Page 72 of Training the Heart

“Thought about it all through dinner too. Do you know how hard it was for me to stop myself from taking you into the next room and fucking you right then and there?” His voice is gravelin my ear as heat pools in my panties with the expert way he’s working his fingers against my nipples.

I whine again and inch myself closer in his cock.

“And you were such a little brat tonight. Do you know what happens to little brats, Ivy?” He pinches my nipple. Hard.

Oh fuck. Why is this so hot? How can a man be this good at this?

He reaches down and cups my pussy through my jeans, pressing the heel of his palm into my clit, and all I can do is whimper.

“They get fucked, hard,” he rasps, as just his finger and thumb pop the button on my jeans, and I’m in sensory overdrive because his other hand is still working slow torture with one of my nipples. Wade yanks my jeans down, dropping to his knees and sliding the denim down to the floor, pulling the flared bottoms off over my boots. He looks up and lets his eyes rake over every inch of me, standing before him in just my bra, panties, my cowboy boots and hat.

“Well, that might be the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen,” he growls as he stands and yanks a rope down from the wall and spins me around.

I moan as he does, and his cock presses into my ass and I rock against it desperately. It’s like he’s training me to crave him, to beg for him. If that is his plan, it’s working. I’ve never wanted anything more.

Holding my hands over my head, he wraps the rope around my wrists, securing them to the open barnboard above me, in a taut line that gets tighter when I pull my wrists toward me. His lips meet my shoulder blade as I pant. I need him to touch me, somewhere, anywhere.

“You want to taunt me? Tease me? Make me hard before we even sit down to the fuckingdinner table?” he asks as his fingerstrail under the back of my thong, sliding downward to the cleft of my ass as he grips my hip tight with his left hand. A tight slap lands on the fleshiest part of my cheek, stinging me.

A growl rumbles low in Wade’s chest at the same time I moan. My pussy throbs. Another stinging slap catches me off guard, before he stands back and admires his work,

“Fuck, my handprint looks good on you,” Wade says as he grips me tightly, then trails a finger down through my soaking slit from behind.

“Mmm.” He growls an animalistic sound as he feels the mess I’m making between my thighs. “You like it rough, don’t you, Ivy? You’re so fucking wet.”

“Fuck, yes,” I breathe out.

“Spread these thighs for me as wide as you can now. I’m fucking desperate for this sweet cunt,” he says as he pushes my legs apart with his boot. “But first …”

I feel him pull my hat from my head and replace it with his own.

“The only hat allowed on your head while I bury my tongue inside you ismine.”

“Holyshit.” I bite my lip to keep from yelling as Wade drops and does just that, burying his face deep in my pussy, spreading me even wider to give himself more access as his tongue darts in and out of me, lapping against me as his face rocks into me. He grips my ass and spreads me wide as his tongue continues its assault. Two fingers curve into my most coveted spot and I’m begging to come within what seems like seconds.

“Fuck, Ivy, I could survive everyday only eating this pussy,” Wade growls as he flicks his tongue relentlessly over my clit. “Fucking morning, noon and night, and I’d never tire of you.”

“Wade!” I scream as I start to fall apart. My pussy tightens around his hypnotic fingers and I’m practically hanging from mytethered place to the wall. I know the only thing that is stopping the rope from cutting the circulation completely off in my wrists is his strong hands at my hips, and his face.

“Don’t hold back, Ivy. Come on my tongue with my name on yours.”

Stars explode behind my eyelids as I screw them shut. Every cell in my body is alive and buzzing with Wade as an intense orgasm centers inside me.

I’m whimpering obscenities, curse words, his name,yes, please, among other things I couldn’t even tell you, all the while he never stops, never slows, working his tongue into me, proving quickly that there’s truly nothing he loves more than feasting on me.

I open my eyes as my breathing begins returning to normal, but Wade gives me no time, he pulls the hat from my head and uses the pad of his finger to circle my clit. I’m so sensitive that every time he touches me, I shudder and my legs almost give out. My wrists are so tight against the rope that it burns, but I don’t care about the pain. I don’t even really feel it. All I feel is Wade’s finger tracing a line up my slit, and then I hear the sound of his buckle and his jeans hitting the concrete floor. One large hand reaches around and grips my hip tight, squeezing my flesh there, pulling me taut to him; the other moves to my hair as he twists it around his fingers, as he drives into me with one violent thrust and a beast-like growl.

“FuckingChrist, Ivy.”

I can only moan in response; I may as well not even have legs because they have ceased to remember how to work.

Wade holds me up, lifting my body and giving my wrists a little relief against the tight rope holding them. He somehow pushes himself even further into me, that last final inch. Stretching me, begging my body to accept him.

“So fucking wet. So fucking tight. So fuckingperfect,” hemutters as he drags his cock out slowly, almost all the way, then slams back into me again with a long drawn-out growl and a “Fuck …”

I moan and bite my bottom lip. His hands reach to my front and pull the lace of my bra down, letting my aching breasts bounce free, finding my nipples as he fucks into me roughly, all the while peppering my shoulders and arms with the softest, sweetest kisses I’ve ever felt. It’s too contradictory, but in this moment, I can’t imagine anything on earth that could possibly feel better.

Wade uses my body like a toy to fuck himself. His slow unhurried movements are never-ending, and every time I get close to orgasming all over him he somehow knows, and stays in me for a beat longer than he should.

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