Page 112 of Heartless Legacy

“You haven’t sparred in almost a year and you wantTankto be your first session?”

“What’s wrong with that? He’s a great fighter. He’s got good moves, works with women all the time, and he’s been begging me to let him get his hands on me.”

“What move do you want Tank to show you?”

“I’m down for him showing me whatever moves he’s got.”

Wolfe leans against the wall, arms folded across his chest. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Thea.”

“I’m not playing at all.” I stare him in the eye, a smirk tugging at the corner of my lips. He’s on edge. I’m on edge. And I’m ready to tip him over. “I think I’m finally ready to have my body worked over. I can’t think of a better fighting partner than the best one this gym has to offer.”

“Is it the fight you’re wanting? Or something else that starts with an f?” Wolfe moves fast. So fast, I barely have time to dodge him. But I do, and stifle my laughter at his muttered curse when he grabs air.

He spins quickly, diving for me again, and I dart by him, shoving the chair closest to the door between us.

“Too slow,” I tease from the safety of the other side of the chair. I ignore his stupidly handsome face and focus on the position of his body and his feet, trying to predict which way he’ll attack next. When he lunges for me, I pick up the chair like a lion tamer. He grabs the leg and yanks, trying to pull me closer.

I release it quickly and scurry forward, intending to jump onto his desk. I almost make it, but he plucks me out of the air, like he’s catching a fly ball. He slings me over his shoulder and marches over to his desk, dropping into his chair with me in his lap.

“You’re such a brat.” He says, turning me so I’m facing him. My face hurts from how hard I’m smiling. It wasn’t a fight, but it was fun. “Did that ease the urges you’re feeling?”

It didn’t. If anything, it made it worse. I squirm in his lap, acutely aware of the throbbing between my legs. I don’t overthink things. I don’t give my mind a chance to ruin this moment. I slip off my pants and panties, and settle back in his lap.

“What are you doing LaReaux?” He asks, as I rub my hand over the outline of his dick.

“What does it feel like I’m doing?” I pull out his dick, gliding the head of his shaft through my wetness.

“It feels like you’re leading us towards something we can’t undo.”

I know he said we’d have to talk about it first, but we don’t need to. I want this. Want it to be like this. Biting down on my lip, I place him at my opening.

“Do you know what you’re doing, Thea? Do you have any idea what this will mean?”

I don’t respond. I feel him slip inside me, taking just a fraction of his length. It’s not much at all. Barely much morethan the tip. My hand works my clit, and I roll my hips while watching his face. Keeping my movements shallow. He can pull away at any time.

“Are you sure?” He asks, searching my face.

I take a little more, clenching my walls around him. I watch as the look on his face transforms from one of patience to one of possession. “I guess I have my answer.”

He reaches around my back, grips my shoulders, and thrusts up while pulling me the rest of the way down. My breath hisses out of me, and all the idiotic thoughts I had of him letting me be in charge are gone.

“I’ve given you chance after chance,” He rasps. “I’m done.” He grabs my hips, pushing and pulling me down his length. “When you finally crawl out of here, you’ll know once and for all that you. This pussy. Your heart. Ismine.”

“Yes, yes, yes.” I chant. That’s what I want. His cock buried deep inside me. His words soothing me. His hands marking me. I groan as he pushes in deep. Sex with Wolfe is cathartic. He always finds those secrets I’ve hidden away, forcing me to share them without words. He knows that spot inside me, where nobody else reaches. Heownsme. My body spasms around him, as I cum quicker than I ever have before.

“Oh, Sweetness. Have you been on edge lately? Is that what this little game was about? I’m sorry. I’ve been distracted. I should have had you at the house, begging me to fuck you days ago.”

He should have. Now that I am here. Thatwe’rehere, I realize that I have been on edge since the social club. I’ve needed to cum for days and I refused to let myself think about it. To feel it. “Shame. On. You.” I scold.

“Shame onyou. Why didn’t you tell me you needed my cock? Did you think I wouldn’t give it to you?”

“You didn’t before.”

His hips stall. “Before? You mean when you were healing?” He brushes a stray hair away from my face. “I’ve been giving you the lead, Thea. Going at your pace. Every night I think about taking you the way I used to, but you weren’t ready.”

He wraps the hair dangling from my ponytail around his fist. “Are you ready now, Thea? Are you ready for everything I want to give you? Is this sweet cunt finally ready for me?”

I bite my lip to keep from begging for him to move. He tugs my hair, forcing my head back. “I’m a little disappointed in you, Thea.” I whimper at the chastisement. “My good girl doesn’t hide how desperate she is for me. She tells me what she needs. Are you still my good girl?”

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