Trailer Park Princess (24 page)

“Yes, like all night.” I sit up and get ready to hang up. “I need to go, Mando. It’s late, and Saige will be up early.” She huffs in true Mando form. She always forgets the time difference.

“OK
, slut, but FYI, if you see Clay talking to chicks, I’m gonna need you to beat their asses. I may want to keep him a while. And tell Romeo to pass on his secret. I’d like to be fucked sideways all night long.” She laughs until I hear the click. I drop the phone and fall back on the bed. My gosh, will she always be so crass? I love her, but dang, she is a freaking handful. With a mouthful.

“I cannot get over her starting preschool,” I say while packing up a little backpack for Saige. “She shouldn’t be this old,” I pout.

“It’s OK
, baby; she will be in the same place as always, just one hall over. It will be good for her. She’s ready for this.” Rome takes the bag from me and puts the little color box in it. “She is her mother’s daughter; she’s tough.” I smile at that because if there is one thing I know, she is meaner than I have ever been. Saige doesn’t take crap from anyone!

“I’m going to go see if she’s ready to get dressed.” I turn to head to her room and find her sitting in front of the TV with Denver. He seems to be giving her first day advice. I hear him telling her what I told him his first day.

“Princess, will not leave you, Saige. She has to trust them first. It’ll be OK.” I smile because he remembers and still believes it. I would murder someone over these kids. My little four pod is unbreakable. I pick her up and ruffle Denver’s hair. “Hey, Princess!  Rome just brushed my hair!” he says, sticking his bottom lip out.

“It’ll be OK
; I’ll fix it in just a minute.” I turn and take Saige to her room. “It’s time to get you ready, pretty girl. Want to wear your pink shorts and top that has glitter on it?” I ask as I sit her on the bed. She nods her head eagerly and hops down to grab her shiny pink shoes.

“Why do them boys call you’d a princess, Mommy? You’re too old to be a princess. I am the princess, not you.” I pick her back up and pull the top over her head.

“Well, when I met Rome,” she puts her tiny fingers over my lips to stop me.

“You mean Daddy?” I shake my head to remove her fingers.

“Yes, baby, I mean your daddy. He always called me Princess, but I was younger, so it was OK. It turned into a nickname, and the boys picked it up.” I love hearing her call Rome, Daddy. I have tried to explain the situation so many times, but she is too young. When she came home from daycare calling him Daddy, we never corrected her. Rome loved it, so we just went with it. I show her the photo of Toby and me and explain often that he is her biological dad, so she refers to him as Dad, but it will never hold the same meaning. I took off the locket Toby gave me a long time ago, but it hangs in a box for her when she gets old enough. Even if Toby never acknowledges her, I will tell her all about him because it’s only right. She deserves to know who he is. She will form her own opinions in time.

“Alright, now we have to brush your hair. Then, you’ll be all set, pretty girl.” I put her down, and she runs screaming for the hills. She hates to brush her hair. I blame it on the curls.

“I will drop them off as normal. Go on before you get docked for being late,” Rome says as he wraps his arms around my waist. Turning into him, I put my arms around his neck

“God knows I love you, but I doubt He knows how much.” He lowers his head and kisses me with such passion I instantly lock my legs around his waist, oblivious to who’s around. My back arches, and my hips thrust forward. I am already panting and all he’s done is kiss me. “I need you,” I whisper in his ear.

“Oh, Princess, we have less than five minutes,” he groans.

“You need me, too; I can feel it. Please.” I grind down again.

“I always need you,” he says, turning to take me to the bedroom. “Y’all get your bags ready. Thax, can you get Saige buckled in, please? I need to talk to your sister a minute.”

I hear Thax laugh. “Yeah, man, I got them. Just hurry up with your conversation.” I smile at the knowledge that Thax is old enough to actually understand what conversation we are about to have. Before I can feel some embarrassment about it, Rome consumes me.  My back slams into the wall, and my skirt is up over my waist in two seconds flat. I run my hands through his hair, his body securing me between him and the wall as one of his hands pushes his pants down.

“Are you wet, baby? We have to hurry.” With all the moaning, I can’t even answer him; I just push my hips forward, inviting him in. He pulls my panties to the side, and I feel his thick head at my entrance. Next thing I know, I am being slammed hard into the wall. My clit is throbbing, wanting…begging for a release.

