Page 31 of Leave Me Broken

My orgasm builds in my entire body, starting at my toes and creeping up. The need to come doubles when he slaps me across the face and wraps that same hand around my throat. “Harder.”

Ash roars, pounding into me. He slaps my face again and the burn is welcomed. Matches my ass and my pussy. My legs slip to his waist, and he drops forward. I dig my nails into his back and drag. He hisses.

“Do you love me yet?” he grinds out. His dick is throbbing inside me, I know he’s close. His thrusts have turned to long, slow, deep ones. I settle into the bed, cling onto him, and rock my hips, meeting his thrusts.

“Make me come and we’ll talk.”

Ash grins against the side of my face. “I fucking love you, Jailbird. You and your smart mouth.”

That pushes me over the edge, that, his dick, and his skilled fingers on my clit. Goosebumps coat my entire body and his dick throbs inside me, shooting his hot cum deep into my pussy and I cry out for him. For my daddy; over and over that word slips from my lips like it never has before.

Ash cleans us up with a washcloth from his bathroom before slipping into bed and pulling me against his chest, cuddling me like he’s been waiting his entire life for this moment. “Are you feeling okay? That was a tad rough.”

A tad is an understatement, but I liked it. “I feel good.”

He kisses my head and I turn to kiss his chin after.

“I really did miss you, babygirl. You are not allowed to keep me away ever again.”

“And miss out on moments like that?” I taunt. “Never.”

His chuckle is deep and comforting, and that’s how I drift to sleep. I came over to talk, but we can always talk tomorrow.

12

Ash

Payson is still fast asleep when I sneak from the bed. I had to roll her off for the first time all night, my girl loves to cuddle. Anytime I tried to roll her to her side instead of right on top of me so I could spoon her, she whined for me to roll on top of her. I worry I will crush her but she loves it, and if I’m being honest, I do too. I love feeling her pinned under me, even in my sleep. I love feeling her chest rise with each breath and knowing she is close.

I’m surprised at the two faces peering back at me when I walk into the kitchen after my workout. It wasn’t an overly long workout because of the tournament today but it was enough to work up a sweat and pump my muscles. I slap the towel I was using to clear sweat from my forehead to my shoulder and head for the fridge, ignoring them until I get my protein made.

“What?” I snap because they haven’t stopped staring at me since I walked into the kitchen.

Parker and Luca exchange looks, Parker is the first to look away—back to his plate of eggs, Luca is hiding a smirk behind his protein shake. Guess I know why there was a sweaty ass print on my bench now.

“Sleep well?” Luca asks.

I catch the hint of teasing in his voice, meaning he heard what Payson and I got up to last night, but I’m not embarrassed. It worries me that maybe the house isn’t as soundproof as I thought. I don’t care about Luca hearing Payson, but Parker shouldn’t. That must be awkward for him. He’s still not okay with us, and I know it will take time. Hearing her orgasm maybe isn’t the way to bring him around to us as an actual couple. Doesn’t help she was calling me daddy.

“Yes.” I narrow my eyes and shake my head from those thoughts. I’ll need to address things with Parker but not this early. “Did you?”

Luca snorts, but he nods. “Si, very well . . . after she fell asleep, that is.”

Blood rushes past my ears, drowning out Luca’s chuckles. Parker has a small smile on his face when he stands with an empty plate. He taps my back on the way to the sink like he’s giving me congratulations. Does this mean he is over yesterday? Did hearing Payson somehow convince him? This is so fucked.

“Why wouldn’t either of you let us know you could hear us?”

They exchange faces that look far too similar and it irks me. I’ve always thought Parker was more like Luca than myself, but Luca assures me Parker is a spitting image of how I used to be but more difficult to see given my size. Still, it causes a dull ache deep in my chest because their connection is stronger than Parker’s and mine. I’m glad they are close; they are nephew and uncle, after all—but I’m his dad. I should be laughing with him about this, not Luca.

“And interrupt? No, fratello—not a chance.”

To distract myself, I grab the pan Parker must have used and the eggs from the pantry to make my breakfast. I’ll make breakfast for me and Payson since she will need the fuel for today and everyone else has seemingly eaten. We weren’t up late or anything but fuck, it felt like we were having sex for hours. In the best way. If I’m sore today, I have no doubts she is too. Fuck, I should have thought about the tournament today, the last time we fucked she had a limp and last night I was rougher than the first time. “We need to leave in forty-five minutes so make sure you both are ready.”

“Whatever you say, daddio.” That was Luca.

“Go get showered, you’re irritating me and it’s too early for it,” I grumble eyeing the clock on the stove in front of me. I’ll need to wake Payson soon, make sure she doesn’t need pain killers or anything, but with these two dickheads, I don’t want her walking into a sausage fest first thing in the morning. Especially when they heard her come. Maybe I should have told her to be quiet but how can you tell the most perfect girl in the world to be quiet when she’s coming on your dick? Short answer—you can’t.

“You’re meant to be a great mood after sex,” Luca says. “But you’re still acting like you have a stick up your arse.”

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