Page 30 of Leave Me Broken

I nod my head vigorously. “Yes, Daddy.”

He thrusts another time, the hardest yet, before settling deep into my pussy and staying there. My cervix is even taking a beating for him. “Too bad.”

He pulls out and I whine at the lack of dick inside me. “What are you doing?”

Ash drops off the bed, stands, and stares down at me. Hunger still burns in his stormy eyes but there is a bit of indifference, and my stomach turns. “What are—”

“On your hands and knees, face the wall and stick your ass in the air.”

I debate listening, but I’m desperate for his dick I will not listen some other time.

Ash settles behind me once I am the way he wants. He grabs my wrists and my face drops into his pillow. He folds them behind my back and holds them with one hand while spanking me with the other.

I shift my hips, waiting for another, but he drops onto my back instead, pushing my face into the pillow and his mouth by my ear. “I’m going to take your cunt as hard as I want, then you can ride me as hard as you want until all the anger between us is gone, do you understand?”

My mouth is covered but I nod my head and he proceeds. With a last kiss to my spine, Ash sits up and does exactly what he said.

He fucks me way harder than he did the first time. I didn’t think he had held back but since my ass cheeks are sore from his hips slamming into them and my pussy aches for him to stop, I know he did.

I cry out but he continues. It’s only when he grabs me by the hair and pulls me flush with his front that he acknowledges me.

“How’s my pussy feel?”

“Hurts,” I whimper. His thrusts aren’t as hard with this angle.

“Are you learning your lesson?” He sinks his teeth into the curve of my neck. “Is you’re angry gone yet?”

“Y-yes,”

“Yes, what?” he growls around my throat.

“Yes, Daddy!”

Ash slaps a hand down on my pussy before pushing me back down. He slaps me again. “Your cunt is so fucking nice, babygirl. I’m pissed you made me miss out on this for so long.”

“It wasn’t—” He smacks my ass again. I shoot up the bed at the sting.

“Say it was my fault. I fucking dare you,” he growls.

I turn my head to glare at him. “It was.”

“You really shouldn’t have said that.”

The slapping of skin on skin is mind numbing as Ash assaults my body. His balls slap against my clit but it’s not enough to ease the ache between my legs.

“You had a son you didn’t tell me about,” I ground out. “It was your fault for our ‘break.’” It wasn’t even a break—we still saw each other every day. We just didn’t fool around; he’s being dramatic.

He pulls out and has me on my back and my ankles on his shoulders before I can even breathe. This angle is new, and I swear he’s even deeper.

“Fuuck. I’m so fucking deep in your bloody cunt.”

He is. So, so deep. It’s so painful and I love it. Ash looks so hot using my body as he pleases. His hard body thrusting into mine, giving me everything. He’s never looked better than he does right now.

My back arches when his thumb drops to my clit, swirling it. “Y-you’re too deep. It’s t-too much.”

“Take me anyway. Take me like the dirty girl I know you are. I know your cunt loves it.”

I do, I close my eyes and arch into his thrusts. I can focus on his thumb and the stimulation there verses how raw my pussy will be when we are done.

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