“Tell me how much you want me, Rory.”  My back moves up and down the wall; it’s going to leave marks. I can feel the juices flowing down my inner thighs. My need for him is unquenchable.

“I want you so much, Rome…all of you…harder, please,” I beg through fevered kisses. I lean up and bite his ear lobe. “Harder. I want it harder,” I moan in his ear. His legs are planted firmly on the ground, and he uses his hands to move me as he pumps in and out of my body.

“I love you, Rory. Everything about you,” he says as his hands start to move over me. He touches my lips. “I love your smart mouth.” He moves his hands down to my chest, over my heart. “I love your heart and your soul. They’re beautiful.” Then, further down over my breasts. “And these…they are perfect.” His mouth covers my puckered nipple, and I push into him harder.

“Bite it.” I cannot believe I’m being so vocal. I rarely talk. He replies with a soft nip, and I tremble. The pain feels so good. He moves his hands down over my stomach where a few tiny stretch marks are. I have never worried about them; they are worth what I got in return. “I love these. One day I want to add a few more.” Then, his hand moves down between my legs and touches my extremely swollen clit. He flicks it once, twice, before he continues. “And this, this was made for me. I want to spend the rest of my life pleasing you, Princess. You are everything I have ever dreamed about.” He flicks my clit again, and I lose it. I scream out and press my body against his, breathing hard, as the uncontrollable spasms take over my body. He doesn’t stop. He gave me mine; now he thrusts harder, seeking his. I grind down, lean into his ear, and do something I have never done. I get nasty.

“Rome, tonight when you get home, I am going to suck the head off your dick. Now, fuck me hard enough I remember it every time I take a step today.” That does the trick. He digs his fingers into my hips and slams me down hard. I feel him jerking hard inside me. He fills me so fast and with such a force, I think I may shoot straight up and hit the ceiling. He puts me down and pulls his pants up. I readjust my panties, pull my skirt down, and smooth my ponytail, smiling at him.
Slutty McNasty!

“I love you, baby.” He kisses me and pulls me out the door by my hand.  When we get outside, he stops me by his bike. “Take it,” he motions towards the bike. “I will swap them out at lunch when I come to eat.” I look at him like he’s crazy. I know how to drive it; he taught me back last summer. But it still scares me.

“It’s OK; I can take the clunker.” We both laugh. That car is on its last limb, but Rome can’t let it go. It was his mom’s.

“I know you can take it, but I need to tune the bike up tonight before I come home. It will be easier this way. Not to mention the clunker is almost gone. The bike is actually safer.” He picks me up and plops my ass on the seat. “Just pretend it’s me between your legs,” he whispers in my ear as he kisses my face and slides the helmet down. “Be safe, baby. See you at lunch.” I may be Slutty McNasty, but I belong to him.

I turn the key and slam my foot down to kick-start it. The bike roars to life, and I smile because I secretly love this thing. Not to mention, I look awesome on it. It won’t be easy in this dress. Luckily, it fits snug, so it should be doable. I look to see Rome climbing into the Tahoe with the kids. I should wait for him to back out where I can turn easily, but I am still on my sex high. I put my right foot up and use my left to help me turn it hard. I hit the gas once, spinning it around fast, right on the spot. I look at him and see he’s stopped to watch me. He has a huge smile on his face. He has no clue how good I have gotten on this thing because we rarely get to ride it together. I click the gears, and it slides into first. I rev the gas and ease off the clutch until I get to the end of the driveway, right beside him. I nod at him because he can’t see my face through the helmet’s facemask. I look both ways and find it clear. I rev the gas again, pop the clutch, and squall out fast as shit. I gun it, and right before I redline, I shift again. I love the feeling of the power between my legs, and as long as I don’t think about there being no barriers between me and the asphalt,
I do just fine
.

Work’s busy and goes by fast. I barely find time to text Ashley, but we expect her at the house for supper. I get to see Rome for about five minutes at lunch. He came in and swapped the vehicles out. I got a lecture about being careful and a spat on the butt because he said even after our
WAM, BAM, THANK YOU, MA’AM
quickie, seeing me on the bike turned him on again, and he was going to have to fight it all day. I get in one sweet kiss and tell him Ashley will be over tonight before he leaves. Once all the kids are off the bus and Saige is picked up from preschool, we are finally headed home. That girl loved preschool, and I am glad to hear it! She goes on and on about crayons and capatillers, as she called them, the whole ride home. Ashley arrives just after we do. I’m glad because it gives me a chance to chat with her before things have to get uncomfortable. Supper is done and on the table by the time Rome makes it home. After we finish eating and the kids are occupied with other things, we decide it’s time to get serious with Ashley.

