Page 85 of Training the Heart

I press my lips to hers, and sliding her thong fully off her ankle, I ball it up in my fist.

“If it’s hard to be quiet with my fingers in you, you don’t stand a chance when it’s my cock.” I grin at her in the dark. “I’ve got you,sweetheart,” I whisper against her ear as I shove her panties into her mouth.

She accepts them greedily as I bring my thumb down to work in tight little circles over her aching little bundle of nerves.

I move my fingers in and out of her, in a quick rhythm, massaging that spot she begs for me to hit day in and day out. Her eyes flutter closed and I know this won’t take long.

I loosen my buckle and lose my jeans in a matter of seconds.

“Oh no you don’t, not yet, greedy girl. I want to feel this tight little pussy strangle my cock when you come.”

I continue fucking her with my fingers and then I lean down to whisper in her ear. “I’m going to fill you so full you’ll never forget I was here. So full you’ll feel me everywhere.”

Ivy moans into her panties and wraps her legs around me, pulling me to her. I slide my hands up to her waist and sheath myself in her in one deep thrust. We both let out muffled groans, her into her thong and me into her shoulder as I draw myself back out and push into her again.

“Goddamn, there’s nothing on this earth like you,” I mumble as her breath hitches around her panties. I push myself deeper, more, and I let the heel of my palm slide up to her throat and grip it tight, moving my thumb to cover her makeshift gag and hold it there.

I drive into her over and over as the cabinet hits the wall, alerting anyone in the hall to what is happening, but I don’t giveone flying fuck. I’m a crazed man, all I see and taste and breathe is Ivy as her pussy pulls me deeper and her nails bite my neck and shoulders under my t-shirt.

I look down in the dim room to where we connect and take in the sight.

“Such a good girl, my Ivy, taking all of me, now watch me fuck your sweet cunt, like the dirty girl we both know you are.”

Ivy does what I tell her and looks down then moans, her legs quivering as she does her best to keep them tightly fixed around me, her heels biting into my skin.

“Fuck yeah, you like to watch. I know you do. You like to see how I take what’s mine,” I observe.

She nods, her eyes shining in the dark before she closes them, chasing her high.

Ivy whimpers and pants as I slide my hand fully around her throat and squeeze, using the leverage to pull her body down to meet mine as I fuck into her. I look up and see the wordminearound her throat on my hand like a fucking banner, tears spill over her cheeks as she cries out into her thong, and fuck it’s even prettier than I imagined.

I lean my head down to hers as I fuck into her hard, and pulling her thong from her mouth with my teeth, I spit it out then kiss her lips.

“Fuck it, scream my name, tell them all exactly who’s making you come, Ivy,” I tell her.

“Wade,” she yells, giving the loud-as-fuck music a run for its money outside the door.

“Mine,” I growl as my release barrels down my spine into my lower back like wildfire when I feel her clamp down around me. Her hands grip my hair so tight it hurls me toward the cliff and we fall off together. With me grunting her name and “such a good dirty fucking girl,” and her digging her heels into me and moaning my name as she rides out her high and her legs fallslack. I stay rooted in her for a beat, kissing a line up her tempting shoulders, I kiss her lips gently once, then twice.

She leans her sugar-scented head on my chest.

“So, I’m yours, then?” she asks with a hint of sass and sarcasm.

“Fucking right, you are.”

“I didn’t get you a gift as special as tattooing something on my body for you.” She giggles into me, running a finger over my new tattoo.

“Fuck, you’re the only gift I want,” I say without thinking.

“Did you ever think, Wade? Maybe us together, maybe we’re each other’s gifts?” she hums, cracking my heart wide open.

All the depraved dirty thoughts still running through my mind for her while I’m buried in her mix with something else, something sweet, something I would never want to lose, a deeper connection than I’ve ever felt. It overwhelms the fuck out of me.

I want to say so much more, but instead I just say, “I think you may be right, sweetheart.”

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

Ivy

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