“I’m yours, I belong to you, only you,” she said.
Murphy stroked her clit and sank three fingers into her pussy. He brought her to orgasm within seconds, and he watched her climax in the mirror. Her cunt tightened around his fingers, soaking them with her cream. He didn’t mind her wet heat.
When she was finished, he lifted her off his lap, aligned his cock to her entrance and slammed inside bringing her back onto his lap again.
“Watch us together, Tate. See what you do to me.” In the mirror it was clear to see his cock inside her body. “Nothing else has been inside you apart from a fake rubber cock. I’m not fake, baby. I’m warm, hard, male, and I’m not letting you use anything else to be inside you again. This is all mine.”
“Yes!”
He fucked her hard, bending her in front and riding her deep from behind. Murphy slapped her ass and pressed a finger into her ass, stretching her out. He was going to take her ass very soon.
She screamed, crying out, and she gripped him tight. Closing his eyes, Murphy let out a roar as he jerked inside her, climaxing for a second time. Her body shook under his. Caressing her back, Murphy didn’t want to leave the welcoming warmth of her body.
“I can’t move,” she said. Her voice shook.
Withdrawing from her body, he picked her up in his arms. He was too exhausted for a shower and dropped them both to the bed.
“Shouldn’t we wash first?” she asked.
“Tomorrow, we can worry about everything else tomorrow.” Murphy settled in beside her, rubbing her stomach as he got comfortable.
The silence stretched between them. “We’ve got to talk properly about what happened,” he said, broaching the subject that was still between them. She tensed in his arms, shutting him out.
“There’s nothing to talk about,” she said, obviously bluffing him.
“We both know that’s not the case. You can’t keep doing this to me, Tate.”
She rolled over, looking him in the eye. “I’ve just fucked you twice, Murphy. Twice I let you inside my body when I promised myself I’d never let you near me. I’m not doing anything. Just back off with everything else, and don’t spoil tonight.” She turned away, settling down in the bed.
“Fine. I’ll let it drop for tonight, but tomorrow we’re talking about this, whether you like it or not.”
“Fine!” she said, getting the last word in.
Holding her close, Murphy listened to her even breathing and waited for her to fall asleep before he drifted into sleep himself.
****
Tate opened her eyes and stared at the wall opposite the bed. Murphy’s arm was banded around her waist making it difficult to move. Looking up at the clock she saw it was a little after six. She glanced behind her to see him deep in sleep. Her past experience with him let her know he was so deep in sleep he wouldn’t easily wake.
Wiggling out from under his arm, Tate made her way off the bed, replacing her frame with several pillows for him to hold. Without looking at him, she made her way into the bathroom. She did her business quickly and knew she didn’t have time to shower or anything else.
Her body was sticky from the sauce and cream last time. Pouting, she left the room and grabbed some clothes from the wardrobe being as careful as possible. When he didn’t make a sound she tip-toed out of the hotel room. At the same time she closed her door she heard two more doors closing.
Kelsey and Eva were coming out of two separate rooms. Her friend looked a little dazed while Eva appeared to be in the same condition as Tate. Had her father taken Eva last night?
Eva glanced up at her and then quickly averted her gaze. Well holy crap. All three women headed to the elevator at the same time. None spoke until the doors closed.
“I didn’t do anything with Killer. He sat up most of the night watching porn. He barely spoke to me,” Kelsey said, tucking some hair behind her ear.
“I fucked Murphy,” Tate said, breaking through the small silence that had settled since Kelsey spoke. Eva glanced at her.
“Are you all right?” Eva asked.
“You slept with my father. It’s gross, disgusting, but I know you love him. Does it change things between the two of you?”
The older woman laughed. “Changes things? No, it only highlights to me that I need to move on. Tiny is never going to let me in his life. He’s got the ghost of your mother, no offence. I’m not going to stick around for the aftermath of everything. You’re a grown woman, Tate. It’s time for me to move out and move on.”
They were not the words she’d been hoping to hear.
“Dad’s hard, Eva. You know this. Give him time.”