Page 71 of Leave Me Broken

There’s not. It breaks my heart that Payson doesn’t know what true, unconditional parental love is. There are many reasons I want to marry Payson, that wasn’t a spur of the moment question, well, it was, but I did mean it. One of the many reasons is to legally give her a family she deserves. My mom already loves her, and they haven’t even met, but I talk enough about her. Dad is also a fan and while we don’t need to be married for her to be considered family, I want to be. I’m thirty-three. I’m not getting any younger.

“Anyway, enough heavy. I want to discuss something with you.”

My heart rate jumpstarts in my chest. I’ve been told I have a rather good poker face, I hope that holds true, because Paul is studying me so intently. “What is it, sir?”

“More on my grandchildren attempting to protect me . . . I suspect that Payson is courting someone.”

Forget my heart beating hard it nearly fucking stops dead in my chest. “You do?”

He nods slowly. “She’s happier. I’d love to say volleyball and the fact she’s back into the world and not stuck in the trailer, but it’s a happiness only love can bring. I remember it fondly.”

Not only does he think Payson has a secret boyfriend, but he thinks she’s in love with the boyfriend. She is, of course, Payson loves me very much. I’ve known this but knowing he can see it in her too has my hand itching to wrap around her throat and kiss her until she passes out.

“What I’m wondering is if she has mentioned anything. Or have you seen her with anyone? I know you’re her coach, but the two of you seem close.”

Oh, we’re close alright. I hate having to lie to Paul, he’s a good guy and I respect him a lot. But if anyone is going to tell Paul about Payson’s relationship status, it should be Payson. I can’t rip the rug out from under her again.

“Payson was quite fond of you as a child, I think she looks up to you and oddly enough trusts you more than the people who have been a part of her life for a long time. Sometimes it’s easier to spill the truth to the people you’ve known the least amount of time, yes?” I gather he is meaning the conversation we just had. I nod.

“It can be, yes. I hope you know I will not repeat what you have told me.”

He waves the thought away. “My daughter and son-in-law know, that’s why they are bothering me so much,” he grumbles. “I did inform Jason but asked him not to tell his sister. Not that I have to worry about that since they don’t speak.” It’s obvious that bothers him but he continues without pausing, “The truth must come out eventually. If I can wait till after the holidays for my Payson to find out, that would be greatly appreciated, though.”

“I was going to be selfish and ask the same for after the season.” I offer a meek smile.

He laughs loud and raspy, and I can’t help but to join until our laughs fill the small trailer.

“I will keep an eye out on Payson and any boyfriend, but that is against team policy so I highly doubt it.”

Paul smirks. “Payson has been known to push the rules, Coach.”

Don’t I know it. My little Jailbird didn’t earn that nickname for no reason.

“Now that you mention it. I did see her and Parker talking at practice.” That’s going to come back to bite me in the ass.

“Parker, your son?” Paul grins. “Well wouldn’t that be something. Crush on the dad as a child and dating the son as an adult.”

Wouldn’t that be something indeed.

“My grandpa thinks I have a boyfriend?” Payson gasps and not because I’m balls deep inside her either.

I move my eyes from the bruises I left on her rounded hips, up her clothed body to her shocked face and thrust again. Her eyes roll back and she grips the edge of my desk so she doesn’t fly off. “Yes. I told him it’s against team policy and he told me you’ve been known to break the rules.” I lift an accusing eyebrow and thrust my hips again. “Is that true, Ms. Murphy?”

She bites her swollen lip and nods. “Yes, Mr. Pearson.”

“What do we do to little girls who break the rules?” My back tingles and my balls draw up. The remnants of me making Payson come drips down my shaft, so I grip her thighs and push them up exposing her whole pussy and giving me the perfect angle to fuck her as deep as her body will allow. My dick pulsates and I spill inside of her. Spent, I fall on top of her little body with my forehead pressed to her collarbone.

“We get punished.”

Goddamn this girl, her mouth, and her high sex drive. I guess that’s where our age difference comes into play. I’ll be damned if I don’t try and keep up as much as my body will allow, though.

My dick slips easily out of her tight pussy with the lubrication of my cum. It was easier slipping into her today as well. I didn’t feel like she was about to circumcise me, but it could have to do with the two orgasms I gave her beforehand.

I lower to my knees, ignoring the pulling in my weaker knee. Keeping her legs pushed up, I wait for her to sit up enough to watch me before I lean in and lick up the bit of cum dripping from her pussy and shove my tongue inside putting it back where it belongs.

She fucking purrs when I shove my fingers inside and suck on her clit simultaneously.

“This doesn’t feel like punishment, Mr. Pearson. This feels so fucking good.” She drops back onto the desk. I’m so tempted to make her scream for me, but she’s right—that wouldn’t be punishment.

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