Page 59 of Training the Heart

Holding myself up on my forearms, I grip the sides of her face, pulling it to mine to kiss her softly, trying to calm her. I sink further. “That’s it,” I tell her as she takes a deep breath and pulls me in a little more while I breathe out a shaky groan.

“Fuck. Ivy.Fuck,” I grunt as I push even further, pressing my forehead to hers, still gripping her face.

“Is that … all the way?” she asks, her eyes begging me for honesty.

I kiss her, before teaching her to embrace it.

“You can take more. I’ll fill you so full you’ll never want me to leave you empty.”

She nods, and that fiery sass I’m obsessed with shines in her eyes.

“More then,” she says with confidence.

I grin back at her. “Such a little brat,” I say as I give her no more warning, and I kiss her as I bury myself in her to the hilt before she can change her mind.

“Holy, motherfuckingfuck,Wade,” she says. “You’re too big, you feel …”

“Don’t ask me for all of me unless you’re ready to take it all, Trouble.” I kiss a line down her throat and pull her nipple into my mouth, then trail my middle finger to her clit between us, circling her for a beat to bait her, to beg her body to adjust to me. She’s so fucking wet.So fucking tight.

“You feel … you feel …” she mutters again, losing the words.

“So fucking good,” I breathe out for her because holy fuck,this pussy. This pussy might just be the death of me.

“Yeah …” she pants. “That.”

I pull myself out halfway and drive into her again fully as she cries out. She’s so full and I’ve never been so crazed.

Every single ounce of me is molded with her sweet, tight pussy like tongue and groove, and I decide I want to die right here, buried deep inside Ivy. I start slow, savoring, dragging myself out and pushing myself back in, staying rooted in her for a few extra seconds every time, circling my hips there to give her swollen clit the friction it needs to drive her fucking mad.

Her moans become louder as her legs wrap up around my waist. Nails dig deeper into my skin as I slowly, deeply, deliciously fuck my cock in and out of her with the restraint of a goddamn saint, and just as I’m sure her body is ready and she’s begging for more, I start to really move. Ivy cries out, my name mostly, every time I withdraw then bottom out inside her.

I move slowly at first, controlled. Taking my time to justfeelher. To bask in her.

I do this until I can’t be gentle with her any longer; her pussyis the fucking brass ring. Beads of sweat form between us as I grip her thigh tight and hold her still, taking all the control as I lose the place where we connect.

We’re no longer two. Just one. I stay in these moments with no idea how I hold it together. My cock deep in Ivy’s pussy with nothing between us, just her skin on mine, is nothing short of supernatural. I slide my hand up to her throat and grip under her jaw, pressing my mouth to hers as I fuck into her harder.

She whimpers and moans beneath me. I squeeze a little tighter, testing her, and I feel her walls clamp down around me like a vice. I wait for her to tap my thigh as I tighten my grip on her throat, but she doesn’t. Her legs begin to shake as she chases her high and I’m right there with her, I’m higher than I’ve ever been, with no hope of ever coming down.

“Soak my cock now, Ivy, come,” I order.

“I’m going to, and Wade?”

“Yeah?” I grunt, while I do everything in my power to hold it together as my balls tighten to an incomparable level at the vision of her beautiful body below me.

“I want you to come too, and squeeze my throat tighter when you do.” She says it so innocently that, instantly, I’m a fucking goner.

My vision blackens as my release fires up my shaft and spills into her, at the precise moment she clamps down around me and comes all over my cock, each of our movements turning sloppy and shaky as her name leaves my lips and mine leaves hers. A dull buzzing fills my head as I come down and still jerk inside her.

All I hear is silence and our breathing. I’m pretty sure I might be dead. If I’m not, I want to be because there’s no greater heaven than this. Buried in Ivy Spencer, with my shoulders bloodied and her arms around me.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Ivy

“John Wick Keanu would take Neo Keanu any fucking day,” Wade says as he grabs the can of whipped cream and drops a good dollop on top of his ice cream an hour later, when we’re nested in the messy king-size bed, withJohn Wick 2and ice cream.

I take a bite of my own sundae; it’s pretty good for being a room service sundae, but only because Wade went and hunted down a can of whipped cream and M&M’s for us while we waited for the delivery, finally coming up victorious from the gift shop, muttering something like, “What kind of sundae is it without M&M’s?”

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