Murphy(24)

“That’s right, baby. Who does this pussy belong to?” he asked.

Biting on her lip, Tate refused to say the words. Her body was her own. She couldn’t give it to him.

He rolled them over. She was on top of his body, and he slapped her ass. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“Myself,” she said, clenching her inner muscles around his shaft. She’d learned to do that on the dildo, and there was no way she was giving him the satisfaction of teaching her. No other man had touched her body, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of showing her stuff.

His hands gripped her hips, and he thrust deeper hitting her cervix, making her gasp. Closing her eyes, Tate tried to even out her breathing. The pleasure was too much verging on the point of pain. She didn’t know if she should make him stop or get him to ride her harder. All the feelings were conflicting inside her. Not one point helped her to focus

“You feel me deep, baby?”

Opening her eyes she stared into his dark gaze. His eyes were locked on hers.

“I get it. You won’t say the words, but I know the truth.” Murphy thrust his hips in a single jolt action. She caught hold of his abdomen to try to steady herself. “I love the way your tits bounce. So fucking beautiful.”

Murphy moved his grip from her hips going up to cup her breasts. She watched his dark, tanned hands touching her pale flesh. Not a flash of sunshine had seen her skin.

“Your cunt is so wet for me. I can feel you drowning my cock.”

He was getting way too vocal making it hard for her to keep him away.

Just sex. Just sex.

She could rant to herself all the time, Tate knew the truth. This between them was more than just sex.

Tate squealed as he pinched her nipples, hard.

“That’s right, Tate, squeeze my cock. I’ll make it hurt for you in such a good way.” He did the same to the other nipple and then pinched them together. Tate could only hold on to him. Her nipples were so sensitive that she lost all focus of keeping him out and away from her.

“Fuck, I need to taste you again.”

With strength she didn’t even know he possessed, Murphy lifted her off his cock and brought her directly over his mouth. She gasped, reaching for the headboard as she straddled his head, and he set to work inflaming the fire inside her. His tongue probed her heat, pushing in deep before sliding up to circle her clit. Murphy bit down on her clit, and she tried to pull away. He kept a hold of her hips, and no matter how many times she tried to tug away, he stilled her with his arms alone.

It wasn’t fair. She wanted to scream, curse, and not be affected by the pleasure he was creating with his mouth.

Suddenly, Tate gave up fighting him and the pleasure. Staring down at his dark penetrating gaze, she just stopped fighting him. There was no need to fight him. It was a waste of time and energy. She wanted this, and Tate would make sure it was the one and only time she let herself be with him like this.

Gripping the headboard with new determination she took control and started thrusting her hips, moving her pussy on his tongue.

He worked her clit, licking and sucking her nub into his mouth. Tate closed her eyes, groaned and let the orgasm ride through her body. She cried out, letting the screams fill the silence in the room. Her orgasm crashed through her, and she rode it loving every peak.

Finally, he eased her off him, and within seconds she was under him. His cock slammed deep inside her, cutting off any other thought but the feelings he was creating within her body.

His chin was coated with her arousal, and his gaze blazed with passion.

“I’m going to spend hours licking your cunt. I don’t want you wearing any panties. I want easy access.”

She didn’t dispute his statement. There was no need to cause an argument with him fucking her. Murphy would fight her decision, and that was fine. She’d been vulnerable to him once before, and she wouldn’t let that happen ever again.

If he thought this would bring the old, trusting Tate back then he was mistaken.

“Shut up, and fuck me.”

One of his arms went behind her neck as the other gripped her thigh, opening her up. “Give me your lips.”

Leaning up she took his lips tasting her cream. Plunging her tongue into his mouth, Tate kissed him with a passion that surprised her.

Murphy claimed her hard, each stroke going deeper than the other. His cock was long, thick, and embedded to the hilt inside her. He was that deep it was on the verge of pain. She took every inch of him, loving every second that the pain turned into the most desirable pleasure.

He didn’t look away from her through the entire time he was inside her. Murphy’s gaze was on her at all times. She felt possessed by him, owned by him, and there was nothing for her to do other than be claimed.