or the mess he's making of you right here, out in the open. Just focused on the throbbing ache in his heavy balls. His desperate need for release.
Hands moving to undo his jeans with this frantic, impatient energy. Shoves them down just enough so that his fat dick springs free, hitting back against his tan, muscular abs.
His cock is meaty and thick. With a large vein running down the length of it. The tip shimmers in the sun with precum, a trickle running down along the shaft. It's pretty. Perfect. His fist wraps around the base, giving it a squeeze, stroking it slowly, staring down at you beneath him.
Can see it in your eyes, how huge you think he is. Feeds his ego. Knows he's a beast, but he doesn't want to break you before he's had his fill of you. Knows he needs to feed you nice and slow.
Positions himself between your spread, shaking thighs. You can feel the heaviness of his cock pressing against your soaked hole. Settles his heavy body over yours, the head of his cock pressing against your tight cunt, the pressure feels too good. You whimper and wriggle your hips, trying to push him more inside you.
The tip stretches your delicate folds to their absolute limit, forcing them open nice and wide, to take the sheer girth of it all. You hear Billy let out the sweetest little sound, something deep and pretty for such a rough guy. Moaning at the warmth and tightness of you, laid out here like a perfect angel, all his to do with as he pleases.
The way he's already filling you and it's just the tip. It's delicious. You feel this slow burning, this heavy pressure building.
He says your name, his voice broken and raspy and it makes you feel like the most beautiful girl in the entire world.
He's holding back, heavy and still, letting your body adjust to the sheer girth before pushing himself back in. Big hands slip beneath your ass to tilt you up to meet his thrusts. Leans his full weight into you, driving the rest of his full length inside, in one long, deep, slow perfect stroke, making you both moan.
"Ohhh... Billy... it's too much."
You whimper, digging your nails into his shoulder blades. The fullness makes your breath hitch over and over again and your legs start to close tight around him.
"Shh, shh... look at me, baby."
He murmurs, forehead pressing against yours. The velvety hot squeezing of your pussy making him feel like he's going to lose it already. Sweat drips off his face, falling against you. His hips move slow, muscles flexing under his sweaty skin. Stays buried deep inside for a moment. Hooded eyes watch your face and the pretty expressions your making.
"So tight.. you were made for this. Perfect little whore, taking my cock so well."
The burning quickly fades into something so intense and perfect, making your legs fall open wider. You moan and cry out in pleasure, nails digging into his slippery skin at the feeling of him bottoming out inside your tight cunt, again and again.
Rocks pressing deep between your shoulder blades, but you don't feel a thing, just something you'll notice later when you're alone, taking your bath.
Huffs out into your face, and you breath him in. He's strong, fucking you good and deep and you feel like you're about to crack in two. His big thick body, hard and heavy, making it hard to breath. You feel small and fragile compared to him and the roughness of his thrusts into your small frame.
"Yeah, you love this, don'tcha you little slut?"
Fucks into you harder, his hips slapping against yours making this squelching sound from how soaked you are. His hands let go of your ass and reach around, finding your hands, lifting them up over your head, pinning you to the earth, pressing down hard, while he drives his cock into you, rough and fast.
"Ohh... Billy... so good!"
You moan, watching his face. He's too beautiful and intense, with this erotic sort of concentration. Pretty wrinkles over his forehead when his eyebrows furrow. He's using you for his pleasure and it makes you feel so proud, like he chose you over all the other girls he could have.
The dappled light dances along his tan skin and you want to lick him, but you keep closing your eyes, unable to really concentrate on anything but how he's making you feel.
"You're mine. My girl."
He pants, his voice hoarse and you nod yes, dreamily, because you are his, always was. Blue eyes burning down at you, pretty curls falling around his perfect face and for a moment you think maybe you love him.
Billy loves the power he has over you. Loves the worship in your eyes, how lost you get in him. Knew this would be easy. Knew you would be too easy.
You moan like a bitch in heat. The feeling of his skin against yours, the weight of his heavy body, the thickness of his cock as it drives into you, the perfect curve of it, hitting that spot inside you just right. You close your eyes again, lips parted softly, when you feel his grip on your wrists tighten, pressing them harder into the soft dirt, thumbs tracing across your pulse, feeling your heart beat like a little caught bird.
