Murphy(21)

Pick the club and walk away from me.

Tate didn’t say the other words, but she thought them. Staring into his dark gaze she waited for him to still her movements. Holding her breath, she stared at him waiting.

Time seemed to stand still while she waited for him to speak.

He reached up, cupping her cheek with one hand as the other covered hers over his cock. “Harder,” he said.

Tightening her grip around his shaft, she worked him over as he pushed the jeans from his body.

“No past between us tonight.”

“Fine.”

Glancing down his body, she gasped as she caught sight of the slightly red skin around his abdomen. Her name was printed into his skin, and from the looks of it, he’d done it recently.

Not tonight. Don’t question it tonight.

Sex.

She pushed her curiosity away and looked up at him. Her experience with men was a big fat zero. A dildo did as she asked without any argument. Murphy wasn’t cold rubber. He was all male.

“When did you get the ink here?” he asked, pointing to the ivy decorating her hip and up under her breast. She’d gotten the ink when he’d left and she realized he wasn’t going to come back. The ink had been a split second decision when she’d caught him at the mall slobbering over another woman.

Tonight, only think about tonight.

No past.

“I got it when I was ready.”

He wanted to push for more. Covering his lips with a finger, she shushed him. Stepping away from him, she moved back until she found the bed.

Sitting down, she slid onto the bed, opening her legs. “Come and get me, Murphy.”

“No, Dillon. In this room, right now, you call me Dillon, not Murphy.”

“Okay, come and get me, Dillon.” She loved his real name. Licking her lips, she had an idea. Sucking two of her fingers into her mouth, she stared at him as she pressed them between her thighs, stroking her clit.

Moaning, she caressed down, stroking her wet fingers into her cunt.

“Dillon,” she said, gasping his name. She was so turned on. There was no way she’d survive the night without him fucking her. She needed a man.

He fisted his shaft, stepping closer.

Crying out, she was shocked as he gripped her ankle tugging her to the edge of the bed.

“We’re doing this my way. You’re not in charge, Tate. You’ll do as you’re told.” His fingers sank into her hair, cupping the back of her neck. “And you’re going to suck my cock, getting it nice and ready to claim your fucking cunt.”

His words were harsh, but she loved them. She loved everything about him, which is what made it so hard to settle with him. Being second best was not going to be part of her life.

“Open those sweet lips,” Murphy said.

She did as he asked, knowing there was only going to be pleasure in her submission to him.

He pushed the tip of his cock against her lips, brushing the head over her lips. Pre-cum coated her lips, and she licked them, swallowing him down.

Her arousal grew with the rough way he was tugging on her hair.

“So fucking dirty and perfect. I dreamt about this moment.”

His cock pushed in the first inch. “Wrap those fingers around my dick and feed it into your mouth.”

They were really doing this. Tate covered his cock with her fingers, waiting for his next instruction.

“Take more of me in this mouth. One night, baby, that’s what you’ve given me. Prepare to be awake all night. I’m not wasting any of it sleeping.” He slammed his cock deep, hitting the back of her throat. Before she could panic, he withdrew.

She knew in her heart it was going to be the best night of her life.





Chapter Five



Murphy felt her mouth relax letting him fuck her in smooth, hard strokes. When he hit the back of her throat, he pulled away, giving her time to breathe. He didn’t want her to fear him. Stroking her cheek, he watched his cock disappear into the warmth of her mouth.

Looking across the room he saw the mini fridge. Pulling out of her mouth, he went to the fridge. He opened it up, taking out several cubes of ice from the small freezer. Going back to Tate he found her fingering her clit. Shaking his head, he pulled her hand from between her thighs.

Her lips were soaked with her arousal. Bringing them to his lips, he sucked the cream from the digits. It was his first real taste of her cream.

“I’m going to feast on your pussy soon. You’re not coming until I say so.” Gripping her hair once again, he pressed the ice to her lips. “Open up and suck on it.”

She took the ice cube sucking on it. When she finished, Tate opened her mouth. He saw the cube was gone, and he fed his cock into her mouth. She moaned around his length.

Closing his eyes, Murphy counted to ten to try to contain his orgasm. Their first time together wasn’t going to be him climaxing like a randy teenage boy.