Page 61 of Training the Heart

“I fucking love your tattoos.” Wade’s eyes blaze a trail over the ivy vines that weave over the center of my spine and extend outwards at my tailbone, over my hips. I love them too. As much today as I did the day I got them back in August, once I got thepower to leave Brad.“If you can’t run, then walk, if you can’t walk, then crawl, but whatever you do, you have to keep moving forward”by Martin Luther King is etched throughout the vines. They remind me of my strength; they remind me to move forward no matter what.

“So fucking sexy, they’re a target for my lips, my teeth …” He bites under my shoulder blade where they begin, then slides one finger all the way down, almost to where they end. “And for my cum.”

His tongue comes down to swipe the whipped cream off my back. I whimper with his words—God, they do something to me. He has barely touched me and I’m desperate for something, some sort of friction as he presses his hard cock against my ass, but I can’t move. Wade’s legs are still holding mine apart, he knows I’m entirely at his will.

His thumbs come down my back, pressing into my skin on either side of my spine hard, as I pant, but I want him to press even harder. He reaches my tailbone and digs his thumbs into it, gripping me tight. I push my ass against him. My body begging.

His big hands move and knead the globes of my ass as he spreads me further apart. A finger trails over my soaking slit and I whimper. It’s not enough.

“I’ve imagined this view since the first day I met you,” he admits.

I look at him over my shoulder in the mirror. Steam is filling the bathroom now as the shower runs behind us. Wade’s upper arms flex as he grips my hips and pulls me taut against him.

His eyes are hungry, dark; he looks so damn beautiful, it hurts.

He opens his mouth to speak and I expect something dirty, but instead, he simply says, “Ivy, I’ve just never seen anything as pretty as you. You’re like a goddamn work of art, a masterpiece.” He says it almost sweetly, before two fingers are thrust into mypussy so deeply, I cry out. I rock against them as best I can as Wade holds me. I’m well beyond shame; I just want to come and this man holds all the power.

My eyes roll back as the shaking of the whipped cream can sounds again, and then it’s sprayed just over the cleft of my ass and down, stopping right before my pussy. I still can’t move. The ache of the vanity biting into my thighs isn’t even noticeable compared to the ache between my legs. Wade spreads me wide and then drops to his knees behind me. I feel his teeth on my skin, biting a path up the inside of my thigh. The pain makes my pussy ache more. He settles in and then I feel his tongue against my clit. I try to clench my thighs and push my pussy into his face, but his strength keeps me right where I am. He moves to the whipped cream and licks some off of me and I cry out.

“Mmm … fucking dessert,” he groans as he trades between my pussy and the whipped cream. He doesn’t lick the mess he made off of me in one fell swoop. He takes his time, tiny little flicks of his tongue clean every drop of the sugary topping, and by the time he’s done and the whipped cream is gone, I’m a boneless, panting mess, gripping the countertop so hard my hands have gone numb.

Wade reaches around me and lifts my head by gripping my throat. His cock is so hard against my back I beg him to fuck me in little whimpers.

The smirk he offers me in return is of a man in complete control.

A man in his element.

“Look at us, look at this woman,” he orders, watching me in the mirror.

I look at the woman I see there—she doesn’t look like regular me. Her breasts are heaving, nipples hard and aching for touch. Her eyes are partly closed and glazy, her cheeks are flushed, her lips parted as she breathes in tiny little breaths, her hair is wild.She looks … sexy, so confident and strong, desirable. She holds all the power, and that thought is fucking electrifying. I want to be her more often, withhim.

“So desperate … so needy for me … such a fucking beautiful sight,” Wade says as he kisses a trail down my shoulder, then his hands come down around my waist again, spinning me to face him, kissing me as he lifts me up easily then begins walking. He deposits me in the hot shower, never breaking his kiss on the way.

I gasp when the warm steamy water hits my skin. Wade presses my back up against the tiled shower wall before he slams his cock into me with no warning. My eyes fly open and I try to cry out, but no sound leaves me as water hits my cheeks. I wrap my legs around him.

“Fuck, Ivy.” Wade sets his pace and begins to fuck me hard and fast. “So fucking perfect.”

My head falls forward against Wade’s shoulder as his hand slides up the back of my neck. Gripping my wet hair, winding his hand around it, he uses it as leverage to pull my body to him, fucking me so deep, so hard, I feel I might fall apart all over him already.

“Such a good fucking girl, giving in to me, giving me all that sass,” he whispers into my shoulder, and something about those words sets me off. I pull my face back and kiss his lips.

“Fuck me as hard as you want. But, Wade, you’ll never fuck the sass out of me,” I say breathlessly, pressing my palms behind me against the ledge on the shower wall. I take back control of my body, fighting the way he pulls me down to him, moving how I want, only giving him what I allow, and he stills, gripping me at my hips and running his hands over me, and he does something I don’t expect.

He lets me.

He moves into me under my lead, he tells me how prettyI look riding his cock, how well I take him. He tells me my pussy was made just for him, and every word of praise pushes me higher, closer to the orgasm creeping in from every corner, every cell, every nerve ending. My entire body is on fire for Wade.

Just as my high takes hold, he whispers, “Come, Ivy, come for me.” It’s a command and I feel it, the struggle of power between us, both of us knowing there’s nothing about this either of us can control.

The feeling is otherworldly, godlike. I look into his deep green eyes that are so dark now, so stormy. I fight my release with everything in me.

“Make me,” I say in a moan as he growls at me, growing inside me even more.

Wade wraps his hand around my throat, pulling my face forward to kiss him as he groans my name into my lips, forcing the air from my lungs with his hand.

“I swear to fucking Christ you were sent here to test me, Ivy. You have no idea the restraint it takes me not to lose control while you fall apart all over my cock,” he says in his low tenor.

My body quivers as my breath is taken, yet his hand gets tighter. Dots line my vision just at the precise moment he spills into me. I let go.

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