28. Riggs

TWENTY-EIGHT

RIGGS

Holy fucking shit . I've never wanted anything more than I want Monroe's pussy wrapped around me right now. I'm doing everything I can to avoid going to that place where I can't control myself, but I feel like I'm walking on a tightrope, ready to fall at any second. I need to be present for this. For her.

She stands, and I spin her so she's facing the mirror before taking her hair in one hand and sliding the other down her back until I can feel her dripping center. She's hot and ready as I spear two fingers inside her, curling and thrusting them until she moans for me.

"What a dirty girl you are," I coo. "Does the thought of choking on my cum really make you this wet? You're a mess."

"Yes," she replies, raising to her tippy toes as I fuck her hard. Her inner muscles begin to close around me quickly, but I'm not ready to make her melt yet. Just as she's about to come, I yank my fingers from her body and stuff them into my mouth hungrily, making sure I'm close enough to her ear for her to hear me suck her arousal onto my tongue. She whines in frustration, no doubt because I denied her the release she so desperately needed.

"You don't come unless it's on this cock," I say, stepping up behind her and sinking myself into her wet cunt. I see stars as she tightens around me, almost like her body is forming to the way I fit inside it. We're perfect for each other. I've known it since the second I laid eyes on her. I'm just glad she's finally catching up.

I thrust in and out, listening to the sounds of her heavy breathing and quiet moans as I fuck her from behind. Her head begins to hang forward, but I tighten my grip on her hair, pulling it up so she's looking straight at the mirror.

"Look at her again, Monroe," I demand. "Tell me what you see."

She watches as I fuck her, a lazy smile tipping up the corners of her lips. It's like she's seeing herself for the first time. In a way, she is.

"She's beautiful," she says, letting her eyes roam over her body as it bounces against me. Her pierced nipples glint in the light and I'd give anything to sink my teeth into them right now.

"Good fucking girl," I praise. "Rub your clit for me and tell me what else."

She obeys, diving a hand between her legs and rubbing wildly at her swollen bundle of nerves. "She's strong," she says on a moan.

"Fuck yeah, she is. What else?"

"She's sexy." Her eyes meet mine in the reflection and I wink back at her.

"Sexiest girl I've ever seen," I reply, leaning over her shoulder so my lips are at her ear. "What else? "

She exhales, her hooded eyes connecting with mine again. "She's your whore."

Fuck yes.

I let go of her hair, digging my fingers into her hips for leverage as I pick up my pace, pounding into her. My grunts and her moans mix with the sound of our wet skin slapping together, and I've never felt more complete than I do in this moment.

"That's right, baby," I reply. "You are my whore. In here, I'll defile every one of your holes whenever I want." I spit on her back entrance before abandoning where I'm holding her side, pushing the tip of my thumb into the tight bud and earning a gorgeous gasp from her plump lips. She clenches at first, but releases quickly so I'm able to slide in even further. Every part of her is made for this. For me. "You'll submit to me and let me take what I need in this room. But out there, in the world? You're my fucking queen. I'll fall at your feet and give you everything. You'll never have to question how loved you are, because I'll remind you every day that you own me."

"Oh my God, I love you," she whimpers as her inner walls begin to tighten around me. I reach between her legs, batting her hand away and taking over, rubbing tight circles on her clit while she arches her back in pleasure. Her legs become more and more unsteady with every one of my thrusts, so I wrap my free hand around her waist, supporting her weight.

"I love you, sweet thing. Let go and come for me so I can fill you up," I say, just as her pussy grips me tightly. She cries out and her legs buckle, but I keep going, refusing to let her fall as she climaxes so hard that the pressure almost forces my cock right out. I fight against it, waiting until her muscles have stopped contracting before I finally let myself come, shooting my load inside her with a loud growl. It goes on forever, and I revel in the feeling of filling the woman I love with this part of me, that'll one day hopefully create another life. The thought triggers an aftershock so intense that I come again, almost dropping us both to the floor where we stand.

Fuck.

I pull out, watching as a mixture of our pleasure falls between our feet before lifting Monroe into my arms and carrying her to the bathroom. As dead as I feel, and as much as I'd love to slide right into bed with her, we made a mess and I can't let her go to sleep without cleaning her first.

I walk into the shower, carefully sitting her on the bench and turning on the water, allowing it to warm completely. When it's at a comfortable temperature, I pull down the detachable head, using it to wash her body and hair as she leans back against the wall with a sleepy smile on her face. The permanent marker stays put, but it'll be a good reminder of who she is when she gets dressed tomorrow. When the words eventually fade, I'll continue to repeat them to her every day until she's sees what I see when she looks in the mirror.

When I'm done with her, I quickly wash myself before drying us both and carrying her to the bed. She's combative the entire way, complaining about how extra I'm being, but I don't give a fuck. I'm prepared to take care of her until my last breath—and that begins right here, right now.