Page 55 of Training the Heart

“Now, you came in here, so tell me you want it. Tell me to stop being a gentleman. Tell me to be the man you’re in here looking for, Ivy.”

I slide my thumb across her bottom lip and slide it into her mouth. The heat and warmth of her consumes it as she doesn’t hesitate to take it in.

“Just say the word,” I tell her.

Ivy blinks up at me, wraps her arms up around my neckintentionally, and whispers the one word that takes away every ounce of control I possess. The one word that threatens to ruin me.

“Mercy …”

I growl in response, releasing my cock and wrapping my hands around her waist, and I let my mouth fucking consume hers. This kiss isn’t careful, it’s a torrid clash of lips, tongue and teeth as my hands slide fervently over her warm body, up under her shorts, as I squeeze her pert ass the way I’ve wanted to for so long, and it’s a handful, just the way I like it. The moment I squeeze, she pushes herself further into me and I groan against her lips as she whimpers into mine.

Sweet heat and pressure licks up my hips and spine like lava as I lift her and carry her to the bed, depositing her onto her knees. Ivy reaches one hand up and places it on my tense jaw; the other moves between my legs and connects with my cock. She presses her palm against me and lets out a tiny gasp as I dip my head back down to hers. My tongue searches every corner of her mouth eagerly, just letting the sugar of her spread over my tastebuds for all of a minute as I grip her hips and pull her as close as I can. Moments pass like this as I savor every part of her mouth. I grab her hand from my cock and place her open palm under her lips.

“Spit,” I growl, which makes her eyes grow as big as saucers.

Fuck, I’m so fucking hungry for her.

She doesn’t question me, she listens like the good girl I already know she is and spits into her palm.

“Again,” I say, knowing she has a lot to cover. She listens and spits again before returning her hand to my cock, desperately trying to meet her fingers around it, failing miserably because I’m too big for her and that makes me beyond desperate to fill every tight hole she has. The rhythm of her hand over my cock, for even a few fleeting moments, sends a deep groan through my chest into her mouth, which she swallows down eagerly.

“Can I?” she asks as I lick and suck her juicy bottom lip into my mouth.

She’s about to meet the side of me she may not be ready for but I’m too far gone to hold back.

“Can you what?” I ask.

Ivy moans as my thumb and forefinger find each of her nipples through her flowy, silk tank.

“You want to suck my cock, Trouble?” I ask her.

“Fuckyes, I do,” she whines. “I just don’t … I haven’t exactly done it before, not really.”

I freeze, dead.Wait, what?

“It’s just … any men before Brad were just one-offs, and he … he never wanted me to.”

The fuck?A man that doesn’t want his dick sucked should never be trusted, is my first thought. My second is that if I’m the lucky bastard that gets to be the first to stick my cock down her throat, well, I’ll take that badge with fucking honor.

I kiss her lips. Fuck, I’ll never get enough of them.

“I’ve got you. I’ll teach you what to do,” I say as I slide my thumb over her lip. I’m so fucking hard it hurts as she slinks down the bed to a sitting position and looks up at me expectantly. Her legs spread wide on either side of my standing ones. I push them open even wider just because I like the way it looks.

She’s just the perfect height to press her lips to the head of my cock. I take a moment before I let her, to tilt her chin up to face me and take in the vision below me. Savoring it. Ivy looks so fucking beautiful and innocent. Her violet eyes stare back up at me, her cheeks are flushed, her pupils blown out, her lips already swollen from kissing me.

She’s the prettiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, just waiting for me to paint her lips with my cum. I slide my hand to the side of her face, letting my fingers rest in her hair as my thumb tracesher cheekbone down to her jaw, then finally I pull down her bottom lip and hold her mouth open.

Fucking stunning.

“Stick your tongue out, Ivy. Show me where you want my cock,” I tell her as she moans and does just as I say. Popping her mouth open wider, she darts her pink tongue out to wet her juicy fucking lips. Pre-cum leaks from my tip for her in anticipation of her mouth anywhere near me.

“More,” I tell her, showing her how to give me the space I need. I drop my cock on her tongue.

“Suck,” I command.

Her tongue comes up and swipes against the head of my rigid cock. I suck a breath in through my teeth with the contact. Her eyes never leave mine. The sight of her like this almost makes me lose it, but I somehow, someway, control myself, finding the will, because I want to fucking enjoy every second of her first real blow job.

“That’s it, now wrap those pretty lips around me while I slide my cock into your mouth, and I want your eyes right here,” I say as I point to my own.

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