Chapter Twenty-Nine Ivy

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Ivy

F ucking Christ Almighty, if I'm going to die young, let it be with Wade Ashby hovering his incredible body overtop of me, pressing his huge, and I mean huge , cock against me.

I no longer have a choice; if I lose my job after this or if it's awkward, I give zero fucks. It will be worth it. Something I decided the moment I pushed open that door and saw him stroking his cock. I've never seen a man do that before so confidently, I've never seen a cock as big as his, and I just couldn't look away, even though I knew I shouldn't be in there.

"You taste so fucking good," Wade says into my lips as he kisses me so deeply, so intently, I'd swear he's won awards for kissing. Gold medal winner right here on top of me. A fucking Olympian.

His tongue sweeps against mine in slow, delicious strokes, searching my mouth in a way I've never been kissed as his hand grips my jaw then trails down to my throat like it did the first night his lips met mine. His thumb strokes the center lightly as I realize it's very possible his large hand would actually fully wrap around my throat with ease if he chose. Maybe that should scare me but it doesn't at all, I think it turns me on even more. Wade moves back to look at me. His eyes trace the lines of my face, saving my lips for last.

"I'm going to fucking worship you tonight," he says, kissing me, his voice deep and full of gravel.

I moan into his lips.

"Please … yes, please," I beg. It's all I can say. I have no train of thought. I'm only existing in this moment to pray for his hands on me the next.

"I love hearing you beg, Ivy, you have no idea what it does to me," Wade says as he trails his tongue over my bottom lip, sucking it roughly into his mouth, holding it there for a few seconds before releasing it with a tiny popping sound.

"Since I can't seem to keep myself under control at all when I'm with you, if anything is ever too rough I need you to promise to tell me. It's the only way this will work. If it's too much, just tap my thigh."

Little jolts of fear ripple down my spine, but the need I feel for him outweighs it tenfold. I look into his eyes—they're serious and pleading. It's in this second that I realize Wade Ashby has a darker side. Call me a masochist but I feel no fear, only need. No matter what Wade says, I know he would never, ever hurt me. The only thing that surprises me is that until tonight I had no idea that the thought of him being a little rough with me wouldn't scare me—in fact, I may even want it.

I nod to him, still moaning under my breath because Wade's hand has moved down the column of my throat, under my tank to my breast, where he pinches my nipple then swipes his thumb over it and rolls it between his thumb and finger, like he has nothing but the time and energy to torture me for hours.

"I'm going to need to hear the words, Ivy. I don't fuck around with consent." Of course he doesn't . "Tell me this is what you want," he commands.

"I want you, Wade, so fucking badly I can hardly see straight. That work for you?" I quip, as a deep delicious heat coils in my low belly.

His fingers swipe, pinch, roll.

Can you come from someone touching your breasts? Because holy shit, that feels good. A dark growl erupts from Wade's chest as he sits me up and yanks my tank top off, tearing it in the process, and his hot mouth moves down my body. His lips find one nipple while his free hand finds the other, like he needs to take care of both of them equally, expertly, before his lips move to my shoulders, my arms, my neck. He devours me with open-mouthed ravaging kisses, nipping across my body, biting down then kissing over the pain like he has a thirst that can only be quenched by my skin. He's everywhere and simply not enough places all at once, as I pant for more.

Wade moves back up to kiss my lips as his hand reaches into the waist of my shorts, gripping my hip, kneading it in a deep hold as he centers himself between my thighs and presses his cock against my aching clit. How wet I am is obvious, I'm sure he can feel it through the layers of my panties and shorts still between us.

I shamelessly grind into him as my neck arches back. Visions of his cock filling me overtake me. I might die if he does this for too long; the slow delicious roll of his hips is like tossing gunpowder into a flame. He's so unhurried, so intentional.

Just as I'm about to beg him again, his fingers slide to my center, pushing my thin cotton panties aside. He sucks in a breath and mutters, " Jesus, fuck, " when he feels that I'm positively dripping.

"This all for me? You're fucking soaked," Wade states as he practically rips my shorts and panties from my body. I lie beneath him, naked and panting.

"What did you expect with the way you've been touching me? It's all your fault," I whisper as Wade smirks into my lips.

"Drip down my hand, I welcome it. I fucking love it"—a kiss—"I can't wait for you to drip down my cock."

Oh God …

Wade's eyes rake over my body; he seems to take in every single stretch of my naked flesh with a hunger in his eyes I can't explain. I move to cover my hips and stomach instinctively. I was never self-conscious until Brad, but he preyed on that, and I'm just now learning to be comfortable in my curves and in my own skin again.

"Don't you do that, don't cover yourself with me, ever. You're fucking perfect, Ivy, goddamn perfection, got it?"

I nod, warmth flooding my chest, his praise lighting something in me I never knew I needed.

Wade pushes one big finger into my soaked pussy and my back instantly bows off the bed. The sound I make earns me a groan from him, igniting me all on its own. He smirks down at me when he realizes how much he affects me, like he knows a secret I don't.

"I'm going to ruin this tight little cunt tonight. You will love every second of it, but one thing I won't do is rush this." His fingers make quick work of bringing me to a precipice.

"I'm going to get you there slowly. I'll give in when you're ready to trade me your fucking soul for my cock," he says as he adds another finger, sweeping his thumb over my aching clit.

I'm going to come all over him, and he's barely touched me.

He looks down at me as he takes in my writhing form. I'm panting wildly and I don't even care how it looks or sounds.

"Look how fucking pretty you are, your body just begging for me to fill you."

This man's mouth. I can't handle these words—they're going to send me right off the cliff I'm desperately clinging to. Wade expertly fucks his fingers into my pussy as I whine around him.

"That's it, come for me. Show me what a beautiful mess you can make of my hand," he says as I scream out, " Oh God , Wade, fuck. " While fireworks ignite behind my eyelids, my entire body quakes as I break and shatter, doing just what he says, dripping down his hand and corded forearm. Wade lets my breathing return to normal levels as he plants one single kiss under my earlobe then whispers, "Just one thing … the only name you call out when you come is mine, Ivy. I don't even want to hear God's name on your lips. He has no place in my bed with you, understand?"

I nod.

"Good girl. Now, you can give me another one. Spread these thighs."

Holy fuck, who is this man hiding behind Wade's unassuming exterior and how the hell do I keep him?