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Murphy (The Skulls #2) Page 17
Author: Sam Crescent

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 c**k 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 f**k you all night long without coming at all.”

“You bastard.”

“I always get what I want, Tate.”

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

He left her snug pu**y to attack her cl*t with his tongue. Murphy didn’t let up. He felt like he was competing with a piece of f**king 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 pu**y 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 cl**ax.

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 c**k 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 h*ps feeding his c**k 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 c**k through her slit. His c**k was slick, and the wet sounds filled the air between them. Her cheeks heated at the noise.

Was she a sick f**k 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.

“That’s right, baby. Who does this pu**y 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 h*ps in a single jolt action. She caught hold of his abdomen to try to steady herself. “I love the way your tits bounce. So f**king beautiful.”

Murphy moved his grip from her h*ps going up to cup her br**sts. 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 ni**les, 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 ni**les were so sensitive that she lost all focus of keeping him out and away from her.

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