Page 103 of Leave Me Broken

Ash grips his dick and waits for me to listen. I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to the way he looks jacking off. It’s so hot. The way he chokes up on it. The way his arm flexes and his chest pops. The small muscle in his jaw constantly working. I lick my lips and bite down on the bottom one. “I’m wet now.”

His heated eyes drop to my pussy as I expose myself to him. He tongues the corner of his mouth. “I see that.” I shift when a single digit touches my stomach and travels south. My hands fist the blanket and he groans when he reaches my wetness. “It’s been a while since I’ve tasted this pussy, hasn’t it, baby?”

“Yes, Daddy.” My voice is breathless.

“How is your knee feeling?”

Huh. Now that he asks, I haven’t thought about my knee. “My mind has been busy, and I haven’t noticed it. So it must be better.”

Ash narrows his gaze, looking at my bent leg, but he shakes it away and lowers himself on top of me. “Being in your childhood room makes this game fucking dirty. You know that?”

I wasn’t thinking about it . . . but he’s right. A new pool of heat settles between my legs. His thigh is pressed against it so he must feel how ready I am for him. “I used to dream about you in this bed.”

“Baby, stop.”

“I used to imagine what it would feel like to touch you.” I skate my hands up his sides, feeling every ripple of muscle. “It was so innocent, my thoughts for you.” Ash’s chest heaves against mine until he’s pushing so hard into me my boobs ache. So I push back, wanting the pain. “Until they weren’t. I was . . . thirteen, I think, the first time I touched myself to a picture of you. That was the only time I did until this summer, because I felt so ashamed.”

“Did it feel good?” His voice is husky and hits my ear at just the right spot for goosebumps to erupt over my entire body.

“Yes.” I rock my hips into his thigh, needing some friction on my clit. “You gave me my first orgasm.”

Ash sucks my ear lobe into his mouth and bites hard. “And I’ll be the one to give you your last too.”

My body shivers against his and his chest rumbles.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard your pussy will mold to my dick and you’ll never be able to take a dick that isn’t mine.”

Ash bites my neck before sitting up, and without another word, he shoves two fingers in my pussy. I gasp at the sudden pressure but swallow it when he drops his mouth on my clit. Ash’s eyes roll back when he tastes me, and my chest blooms.

He laps at my clit for so long I’m shaking and nearly begging him to fuck me. When he pushes back onto his knees, I’m hopeful that’s exactly what he’s doing but then he moves the side of me and keeps his fingers knuckle deep in my pussy.

I squirm and he flattens his other hand on my lower stomach.

“Ash, I have to pee, let me up.”

He doesn’t. His fingers curl inside me, hitting a certain spot that makes the tingles and almost uncomfortable feeling down there heighten. “Bloody fucking hell. Look at you. Squirming like I’m going to miss out on your first squirt.” He tsks.

I throw my head back when the tingles become too much. He’s crushing me into the bed and I can’t get up, but that feeling comes and it comes hard. I scream out and Ash groans loudly. “Fuck, keep going, baby.” He works me harder.

Tears burn my eyes and I gasp. “Gra-grapefruit! Stop, stop! I have to pee, Ash!”

“Not a fucking chance,” he growls.

My body deflates against the mattress and eventually Ash pulls his fingers from me but it’s too late. I can feel the soaked sheets, feel it on my pussy and my legs. It even sprayed up his arm and splashed onto my stomach.

I feel like the puddle has swallowed me, or maybe I want it to. I cringe when the warm liquid drips down between my ass cheeks. Embarrassment burns in my throat and behind my eyes. I couldn’t cry at my mom’s funeral but I can cry when I piss the bed in front of my boyfriend. I told him to stop, I said the word and it’s all his fault he didn’t. The word that’s meant to be a full stop.

Glad to know that doesn’t work. Ash-hole.

“I told you to stop, Ashley.” I hate how my voice shakes.

I hate how he cuddles my side and hugs me to him. The dampness on his thighs and arm, even on his stomach feels like shame. This might be worse than what he did to me in the park, this wasn’t meant to be punishment. “That was a stupid place to use your word.”

Ash-hole.

“Babygirl, open your eyes and look at me.”

“I’m so mad at you right now.”

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