Page 87 of Heal For Me

He prowls forward and places his hand on my shoulder, then shoves me to the ground and hooks my chin so I’m forced to look at him. Since I woke up from my coma, sex with Ash has been gentle, loving, good—but right now, I’m getting a look at the Ash before, and it’s bringing up old feelings. Good feelings, like so good that my pussy grows wet with the thought of what’s to come.

“Fuck, seeing you on your knees again makes my dick fucking hard.”

His words cause a shiver to rack my spine. “Seeing you like this makes me wet.”

His eyes roll and he growls. “Show me.”

I make haste stripping and tossing my clothes away. Back on my knees, I drag my hand seductively over my body until I reach the v between my legs. His eyes are so hot watching me. I put on a little show, spreading my legs and moaning when my finger slips past my opening.

“I said show me, not play with yourself.” Ash wraps his hand around my wrist and lifts it into the air. The sun peering in through the window glistens off the tips of my fingers.

A groans rumbles from deep inside of him as he bends down and wraps his hot tongue around my fingers and sucks.

“I love watching you taste me.”

He sucks up the rest and pulls away, pushing back to his full height. “Take me out, return the favor, babygirl.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

We freeze as the word dances around the room. I can’t get a read on his thoughts, but his jaw is locked tight. My ears burn with uncertainty. We haven’t talked about not using that word, but I think we both came to our own conclusions it’s not healthy. Probably should have voiced our opinions, but now it’s out there.

“I’m so—”

“Hurry up, babygirl. Daddy’s waiting to have his dick sucked.”

A relieved breath blows past my lips. I eye him for a second longer, making sure he is actually okay with this and not just amusing me.

His eyes soften, and he cups my face. “Even the healthiest of people have their weaknesses. You calling me daddy is mine.”

Thank God.

“We can go back to being healthy versions of ourselves tomorrow.” He bends at the waist and gets in my face, but he doesn’t kiss me.

“Tomorrow you can go back to being my future wife. Tonight, I’m going to treat you like my dirty little slut while you scream for your daddy.”

Ash

Payson’s throat is like a fucking hoover. I don’t know if it’s because we agreed to throw all our therapy to the wind for one night, or what, but she’s had my dick in her mouth for two minutes and my balls are already tingling with the need to come.

With eyes half-mast, a dick in her throat, and spit dripping from her chin—she looks like a bloody masterpiece.

I bury my hand in her hair and squeeze. Her eyes pinch shut, but she doesn’t stop sucking.

Fucking hell. “You suck me so good, Jailbird.”

Her eyes blaze with that nickname as she works her hand around my shaft harder, tighter, and—

“I’m going to come, babygirl. Open that throat nice and wide.”

I push as far as I can, and she sputters around me. With the fluttering of her throat, I come fucking hard.

“Take it all. Take all of daddy’s cum like the good girl you are.”

With my balls empty, I pull out of her mouth. She falls forward, hands out in front of her, coughing, and I head to the bathroom to grab a few things I will need.

She’s still on the floor when I come back but she’s finished choking. She lifts her head after hearing the thud of the bottle I set on the nightstand.

“What is that?” Her voice is hoarse, and if I hadn’t come thirty seconds ago, it would make me hard knowing I did that.

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