Murphy(23)

They were both panting for breath. Staring down at his woman, Murphy felt a deep possessive feeling claw at him. Tate was his woman. Yes, he’d fucked up, but he wasn’t going to give her chance to push him away.

“I see my cock shuts you the fuck up.” Leaning down, he kissed her lips forcing her to taste her pussy on his lips.

Pushing his tongue into her mouth, Murphy tried with all of his might to stop her from thinking about anything but the way he made her feel.

He lifted one thigh over his waist and then the other. “Tell me, baby, who’s better? The fake cock or me?”

He eased out of her only to thrust back inside. She cried out, pressing up to meet him.

“I’m not telling you.”

Her cunt squeezed him tighter than her mouth ever could.

“I won’t let you come until you answer me,” he said, warning her. “I can fuck you all night long without coming at all.”

“You bastard.”

“I always get what I want, Tate.”

“Your cock is better, but I prefer my dildo. It doesn’t talk back.”

He left her snug pussy to attack her clit with his tongue. Murphy didn’t let up. He felt like he was competing with a piece of fucking rubber. It was stupid of him, but he wanted her to be addicted to him.

Flicking her clit, he was relentless in his assault. Her orgasm was what he wanted to feel. Licking and sucking her into his mouth, Murphy pressed two fingers into her pussy and felt how close she was to orgasm.

“Come for me, baby,” he said, muttering the words against her nub.

Tate screamed as her orgasm gripped her. He kept on her clit, not letting up until he was satisfied. Her cream soaked his fingers making them nice and wet. Sliding them to her ass, he pressed on her anus. She gasped and moaned still in the throes of climax.

The tip of one finger slid into her ass, opening her up for him.

A taster was all he was giving her.

Releasing her body, he crawled up the bed and plunged back into her tight warmth.

****

This was a mistake. Tate should make him stop before it got any worse. No words came. She didn’t want him to stop, and yet she wanted him to at the same time. Her body pulsed all over from what he’d done with his lips, and now the hard, hot brand of his cock was deep inside her.

She was conflicted inside. Staring up at him, Tate swallowed down the lump in her throat. Fuck, she was still in love with him. Seeing him with all the layers taken away and the tattoo of her name made it hard for her to focus on hating him.

Don’t think. One night, only one night, remember that.

Giving herself an inner pep talk wasn’t helping at all. Closing her eyes, she lifted her hips feeding his cock deeper into her.

“Tate, baby, look at me. No more fighting me. I’ve got you, and I promise I’m not letting you go.”

“I promise you’ll always come first. The club means nothing to me unless I’ve got you. You’re my first, Tate.”

His past words penetrated her thoughts.

Covering his mouth with her fingers, Tate shook her head. “No, no promises to me. Not tonight.”

It looked like he was going to say something else, and she shook her head. “No!”

Why couldn’t he see how hurtful his words were? He spoke them easily, but she’d been living The Skulls life a lot longer than he had. She wasn’t a member, yet she’d learned to always be second best.

This was her first ever sexual experience, and he was ruining it.

“Please, stop and make this worth it,” she said. If her heart was going to be smashed to smithereens in the morning then she was going to spend the night enjoying it.

“You don’t think this is worth it?”

“I’m getting bored.”

She lifted her head and rested her hands underneath her head, smiling up at him. Testing him was always a pleasure.

“You can be a bitch when you want to be,” he said. He eased out of her, grabbing some pillows for her to rest behind. “Let’s see how you handle watching us together.”

Staring down at her exposed flesh, Tate watched him slide his cock through her slit. His cock was slick, and the wet sounds filled the air between them. Her cheeks heated at the noise.

Was she a sick fuck for wanting a man who cheated on her with many women?

Push thoughts away. Focus on the now.

When she wasn’t drawn into old memories the sex was amazing, but when they invaded her thoughts, it became hard to focus.

I’m still wet though.

“Watch my cock,” he said.

Keeping her gaze between her thighs she saw something so erotic she almost came from the sight alone. Her body opened up, and the thick length of his shaft slowly disappeared. While she watched him sink into her body, she felt him penetrate her cunt. It was the strangest thing to witness but the most pleasurable experience to feel.