Page 117 of Leave Me Broken

“Off.”

“No.”

I cock an eyebrow. “Do not tell me no.”

“I’m not going to be completely naked, Ashley! What if she wakes up?”

Payson has the silliest reasonings, but I don’t feel like arguing with her right now. I want my tongue in her cunt and I want it now. I’m so lucky I can overpower her so easily. Even when she fights me, like right now. I pin her down and rip the shirt over her head, leaving her completely bare to the dark room. It takes everything inside me not to dive into her and get lost because her legs are wide open as she gapes at me, but I want her to ride my face. She’s not done it yet and it’s something everyone should experience. I know she will love it.

Once again, I pick her up, ignore her many curses, and set her down over my face.

She hovers over my mouth, trying to shield her tits in her small hands and failing, while shooting panicked looks between Janelle and me.

The smell of Payson’s need is mouthwatering. I know she will enjoy this, she just needs to get over the fact someone else is in the room. Janelle is sleeping and as long as Payson can keep it down, she will stay that way and it’ll be just like when we are alone.

It’s nearly comical to see Payson so worried. Luca wouldn’t blink twice if roles were reversed and he was lying in Janelle’s bed while Payson was sucking me off. That probably comes from being roommates for years. Not like we had our own space, so we had to get real comfortable with each other very quickly. That’s how threesomes came about between us. When one couldn’t be bothered to pick up a girl, we would share—with the girl’s permission—and we never once got turned down.

I grip Payson’s hips and force her full weight onto my open mouth. She gasps and her eyes blow wide but the moment my piercing presses against her clit, her head drops forward and she whimpers.

There’s my girl.

Sex with Payson in any form is the best I’ve ever had. Could be the love we share but I think it’s a mix of that and the experience she lacks. Something I didn’t notice until being with Payson is that sex with other girls was superficial. They were so worried about how they looked, sounded, or whatever. Too worried about impressing me because who I was or how I looked, they never let themselves go in the way Payson does, and I chalk that up to me being her first experience in everything. She allows herself to feel anything I throw at her. When we fuck, Payson is not lost in her head worried about doing it right, or looking perfect from every angle as she does—which she does. She’s only worried about how it feels. Seeing her eyes roll back and the expanding of her chest, the deep moans she lets out when something just feels that good. She filters nothing and it cranks me to the fucking max. I hope she never changes.

Even now, she is doing her best not to moan but she’s tugging on my hair, not worried about hurting me and only worried about grinding her pussy into my mouth.

I squeeze her breasts in my hands and her mouth drops open. Her head falls back on a whimper. Her nipples tighten under my palms, and I tweak each one.

I know when she’s close, her pussy tightens around my tongue and she dampens tenfold, I lap it all up. Drinking from Payson’s cunt like it’s the bloody fountain of youth.

I stab the ball of my piercing into her throbbing clit and she falls apart. She slaps the wall, stopping it from being her forehead as she bucks forward. No doubt her lip will bleed with how hard she is biting it.

And this, this is what sex with Payson is all about. The dance between pleasure and pain. In Payson’s world, you can’t have one without the other.

She’s altered my needs and wants as well. I’d be lying if I didn’t like looking up and seeing the scars I left behind. Particularly the A, s, and h under her left breast.

I lap at her sensitive cunt until she falls to the side onto her back, then tug her into my arms and place a kiss onto her forehead with a smile on my lips. “How was it?”

“I love your beard,” she mutters lazily. “I want to do that every day.”

She curls into my body under the covers and I chuckle. “Gladly.”

38

Payson

“Welcome to Week of Pink!” Coach Buckingham shouts into the microphone from the middle of the gym. Everyone on the bleachers erupts in claps and cheers, including my team. The loudest of them all has to be Janelle and Monica, and somehow, I got stuck between both. She rattles on about what Week of Pink means and what we will do for the next four days. “Last year we exceeded our goal of five hundred thousand by bringing in just over one million dollars. This year—” She pauses as the crowd cheers again. “This year we have set a goal of one million from the start. So, let’s not disappoint.” There is again more cheering and then it’s time to announce the teams. It goes by alphabetical school names. Usually, we are first but there is a new team here from Abraham High School. Apparently, they are from New Jersey.

“Our next team has been attending for some years now. Coach Dillon first reached out with her interest a few years back and they haven’t let us down since.” What a nice sentiment coming from such a bitch. “Unfortunately, Coach Dillon isn’t coaching the team anymore, but, they do have two new coaches who I go way back with.” I hate her. I swear she meets my eyes from here with a bitchy smile on her face. “Please welcome Coach Ash Pearson and Coach Luca Beruiti.” She even says Luca’s name right. No one says his name right.

Ash grabs the mic from her, and after a ridiculous amount of clapping, he starts his introduction. “Let’s start with our captains. Monica Maddox and Payson Murphy.”

Monica pulls me after her down the bleacher steps. I’m more sore today than I was yesterday, so she’s quicker than I am, but she waits at the bottom. “Payson wanted to be like her coach and is nursing an injured knee so please be patient with her.” He flashes his leg with the knee brace and the room falls into quiet laughter. I scowl as we walk to the floor and stop in front of them, turning to face the audience.

There are so many people here. I knew there was but it’s so different being in front of them. This is the biggest gym I have ever been in, and it’s over halfway full. Not just from teams but families and I’m sure random people from here. It’s only eight a.m. and the scrimmage doesn’t start till two. That’s when the gym will be packed.

Ash announces the rest of the team until all seven of us are standing side by side. Then each coach does the exact same.

By the end, I’m antsy to start and stop standing here like a zoo animal. Unfortunately, Valerie apparently has a “special surprise,” so it means more waiting. “What do you think it is?” Monica asks me.

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