Page 42 of Wild Pitch

“I love you, Monroe Decker,” he says quietly. “And I’ll spend the rest of my life reminding you how fucking special you are.”

I spin toward him, barely able to hold the words inside for another second. “I love you too,” I breathe, crashing my lips to his. I hear the marker hit the floor before his hands come up to my face, holding me tightly as his tongue slides against mine. I pour every piece of myself into the kiss, hoping he can feel even an ounce of the gratitudeI have for him in this moment. He was right. This is my home. I belong with him.

When I got here, I pretended to hate this man. I made up a completely inaccurate persona of who I wanted him to be, so it would be easier not to fall for him when I had convinced myself he wasn’t part of my plan. But I fell anyway, and now I realize that I’m stronger with Riggs by my side. He doesn’t hold me back. He holds meup.I know I can achieve my biggest dreams with him cheering me on, believing with all my heart that he’ll never let me down.

The kiss becomes frantic, and a dull throb blooms to life between my thighs as I become so needy for him that I can barely think. I reach for his sweats, pulling them down and dropping to my knees as his hard cock bobs between us. He steps out of his pants and boxers, and I dive forward, desperate to get him to the back of my throat as fast as I can. I open as wide as my jaw will allow, wiggling my head from side to side in an attempt to take his full length and fighting my gag reflex as his head pushes roughly against it.

“That’s it, sweet thing,” he grits out. “Take my fucking cock.” He sounds like he’s on the verge of coming already, and it makes me feel exactly like the goddess he sees when he looks at me. He pushes in deeper, reaching down to wrap his hand around my throat as he fucks it.

“There’s that throat bulge,” he says. “I fucking love feeling you swallow me from the outside. You’re my sexy little cock slut, aren’t you?”

I try to nod, but the way he’s holding me prevents it.

“Be my polite girl and answer the question, Monroe. Are you my sexy little cock slut?”

“Mmhmm,” I mumble as best as I can, involuntarily constricting against him as I do.

“Fuck!” he yells, pulling himself from between my lips. I stare up from the floor, breathless as I wait for him to tell me what to do next. “As much as I want to obliterate that tiny little throat, I need to fill you. Stand up.”

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 toher 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. “Youaremy 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.”

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