Page 100 of Leave Me Broken

I dump the alcohol down the sink and toss the flask on the way to the back, with Payson leading the way.

Amanda is scolding Jason, but I ignore it, close the bedroom door, and crowd my girl, and not just because this room feels even smaller than the last time. “I missed you.”

“We saw each other, like, less than twelve hours ago.” She giggles when I lick under her ear.

“I don’t like the makeup. I can’t taste you with it on.”

She giggles again. “You’re in luck because I hate wearing it.”

Payson’s giggle might be my favorite sound in the world. I drop onto her bed, the springs groan under my weight, and she complains I’m going to break it as if that would be a bad thing. I could buy her a new bed, then.

I glance at my watch and frown at seeing we have to leave soon. Instead of bending her over for a quickie, I tug her between my legs and grip her hips. Her small fingers sink into the back of my hair.

“Twelve hours is too long to go without you. Your voice, your smile, your giggles, and your touch. Your smell. It’s too damn long, Jailbird.”

“Don’t make me scold you like I did my brother.”

“Scold me like that and the next thing filling your mouth will be my cock.”

Even her gasps are cute. “Ashley!”

Payson’s door rattles with a hard knock. It doesn’t take a brainiac to know who is on the other side. “Time to go,” he huffs.

Payson drops her head to the top of mine. “I don’t want to go.” Her voice is soft.

“I’ll be with you the whole time, babygirl.”

“Promise?”

“Always. You and me, remember?”

Her chest hums happily with my confession. “Okay.” She kisses my forehead like I usually do to her. “Let’s go, and after, you can do what you threatened me with.”

I bloody love this girl.

Watching Payson converse with her family, knowing she is full of my cum, is a type of erotic fantasy I didn’t think about until right now. She is helping her Aunt Vicky lay out the food, nothing sexual, but I’m fucking aching for her again.

After the meeting with Jethro, we dropped Amanda and Jason off, then I took her back to my place for an hour. In that time, I fucked her mouth and her pussy until I came, twice. I can’t even remember how many times she came, but it was exactly what we needed after that meeting. I knew it would be hard but fuck, fuck, it was hard. Payson did her best not to cry but eventually she broke down. Jason even cried but he pretended he wasn’t. Amanda was crying, the only two who weren’t were Jethro and me. Seeing Payson so upset gutted me, but not being able to hold her the same way Amanda was holding Jason, was worse.

I made up for it after. I pinned her between my mattress and my chest the entire hour and made love to her. Slow and deep, and her pretty pussy took it all.

“You keep looking at my niece like that and I will gouge your eyes out,” Jethro threatens under his breath.

I pry my eyes from Payson to make him happy and scowl. “So, you’re Jason’s dad?”

He flattens his lips. “Yes.”

We are sharing the small sofa in the living room. Mostly everyone else is in the kitchen area chatting but our sizes make it difficult to be around. I felt like I was taking up the entire kitchen, and I’m guessing Jethro felt the same way. Or maybe he’s just uncomfortable. That’s a big possibility since Jason doesn’t seem to be any bigger of a fan of his dad than he was of his mom. Maybe worse. When he saw who was interviewing them, he almost turned around.

But Jethro has been in a bad mood—even more than normal—since seeing me. He commented about how I must be trying out for best coach award. We both know it’s more than that but I’m not admitting shit to him. The guy is an asshole. Probably why it wasn’t a big surprise when the bomb dropped about him being Jason’s dad. Of course Jason knew, Payson even seemed to know but it didn’t make the moment any less awkward.

“Great kid,” I comment. It’s obviously sarcastic and he glares in my direction.

“He wasn’t raised by me.”

Jason is trying his best not to look at us but every now and again I catch him looking. When Payson invited Jethro for dinner tonight, I figured he would say no. The thing about Payson Murphy—she’s impossible to say no to.

“I met your daughter who was.”

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