Tate wondered how he moved so fast. One moment she’d been dressed, and now she was waiting for his cock.
She watched him push his jeans to the floor and grip his c**k in one hand. Within seconds he was inside her. Tate moaned, feeling him stretch her inch by glorious inch as he sank to the hilt.
“That’s it, baby, squeeze my dick. Let me feel all of you.” He sucked on her nipple at the same time he gripped her ass, plunging inside. “So f**king tight. Perfect tits, perfect pu**y.”
“We need to stop,” she said, moaning.
“No, we’re doing this all the time. You’re not turning me away or pushing me away. We’re in this together, Tate.” He slammed into her, gripping her neck and claiming her lips.
He was everywhere. She held onto his jacket as he drew her away from the counter. Squealing, Tate held on. He shoved her against the fridge. “Been thinking about f**king you since I woke up. I was going to lick your sweet cunt until you came on my face, and then you went and spoilt the surprise by leaving. I’m going to have to make it up to you now.”
She shook her head. “No, this has to be the last time. We can’t keep doing this. I hate you.”
“You pu**y is dripping, Tate. You’re not hating me right now.”
“I am.” She hated the sound of her own voice. The bastard was right. Tate was holding him close not wanting to let go of him.
“Well, if this is what you feel like when you’re hating me, I can’t wait to see what you’re like when you’re loving me.”
He slammed his lips down on hers cutting off her retort. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Tate moaned. She held him close not wanting to let go.
“Fuck me,” she said, begging him. His jeans were around his ankles, but she didn’t care. All she cared about was how deep he could be inside her.
Pushing his leather jacket to the floor, she tore at his shirt until his tattooed chest was naked.
“That’s it, baby. Touch me.”
She scored his back with her nails as he f**ked her hard against the fridge. They were both panting, crying out for more.
He moved away from the fridge once again. Tate squealed, hating how easily he could move her. She was used to being too big for someone to pick up. Murphy must really be into the weights.
“Where are you going?” she asked, moaning as his c**k hit a spot right deep.
“Bedroom.”
Once inside he tossed her to the bed. His c**k left her pu**y. She sat up on the bed and watched him go to her drawers. Murphy opened the top drawer and pulled out her smallest dildo.
“What are you doing?” she asked, pushing hair out of her eyes.
“We’re going to have a little fun.”
He joined her back on the bed carrying some lube and her dildo.
“Suck it,” he said, presenting the tip of the dildo to her lips. Staring at him, she opened her mouth and sucked the c**k into her mouth.
She felt a spasm deep in her cunt as his eyes went a shade darker. “Fuck, so sexy.”
Smiling, she bobbed her head on the dildo loving the way his own c**k jerked in reaction. Tate moaned soaking the shaft with her saliva.
“Enough,” he said, tearing the length from her lips. He ran his fingers over her lips and smiled. “Such sinful lips. They look beautiful wrapped around my dick.”
Tate licked his fingers, teasing him some more.
“Not today. Got on your hands and knees and kneel.”
Rolling her eyes at his order she knelt on the bed presenting him with her ass. His hands went to her hips.
She cried out as with one harsh thrust, he slammed inside her, taking her by surprise with his possession.
“That’s right, baby. Feel who owns you.” For good measure he plunged into her three more times making her cry out. “My pu**y. My tits and my woman. You’re all mine,” Murphy said.
Yes.
Tate didn’t say the words aloud. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
Something cool worked at her anus. Gasping, Tate tried to pull away, but Murphy wouldn’t let her. With one grip on her hip, he held her in place as the thing at her ass opened her up.
“Take what I’m giving you,” he said.
“Don’t, Murphy.” Even as she spoke the words she moaned.
“You’ve never had a real c**k here, but I know this dildo was not for anything other than your ass. You better have cleaned them the last time you used them.”
Tate glared at him over her shoulder. “With boiling water, which is exactly what I’m going to do with your cock. You f**king whore.”
He growled and slapped her ass. “Be careful, baby. You’re threatening to turn me on.” Murphy slapped her ass again and again until she was begging him to stop. Throughout it all he’d worked the tip of the dildo into her ass.
She moaned, pushing back against him.
“There we go, baby. See, you like getting your ass f**ked. Take a deep breath, and push out for me.”
His sarcastic tone was going to get him killed very soon.
Murphy pressed the c**k into her ass, slamming his own c**k into her pu**y at the same time.
The burn along with the pleasure made for a heady combination. Closing her eyes, she dropped her head in her hands as he worked her body. Murphy knew exactly what to do to push her to the edge of pleasure without throwing her over into bliss.
The dildo in her ass worked in time with the c**k in her pu**y. Each one totally different from each other but designed to give her the exact same thing, release.
His hand moved from her hip to reach between her thighs. Two fingers teased her clit, drawing her need out further. She whimpered, begging him to stop.
“I want you to come, Tate. Let me feel you come around my cock.”
Biting down on her lip, Tate tried to hold off her orgasm, but it was too much. Murphy hurtled her over the edge into the most delicious ecstasy, one that she didn’t want to come down from.
She heard his growl of completion and felt it deep in her womb as his release left his cock, coating her.
He removed the dildo from her ass but left his c**k inside her as they collapsed to the bed. His arms circled her waist holding her close.
“You shouldn’t have come tonight,” Tate said.
“It’s not like you gave me much choice. You were gone this morning. I missed you.” He kissed her neck, and all she wanted to do was sink against him.
Letting out a sigh, Tate looked across her room at the plain white walls. “What happens in Vegas—”
“Shut the f**k up about that. Shit like that doesn’t work with us. Did you know Lash and Angel got married there this weekend?” Murphy asked.