Page 72 of Penalty to the Heart

“Yeah, it helps. But you know what would really help the healing process move faster?” I say, breathless. “Your pussy strangling my cock. That right there is all the fucking therapy I’d need.”

“Is that so? Well, if you’re sure it would help,” she starts with that fucking coy smile she used on me today. “Far be it from me to stand in the way of progress.”

Not needing to be told twice, I rip Roxie’s panties to shreds and place my hard cock at her door within seconds. The minute I thrust deep inside her glorious pussy, every inch of my body tingles with elation.

“Fuck, baby. This is exactly what I needed.”

Roxie’s head lulls back in utter ecstasy, her skin glowing under her office lights.

She feels so fucking good riding my cock that as much as my heavy eyelids beg to close, I can’t bring myself to take my eyes off her.

“Come here, baby. Let me feel your lips on mine,” I grunt in between thrusts.

She pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose and leans down to me, letting me capture her lips with mine, her tongue tasting just as decadent as her pussy feels around my girth.

“Does kissing me help?”

“Yes,” I moan, desperate to kiss every inch of her.

“Do you want more?”

Yes. I want it all!

The smell of our arousal is so intense that I swear I can almost smell it hanging in the air of my own room as I fuck Roxie in my head.

“Roxie,” I call out her name as I imagine her nails sinking into my chest.

“Caleb.”

“Caleb.”

“Caleb.”

The sound of her moaning out my name only drives me more insane. And when she screams it to the high heavens while riding my cock within an inch of my life, I let go on a loud grunt, coming all over my hand and shattering the best fucking fantasy I’ve ever had in my twenty-three years of life.

I’m still breathing heavily, staring at the mess I’ve made, when the stark truth slaps me across the face—not only can I get hard, but I did it by fucking my therapist.

I guess all I needed was the right inspiration.

“Well, I be damned?” I laugh, feeling light for the first time in ages.

I fucked my girl so good in my mind that it took all the energy I had left to get out of bed and clean myself up in the bathroom.

My smile is still on my face when I return to my room and plop on the bed with my arms spread widely apart. And wouldn’t you know it, when my eyelids grow heavy this time, I let myself fall into a deep slumber without debate.

But what is more surprising still is that my nightmares never come.

Dreams about my brother dying in the accident don’t pay me a second visit like they usually do.

There’s no darkness, smoke, or speck of blood in sight.

Because tonight is the first night that I don’t dream about the horrors of the past.

I dream of her.

I dream of Roxie.

My Roxie.

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