"Look at me!"
Growls, picking up the pace, fucking into you harder, more primal and desperate. You cry out, maybe too loud, but you don't care.
You're both rutting and gasping on the sun drenched, shitty patch of grass, right outside your damn trailer. Fat cock hitting you just right, pelvis rubbing and smacking hard against your clit over and over.
The delicious friction making you bite your bottom lip a little too hard, causing it to bleed a little. He licks the small cut with this slow stroke of his fat tongue, the taste mixing with some long lost cherry lip gloss you had on earlier. Sucks your bottom lip deep into his mouth, teeth grazing the sensitive skin, making it burn.
Then he sees it, the exact moment you break.
You cum again, the whole world dissolving into a white hot blur for a second time. A wave of heat that starts in your belly and explodes throughout your entire body. You let out a broken whimper that gets swallowed up by the sounds around you, the cicadas in the trees, someone mowing their lawn in the distance.
Billy feels the way your pussy flutters around his thick cock, the way your pussy squeezes him tight. Milking him good and hard. Pushes him over the edge. His jaw locks tight, his eyebrows furrow and there's a pretty sound that comes from somewhere deep inside him, like a growl. Buries himself deep, his body going stiff as he cums hard. deep inside your hungry cunt.
Pumps hot, thick ropes of cum deep into your beautiful heat. His sweaty chest heaving against yours. You can feel his heart hammering and you want to kiss his forehead, but you don't dare.
Lets go of your wrists You're just now realizing how sore they are from his full weight pressing them into the ground. You roll them softly in little circles to get the stiff feeling out.
All you can hear is his breathing against your face. His hands slide down and sit on your waist, squeezing into your soft skin, like he's not quite ready to let go of you yet. You rest your head against his and softly rub your cheek against his cheek. His skin is hot, yet his sweat is almost cool and tacky and you know you'll have to peel yourself away from him, quite literally. His shaky exhales tickle your skin and it makes you smile softly, like he's yours.
Maybe just for this moment he's yours.
Then, without a word, Billy pulls away from you slow and heavy. Doesn't look at you, stands, pulling up his jeans, belt still hanging loosely open, tan belly peeking out beneath his disheveled tank top.
Reaches into his back pocket pulling out a slightly crushed pack of Marlboro Reds, fishing one out and bringing it to his lips.
Flicks his Zippo, lighting it in that cool way that only Billy can, taking a deep drag, exhaling smoke lazily through his nostrils. You watch it as it drifts up towards the trees. His eyes are hooded and dark, glancing down at you. You're a beautiful sight, used and sexy. Could fuck you again, but there's no time.
Then the toe of his boot is nudging your bare thigh.
"Better get up before your mama gets home."
Murmurs around his cigarette, taking another pull, then looking off at the horizon, riding high off of what just happened between you two, or maybe regretting it instead, you couldn't quite tell.
You touch his dusty boot, slipping your hand up and wrapping your fingers around his ankle the best you could. Like you wanted to hold him still, keep him here with you for a little longer.
Takes one last drag of his barely smoked cigarette, before tossing it into the yard.
Looking back down at you he murmurs:
"Don't go gettin' all clingy on me now."
Doesn't wait for you to say anything, just walks off inside the trailer leaving you lying in the grass, his boots sound heavy and distant. The screen door creaks on its hinges, slamming shut, leaving you alone in the dappled light of the yard.
All the sounds around you come rushing back in and you cover yourself up, adjusting your dress, pulling the blades of grass from you hair. Remembering where you are.
Your body humming with this delicious ache that never seems to be satisfied when it comes to Billy. Always wanting something more from him, his attention, his body, his love.
A gentle breeze washes over you, flitting the bottom of your dress, your hand reaching out to feel for you tossed panties. You'll need to do another load of laundry, your pretty dress stained with grease and grass, ripped in places that will need mending.
Everything feels strangely still and heavy. Lying there, a beautiful messy wreckage in the grass stained by his hands and his mouth. The smell of Billy lingers on your skin, mingling with the smell of the summer earth below and you know you're in love with that man.