33. Monroe

THIRTY-THREE

MONROE

I'm barely conscious as Riggs lifts his body from where he was pinning me down. Even if I didn't want this so badly, I'm not sure I'd be able to muster up the energy to get away. The pleasure from my orgasm is still somehow ebbing as I hear the sound of him tearing at his clothing behind me. My dress is bunched up around my stomach, along with the waistband of what's left of my underwear. He ripped them down the middle, leaving my used, dripping pussy on full display for him. My knees, elbows, hips, and cheek burn from where they were rubbing in the dirt, but the pain only makes me wetter as I anxiously await his next move.

When he told me to run, the adrenaline that coursed through my body sent every nerve ending into high alert. I had barely taken two steps before I felt my clit begin to throb with need. Half of me wanted to let him catch me easily, but the other half knew that we'd both come even harder if I forced him to hunt me like a true predator.

This is us. Perfect for each other in every way .

Strong hands grip my hips, pulling me to my knees and spreading my legs apart. I don't even have the energy to lift my head, so I focus on the cool dirt against my cheek, feeling its abrasive texture as it scratches my skin. My pulse races and my back heaves with my harsh inhales, but I feel safe and secure, fully aware that Riggs knows exactly what I need.

"Mine," he growls, right before I feel the flat of his tongue slide from my clit all the way back to my ass, gathering the wetness that soaks my skin before pushing inside the tight hole. I can't hold back the moan that tumbles out as he eats me like he's starving, stopping every now and then to spit everything that I'm giving him right back onto me. The sounds are obscene, and my toes curl at the thought of what we must look like from the outside. I'd give anything to be watching him from the shadows as he loses himself in this moment. I imagine every vein in his body bulging under his skin as his muscles flex. I can tell he's breathing just as hard as I am, each exhale coming out with a forced rumble that vibrates along my core as he licks and sucks.

I hear more rustling, and all my senses tune in to figure out what he's doing. When I hear the quiet click of what sounds to be a plastic cap, followed by something cold running down the crack of my ass, I clench my fingers into the dirt.

Oh, fuck.

"Your holes are my property, Monroe," he grits out. "It's time for me to finally feel this one."

I moan loudly. The thought of him pushing his huge cock into my ass is both terrifying and exciting. I've done anal before, and it's one of my favorite things, but I'll admit that his size has made me hesitant to ask for it up until now. I know I could tell him to stop and he would, but I want him to take it from me.

"Say you want it, whore," he whispers darkly into my ear as I feel one slick finger slip inside, slowly pumping in and out. I focus on the pleasure, attempting to regulate my breathing so I can answer him, but I'm at a loss for words when I feel more lube followed by a second finger. My eyes roll back and I feel my inner muscles accept him as he coaxes me open. The way he's twisting his hand around, pushing on every part of me, has me ready to explode right here.

"Don't go brainless on me yet," he says. "Answer the question. Do you want me to fuck your ass right here in this dirt like the filthy animal I know you are?" He slides his fingers all the way in, stilling when I'm completely stuffed, waiting for my reply.

"Y-yes," is all I can muster. I want him so badly I feel like I might cry.

"That's my perfect girl," he says quietly. "I'm not going to take it easy on you. You know how to make it stop." I nod, listening as he squeezes more lube onto himself and works it over his cock. Just the sound has me dripping with anticipation, panting like a dog in heat as I wait for him to finally take me. I feel his tip press against my hole, and I do everything I can to relax. We're both so slick, that when he does begin to push forward, his head slips in easily. He stills, heavy breaths leaving his body as if he's still restraining himself. But I don't want him to. I want everything. I want him fully unleashed for this.

Knowing that there's only one way to get him to move things to the next level, I push back as hard as I can, taking his entire length inside as I do. Pain radiates up my spine, but as I bear down on him, it turns to complete ecstasy for us both.

"Goddamn it. I can't wait to blow my load in your ass," he growls through clenched teeth, finally giving into his instincts and taking me the way I know he's wanted to all night. He wraps a hand around the back of my neck, holding my body in place as he pulls out and brutally thrusts into me. The stretch is a sweet relief as I finally allow myself to let go of every thought in my head and just exist. The sounds our bodies make as they come together are utterly pornographic, making my clit throb with the need to release.

As if he knows exactly what I'm feeling, Riggs grabs a chunk of my hair, lifting the upper part of my body from the ground and immediately sinking his teeth into my neck. His free hand wraps around my front, roughly massaging my swollen bundle of nerves as he continues fucking into me. I'm weightless, electricity flowing through every one of my limbs and gathering deep within me as I near a climax unlike any other. I push back into him, somehow needing to be filled even more as I finally tumble over the edge of my orgasm. My body tightens to the point of pain before it all releases, launching me into a freefall. I cry out, allowing myself to be consumed by the feeling until Riggs tightens his grip in my hair and stills behind me. He comes with a loud roar, only removing his teeth from my flesh to turn my head and plunge his tongue into my mouth. I allow him to control the kiss, my limp body hanging in his arms as he takes the last of what he needs from me.

Taking a few more slow and languid thrusts, he loosens his arm around my waist but doesn't let go as he runs his tongue along the bite marks he left behind. There's a slight sting, but it's quickly soothed away as he cares for me. I love the way he fucks me, but this is my favorite part. The part where I allow him to thank me in his own way for being exactly what he needs.

He carefully pulls out of my body, never letting me fall back into the dirt as he lifts me from the ground and pushes through a door I didn't see in the midst of my panic. It's camouflaged by the padding that covers the entire wall, so unless you know it's there, it doesn't stand out. I rest my head on his shoulder, fighting the urge to fall asleep as we make our way—both almost completely naked—down a quiet corridor. He leaves warm kisses along my forehead and hair the entire way, and I sigh contentedly at the feeling of his lips on my skin. We reach the end of the hallway, and he presses his finger to a pad that's installed next to a metal door, waiting for it to beep before he pushes through. When it closes, he sets me on my feet, and just by the sterile smell alone, I know we're in the empty showers of the locker room.

I open my eyes, looking around to find that the stall we're in is set up with our soaps and shampoos from home. He really went out of his way to plan this entire night, and my heart tightens in my chest because even though it's unconventional, this whole thing has been pretty romantic. That sounds ridiculous to say, but I wouldn't change it for the world.

We shower together, and as usual, Riggs refuses to let me wash myself. This is just one of the many ways that he shows his love for me. I allow him to do it because I know it means just as much to him as it does to me when he provides aftercare. It's an intense bonding experience for us both, and I love the way he places just as much importance on our interactions after sex as he does during.

Once I'm clean, he washes himself quickly before drying us both and helping me over to a padded bench. I sit down, still fighting my exhaustion as he pulls a leather duffel bag from his locker and takes out clean clothes before dressing me. I roll my eyes, attempting to do it myself, but he swats at my hand when I reach for my shirt, giving me a look that lets me know there's no way in hell that's happening.

When he's satisfied, he stands and dresses himself before reaching down and pulling me up into a hug. "Thank you," he says quietly, cupping my cheeks in his hands and lowering his mouth to mine.

"Thank you, " I reply against his lips, truly meaning it. This man is exceptional in so many ways, and I'm forever grateful that he refused to give up on us, even when I made it almost impossible for him to want to try.