“Ashley, you know we love you, right?” I ask her.

“Yeah, why? What’s going on?” I can tell she is uncomfortable with how this is going.

“I had a nasty run-in the other night with Zac and he…well, he said some things about you and me, and it got me thinking.” She drops her head and starts to wring her hands together. “If you need help or want to talk, we are here for you,” I say, looking over at Rome. He gives me a nod, urging me to continue. “Zac threatened me. He said he knew I liked it rough like you and that he would take it if I didn’t give it to him.” I huff out a long breathe. “Ashley, is he hurting you or doing something you don’t want?” I ask her and wait. It feels like forever before she answers. She looks over at Rome, then back at me.

“I don’t know why I ever did it. Everyone left except us, and I didn’t talk to you guys then. Clay was here, but he was never a big fan of mine. It wasn’t until after it started that I actually started talking to Clay. Anyways, Zac came over to hang out, and we talked. He seemed so sweet. He told me he had always liked me and that Toby wouldn’t let him talk to me. You know, BRO CODE and all. Well, with Toby dating Tiffany, I figured I would never get him back. So I gave in after a few weeks. I thought I wanted a relationship with Zac, but he was just after sex. As soon as we slept together, he got up and said he had to go to work. He’s a dealer, you know. He sells drugs to kids in school and even a few higher ups. Maybe even Mr. West, but I don’t know that for sure. Anyways, we slept together a few more times, and then I saw him out with a girl and confronted him. That’s when he started jerking me around and cussing me all the time. He came over later to talk about it, and even though I wasn’t into it, he wanted a fast fuck. He turned me face down on my bed, and I cried the whole time, begging him to stop. The louder I begged, the harder he done it. He pushed me down in the lower part of my back, and I was so dry it felt like fire. He made a joke about if he was going to have to dry fuck me, he might as well get his work’s worth. Next thing I knew, he had his hand under my waist and had pried my hips upwards making my ass stick up a little higher. I didn’t really fight him off; I just didn’t move. I didn’t get into it. Then, he did something else I have never done, and when he entered me back there, I thought he had torn me to pieces. It hurt so bad,” she sobs. “He kept on, and a little bit later, he started pre-coming. That lubricated me some. I didn’t really want to do it, but honestly, he started hitting that spot, and before I knew it, I couldn’t control the moans that came out. I hated him in that moment. Even though my heart wasn’t in it, my body was, and he took it the wrong way. The more I moaned, the harder he would slam into me. Then, he said, ‘You like it rough, don’t you? Toby always picked you freaky, fucked up bitches.’” She sobs so hard my heart breaks for her. “Finally, I got my release, and he took it like he was doing something right. I cried from the pain and the emotions. I didn’t understand. He was pounding into me so hard my neck was jerking, and I thought it would break. But he couldn’t get off. He cursed me like it was my fault, saying over and over how I was useless and wasn’t even able to get a man off. He started digging his fingers into my hips painfully, and then he bit me, like full-on with his teeth bit me. He bit me so hard he broke the skin and brought blood. He drilled on further, and I thought surely to hell he would get done. I prayed for him to hurry up and finish. He jerked my hair and kept on until he was finally done. He pulled out after filling me full, and called me a slut. He told me I was useless, but I was still his, and I better never give it to anyone else. After he cleaned up, he just left. I couldn’t move from the soreness in my body. I was so angry at him; I never wanted to see him again. I even called Toby. I wanted to tell someone, and well, you already know Toby has always been my weakness. He was my only friend. He didn’t answer, and a few days later, Zac showed up, back to normal. He was kind and loving. He caressed me and kissed me and showed desire for me. I believed him about being in love with me and the sexual tension getting to him. So I had sex with him again. Toby called me a few nights later, and we talked, but I wasn’t really mad anymore, so I never told him. Now, Zac shows up sometimes, and he is sweet and does it right. Other nights he shows up angry and mean. Those nights I just close myself off and take it.” She covers her face to mask the tears. “I know I deserve better than this, but not everyone can have someone like you,” she looks up at Rome. He stands up and walks over to Ashley. I know he is mad just by the way his jaw is set. He sits beside her and hugs her close.