Page 65 of Heal For Me

“Enjooooy,” Janelle singsongs on her way past. “Come on, Todd. Leave your parents to their greeting.”

The door closes and Ash wastes no time diving for my neck. I can basically see the hickey already. I should tell him to stop, but it feels so good, and I’m not sure he would listen even if I did.

“You can’t fuck me on the front porch.” He starts moving, and I drag his lips to mine. I grip his hair as he eats my mouth. The planets align the moment our lips meet and promise to never fall out again. I forget anything else exists. I hear chatting that sounds like his parents and Janelle, but it fades before I can focus on what is being said.

“Going to shower!” Ash shouts without letting our lips part.

I guess I’ll have to get a tour later. I hold on tight as he carries me up steps and through a door.

He jolts and it slams behind us.

He tosses me, but he’s on me a second later, mashing his mouth onto mine again. His big body fits perfectly with mine, like a missing puzzle piece, when he lowers himself on me.

“I need to fuck you. We can do nice later.”

“Nice later,” I agree, panting.

He climbs off, and I shove my clothes off. I don’t know how far we are from anyone to know how quiet I have to be or anything. All I know is if I don’t feel him inside me soon, I will implode.

He’s only wearing shorts but still takes more time getting undressed than me, and seeing me naked doesn’t make him move any faster.

“Bloody fucking hell.” He groans, his eyes deepen another shade.

“I’ve gained a little weight—” He grabs my ankles and pulls me to the edge of the bed.

“Shut up. You are here, in front of me, legs spread, pussy bare and fucking soaked for me. You think I give a shit about any weight you may or may not have gained?”

I’ve missed this, holy hell have I missed his mouth.

“I love you.” I breathe. “But I need you to fuck me, now.”

His eyes roll back, and he drops onto his knees, now eye level with my pussy. He blows out a sharp breath, and the warm air blowing on my throbbing center sends my hips into the air. A smack sounds around us when he connects with my pussy, but I love the feeling.

I jolt again when he pushes two fingers inside me without warning. I’m biting on my lip but it’s hardly muting my gasps. It’s a tight fit, and his dick is much bigger than his fingers.

It will hurt and I can’t wait.

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Ash

Tasting Payson’s pussy after so long has to be what it’s like for a drug addict taking a hit of the good stuff after rehab. It’s addicting in the best way, and with my tongue deep inside her and the beautiful sounds she’s failing to mute, I wonder how I went this long without it.

Her walls flutter around my tongue, but a small orgasm isn’t enough right now. My dick aches in my shorts, begging to sink inside her tight body, find it’s home again, but she needs stretching. Even if she was masturbating to my photos like she mentioned in a letter, her fingers are nothing compared to the size of my dick.

I drag my nose across her clit, and she gasps.

Pussies aren’t usually sweet, but I swear hers is. Fuck, it’s like the best candy in the bloody world.

My tongue slips out, and she whimpers but my fingers push inside, filling her in the way she wants, and I suction onto her clit. I flick the small nub several times, and her mouth drops open, such a beautiful fucking sight seeing her come for me.

She moans my name repeatedly, a sound I’ve craved for so fucking long. Cum drips down my shaft—going to waste not being deep inside her.

I let her breathing steady before I place one last kiss to her pussy, an apology for how I’m about to treat her, and stand to my full height.

Payson’s eyes at half-mast are such a sensual sight. She watches me push my shorts down, and when I grip my dick, she weakly pushes onto her elbows.

“You miss my dick, babygirl?”

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