She nodded, moaning into the sheets.
With her distracted, Murphy slammed the last few inches into her ass. Tate’s screams were muffled by the bed.
“That’s it. My cock is in your ass, Tate.”
He swirled a finger around her nub feeling her ass tighten around his cock.
“Please, move or do something. I can’t wait anymore,” she said.
Bringing her to orgasm first, Murphy wouldn’t find his own pleasure until he knew Tate was having a good time. Taking her ass was about their mutual pleasure, not him just getting his rocks off in a kinky kind of way.
“Come for me, Tate. Let me hear you scream.”
He pumped his hips gently, sensing her need for more. Murphy sensed how close she was to letting go. Gripping her hip, he worked his length out of her ass and then eased back inside. He took his thrusts slowly, working her ass to accept him.
“Tell me how it feels, baby,” he said.
“I feel so full. It burns and aches, and I don’t want it to stop. Everything is crashing together.”
Her head landed on the pillow cutting off her words.
Teasing her clit, Murphy gave up on drawing everything out. Tate needed to find her release, and he was going to give it to her.
Sinking into her ass, he felt her climax seconds before her screams rent the air letting him know she was climaxing. Rubbing her clit, he rode her ass hard finding his own release inside her hidden depths. He growled, joining her into bliss.
His fingers tightened on the hip he was holding as he pumped everything of himself into her ass.
Collapsing down beside her, he remained in her ass and simply held her in his arms.
She was panting for breath, like him. Murphy stroked her stomach, needing to touch a part of her in order to keep himself grounded.
“You’re making me addicted to your touch,” she said, snuggling in close.
“Is it working?” He kissed her neck, holding her tightly.
“I never thought I’d love being fucked in the ass, but yeah, it’s working.”
Tate covered her hands with his. “Daddy’s going to kick your ass tomorrow.”
He chuckled. “You’ve only just realized the consequences for your actions?” Biting down on her shoulder, Murphy let out a sigh. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. Even if you were drunk when you did it.”
“I wasn’t totally drunk. I just needed a little courage to get me to do it. After what Eva did, something needed to break the ice.”
“Yeah, I think Eva’s going to be paying for calling him crap in bed.” Murphy breathed in her scent.
“Stalker,” she said, slapping his hand.
“What?”
“You’re breathing in my scent. It’s creepy.”
Laughing, Murphy didn’t say a word. There were no words for how this woman made him feel. Tate meant everything to him, and he thought he’d lost her because of his actions. He wouldn’t change what happened as he’d become a spy in order to protect her. Everything else he’d change. There would never have been women. They’d pushed women at him and watched until he had no choice but to fuck them in front of the club. He’d hated every second of his time with The Lions.
She was the only person who got him through the dangerous times of his life. Pushing the hair off her face he looked down at her.
“I really do love you,” he said, looking at her.
Her face softened. “I love you, too.”
“Thank you for giving me another chance.”
“You’re growing soft,” she said, kissing his lips.
“No, I’m not soft. I’ll kill when I need to. You’ll be the only one to see me soft.”
Tate started to giggle as he tickled her body. She tried to push him away. Pulling out of her ass, Murphy picked her up in his arms. She squealed, holding onto him.
“Will you stop doing that?” she asked, clawing at his skin.
“We need to wash, and then we’re going to come back and sleep.”
****
Tate sat on Murphy’s bed, brushing out the tangles in her hair. She wore one of his shirts, and he was walking around the room butt naked. Her heart raced as she looked at him, strutting his stuff. The shower they’d taken together hadn’t been quick. Murphy started by washing her, and then he’d gone to his knees before her, lifted one leg onto the ledge and begun to lick her pussy.
“What are you looking for?” she asked, putting the brush down.
“Scissors. Hair’s fucking irritating me.”
Getting up from the bed, she walked into his bathroom and retrieved the scissors. “Bring a stool and come and sit.” She laid a towel on the floor then waited for him to come through. He carried one of the stools that were in his bedroom. Pointing to the floor, she ordered him where to put it. Tapping the seat she waited for him to sit.