Murphy(26)

“Not yet.” He took her hand away from her body. Lifting the chocolate sauce from the floor he dribbled some onto her body. He created a path from her navel all the way up to her breasts.

Dipping his head, he licked the sauce from her body.

“You’re turning me into a candy stick,” she said.

“No.” He drizzled some chocolate sauce onto his cock. “This is a candy stick.” He presented his covered shaft to her lips. “Lick it clean.”

She opened her lips, accepting him as he sank into her mouth. Her tongue licked the sauce from his cock, and she moaned as she did.

He grabbed the cream and did the same with her breasts, coating them and sucking them off in between covering his shaft and feeding it to her.

Every now and again, he felt her stroking over the tattoo of her name. She didn’t say a word about it.

When the taste of chocolate sauce and cream was too much for him, he took her hand and led her toward the chair in front of the mirror along the wardrobe.

He sat down and brought her down on his lap.

“What are you doing?” she asked. Her gaze didn’t glance at their reflections. She looked at him over her shoulder.

“Look at yourself,” he said.

He moved her thighs to the outside of his legs, and he opened her wide. Staring in the mirror, Murphy saw her red, swollen flesh clearly. She was amazing. He caressed two fingers through her silken slit, feeling her tense in his arms.

“I don’t need to look in a mirror,” she said.

“I don’t care what you need or don’t need. I’m telling you to look in the mirror, or I won’t let you come again for a long time.”

Murphy released her pussy, placing his hand on her thigh.

She glared at him. “You’re not playing fair.”

“I don’t play fair. This is how I roll, baby. I get what I want by doing everything but playing fair.”

Tate rolled her eyes. It was a battle of wills, and Murphy knew how to win. He stroked her thigh without going near where she wanted him to touch.

Soon her gaze wondered over to the mirror. He traced the tattoo going up and around her side and waist. It was a beautiful design, and he wished he’d been with her when she had it done.

He wondered if her father knew. Tiny would go ballistic if he knew. The guy was old fashioned like that.

“Why am I looking at us?” she asked.

“I want you to watch me play with you.” He dipped down, sinking a finger inside her core.

“I’m not some kind of doll to be played with.” She growled at him, and he laughed.

“You’re my toy to play with. I promise you’ll be screaming my name in a good way very soon.” He pressed a thumb to her clit and stared at his hand in the mirror. Two fingers were inside her body, and his thumb stroked from side to side. “I’m going to fuck you very soon, but before I do, you’re going to tell me who you belong to.”

He wasn’t letting up this time. Murphy had already had one orgasm, and he could wait a hell of a lot longer for a second.

With his free hand, he cupped her breast, thumbing the nipple of one breast. Leaving her breast, he moved her hair off her neck and kissed her. He nibbled on her neck, going round to her collar bone.

She whimpered in response.

Going along the back of her neck, he moved her hair to the other side to give her neck on the opposite side the same attention.

“All you’ve got to do is say the words.” When she was close to climaxing, he withdrew his hand, letting her calm down before touching her again.

“Not fair. Not fair. Not fair,” she said.

“You know who I am, Tate. I’ll take everything you can fire at me, but at the end of the day, I won’t be going anywhere. You can think this is going to be our one and only time, but you’re very much mistaken. This is our first time of many. You can push me away, curse me, hit me, even deny me everything. You and I both know you belong to me, and you have done since prom night. I laid claim to you then, and I’ll keep doing it for a long time to come. There’s no getting away from me. I’m here to stay, and you’re going to have to accept that.”

He turned her head and claimed her lips with his own. She moaned, whimpering against his mouth. Murphy didn’t stop. Plunging his tongue in deep, he fucked her mouth like he was going to fuck her cunt.

There was no letting up. He’d made up his mind. Tate was going to fight him every step of the way when they got back to Fort Wills, and he was going to fight back. He looked forward to showing her how much he loved her.

When she was eighteen, she’d promised to love him, to be there for him. It was time for Tate to realize she should never make that kind of promise to him lightly.