Page 78 of Training the Heart

“I … deeper … more,” she chants incoherently as she claws my shoulders.

I grin and grip her hips so hard it will surely bruise her as she whimpers, pushing myself into her further, sliding my hands up to knead her shoulders as she wraps her legs around my waist fully while I pull her body down to meet mine. Hard, fast, unforgiving.

“Yes!” Ivy cries as my cock throbs inside her,

“Fuck, look at you. So desperate … aching for more of my cock. I’m going to make you come so hard you see stars behind those pretty eyes.”

“Please …” She is losing her grip on my arms as I fuck her. I have no worry of hurting her, she wants it as hard as I can give it to her, her dripping cunt is my proof. My eyes threaten to roll back into my head with every movement. She feels …

“You feel …” I trail off, just losing myself in her for a second.

“So fucking good,” she cries out.

“Yeah.” I kiss her. “That …”

“Wade …” She moans my name as I piston into her over and over.

I see the fight in her while I fuck her, trying to make this last longer. As I tether my hands in her hair, I watch her fight begin to die. It’s the most beautiful sight to see Ivy give in, because I know she never gives in easily to anything. To watch her submit to the pleasure I offer her every time I bottom out inside her is the reward I seek.

“Such a needy little brat. So eager. Your body begs for my cock.”

“Yes …” she cries as I grip her hair hard, and tip her head back so my lips meet hers.

“Tell me, then, Ivy. Right now, in this moment”—I kiss her—“who owns this pussy?”

“Fuck,” she calls out in a whine, eyes rolling back again.

“Who,Ivy?” I double down, driving her up the wall as my thumb pinches her hardened clit, sending her over the edge.

Her head comes forward, her beautiful eyes fall open and focus on mine for one split second. One split second where time and space cease to exist as she whispers, “You, Wade. You.”

An unexpected warmth in my chest fires through me with her words. Overtaking me, consuming me completely as I drop my hand from her hair, unable to control myself.

My cock jerks and spills into her, while she falls apart around me, her pussy begging for every drop I have, pulling me deeper into her with every spasm of her tight walls.

“Ivy …” I draw out her name in a groan as I close my eyes and hit the wall with my palm to keep myself from blacking out. I have no idea how long I come for, only that it feels like it will never end. A tiny finger pulls my chin up to allow my gaze to meet hers, bringing me back to her, a coy grin on her beautiful lips.

“Looks like I might own you too.”

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

Wade

December

Istare down at my boots in the dirt while I wait for Ivy, leaning against the open silos door. For forty-seven days we’ve been doing the same thing, and this is the first day she hasn’t been on time.

I know it’s been forty-seven days because every morning Ivy reminds me how many days we’ve been training Angel’s Wings for, and how many days to go until she has to be springing from the gate all on her own.

I shouldn’t be surprised I’m standing here freezing my ass off though.

Ivy’s been a nervous wreck all morning. She spilled her coffee all over her first flannel, messed up the time for a phone meeting with the AQTA, and now she’s run back into the office just as we were ready to head to our practice track for Angel’s big moment, muttering something about it “being windier out than I thought.”

The sound of her boots clicking alerts me that she’s moving toward me down the long hallway.

“Fuck, you’re almost makingmeanxious,” I say as she finally comes into view.

Ivy blows out a breath when she meets me, holding up a scrunchie, and she smiles.

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