Page 77 of Training the Heart

“Huh?” she says, dazed, and her whole body shudders when my thumb presses against her wet puckered asshole.

“Do you? Want me to fill your tight little pussy with every inch of my cock?”

“Every goddamn minute,” she answers without hesitation while I lose the tip of my thumb to her and groan. One day, my cock will take its place.

She cries out with the feeling, but it’s not lost on me that she rocks backward,into me.

“Fuck, Wade … I’ve never … no one has touched me there before.”

I grin behind her. “Just one more thing for me to teach you,” I say.

She whimpers into the shower wall with need.

“Just the thought of you hiding in my shower, making yourself come with my name on your lips, drives me fucking wild.”

Ivy moves the shower head in circles as her legs begin to shake.

Nope, not yet, she isn’t.

I take the shower head from her, and turn her around so her back is pressed against the tile, holding the wand in my own hand, still keeping it over her clit but teasing her with it, only giving her a few seconds of it before pulling it away. My lips find hers, slow and hungry, as her palm connects with my shaft and I bite down on her lip.

“I was almost there,” she moans.

“Only I finish the job, only I make you come, got it?”

She looks up at me with fire in her eyes. “I thought I just told you I can take care of myself?” Her mouth turns up in a smirk and I want to wipe it from her face with my cock down her throat.

“See, that’s the thing, Trouble,” I say as I use both my finger and the shower head to move shallow circles over her clit.

She moans.

“You’re lying to yourself. You can’t take care of yourself, not entirely,” I say as I shove two fingers into her soaking cunt.

She whimpers and leans her head against my chest in defeat.

“Because whether it’s by my cock, or your own fingers, or this shower head, I’m still the name you cry out when you come.”

I drag my teeth across her jaw, and pull her sweet skin into my mouth as I move the wand and press against her soaking slit with my rock-hard dick.

“That’s a bit … overly confident, don’t you think?” she breathes out. Her words are strong but I’m physically holding her melty body up as she pants below me.

“Not overly anything, baby, just taking ownership over what’smine.” My fingers move in and out of her tight heat, slow enough that she begins writhing for more when the water finds her clit.

“Are you … saying you own me?” she manages to ask as her eyes roll back in her head and her nails dig into my back.

“Right now? Sure fucking looks like it.”

I use my free hand to tilt her chin to me, those violet eyes open, glazy with lust, little droplets of water sitting on her long lashes, her hair wet and matted, water dripping over every part of her.

She’s absolutely fucking incredible.

“How I make you come tonight, how I make you scream my name. That’s what I fucking own, Ivy.” I kiss her lips. “And you want me to own it whether you admit it or not.”

I place the shower head back in its home and anchor Ivy’s body against the wall with my own as water tumbles over us. I grip her slippery hips tight and then, lifting her, I lose myself to her tight soaking cunt against the wall without any warning.

Her mouth opens in a cry as she quivers around me; she’s offering me no friction but gripping me so tight with the very feeling that threatens to be my undoing.

“Ready to admit it yet?” I ask, as I drag my hands over her and look down to feast my eyes on where we connect.

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