Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

GGod, he felt so good. My body jerked, and he panted and
grunted as he fucked me harder and harder, and I licked my
parched lips, tasting the clown makeup I still wore.
After a moment, his hoodie was gone, and I wanted to turn
around to feel him. To feel his chest against mine, but the
deeper he hit, the stronger my orgasm built, and after less than
a minute, my stomach started shaking, fireworks started to
spark deep inside me, and I held my breath, letting the orgasm
explode all over my body. I felt the skin of my nipples tighten
and harden, and I cried out, but kept it under my breath,
because I didn’t know where we were or how secluded this
place was.
Lost in a daze, I felt him grip my hair and pull my head
back up, forcing my back to arch more and my ass to stick out
farther for him. He drove violently, pumping me hard and fast
until he, too, started to grunt, growing more strained as he
started to come.
He jerked into me several more times, and then one final
thrust as he spilled, breathing so loud and so spent, I was sure
he might fall down on top of me.
But he didn’t.
He stayed there, buried inside me for another minute,
tightening and untightening his fist in my hair and calming his
body. My scalp burned from where he pulled my hair, but I
didn’t even care, I was so tired.
And in the minute as things calmed and my desire and
every other overwhelming emotion I’d just felt left, I couldn’t
help but think one thing.
I’d let it happen. Again.
With all the men in the world, why did I hate myself so
much that he was the only one, in the heat of the moment, I
wanted?
Pulling away from him, unwelcome cool air now filling
where he’d just been, I scooted away and pulled a piece of the
tulle off the inside of my skirt, trying to clean up best I could.