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Matty taunted him with his body language, and I’m sure if I was closer and could hear what he was saying, biting words as well.

Chris took the bait and lunged. Matty sidestepped the cop and pulled the man to the ground. Rolling him beneath him, he pinned his opponent quickly, but Rogers managed to wrestle free.

They grappled on the mat for a bit, and Matty once again got the better of Rogers. To my surprise, I saw that the cop, in an attempt to throw off his more skilled opponent, made to knee Matty in the groin.

The men around me booed at the low blow. Matty deflected but had to roll to the side to do it and therefore sacrificed his advantage.

Both men quickly got to their feet and began throwing punches. Because it was an exhibition match, they’d donned thick gloves—about half the size of what boxers wore—to absorb some of the sting of the blow. However, I was certain when Matty’s right hook met Chris’s chin, it hurt far more than the arrogant cop would have liked. Gloves or not.

Rogers stumbled back but quickly rallied. He struck out and managed to clip Matty’s shoulder even though my man had rocked back on the balls of his feet mostly out of reach.

Flagging in stamina, Rogers got desperate and took another cheap shot. This one at Matty’s kidneys. To the awe of the crowd, Matty dodged the blow and then followed up with two more of his own. The hits were so quick and clean, it took Chris’s brain a few seconds to even process what had happened.

Like the giant in the fabled Jack and the Beanstalk tale, Rogers stumbled backward, then toppled to the ground with a startling thud. The crowd was silent for a full second, then absolutely melted down with a roar of excitement. The referee came forward, raised his arms, and announced “Bishop Matthew Wilmont the winner of the fifth annual charity exhibition match”.

Jumping up and down, I screamed my man’s name and hollered right along with the out-of-control crowd. Matty pulled apart the ropes, climbed between them, then jumped onto the floor. Walking right up to me, he snagged me into his arms, tossed me over his shoulder, and carried me straight out of the arena.

Chapter 14

Evie

Matty kicked open the door to the locker room, setting me on my feet in front of one of the sinks. He didn’t give me a chance to speak. Instead, he literally attacked my mouth with his.

Our tongues warred with one another before I pulled back and held my hand against his chest. I had to tell him something. And if I didn’t say it now, I was going to chicken out and never be able to tell him.

“I love you,” I confessed, needing him to hear it as we looked deep into one another’s eyes.

I’d been afraid to love him because of the way I’d grown up. But, after tonight, I wasn’t living in fear anymore. I was taking what I wanted, when I wanted it, and never looking back.

Matty cupped my head with the palm of his hand and said, “I love you, too, Evie. You’re everything I could have ever hoped for and never deserved.”

My heart bloomed at his words. Feeling as though I couldn’t wait for one more second to have him inside of me, we crashed back into one another like turbulent waves onto the shore. Our lips slanted over one another’s mouths with a desperation that could only be quenched by physical contact.

Matty suddenly spun me about and I braced my hands against the porcelain of the sink. His fingers found my waistband and tugged it down below my ass.

Spreading my legs for him, I caught his aqua eyes in the mirror and begged him to, “Fuck me hard.”

Matty obliged, tugging down his shorts and kicking apart my thighs even further. Spitting into his hand, he rubbed it onto the head of his cock and pressed it against my tight slit before slamming himself inside.

Pumping so forcefully that I had to counteract his thrust with an outstretched hand against the mirror, Matty grunted behind me. “Fuck, you’re already so wet, Babe! Your pussy loves swallowing my cock. I think she also likes watching me fight.”

“It’s all yours, Babe,” I told him, reaching between our legs and fondling his balls between my fingers. “Get her as dirty as you want.”

Slapping my ass hard, he said, “Yeah, you want me to come inside of you?”

“Yes!” I growled, pushing back against him with equal force.

“Then show me how bad you want my come by coating my dick with yours first!” he challenged.

Between the dirty talk, his spanking, and the speed of his thrusts, I was almost there. Reaching for my clit now, I began to roughly work the overstimulated bud with my slippery fingers.

“I’m almost there,” I told him, my muscles feeling like they were drawn tighter than a bow string.

“Does my dirty girl need another spanking to come?” he questioned, his strong fingers biting into my hips as he pounded away inside of me.

“Yes,” I mewed in response, driving my hips backward against him and relishing the sloppy, wet sound we made together.

Matty accommodated my desire by giving me several more hard spanks in a row. “I want to watch you come in the mirror, Babe. I need to feel you squeezing my dick with that greedy little pussy of yours.”

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