Murphy

“Fuck, I need to taste you again.”

With strength she didn’t even know he possessed, Murphy lifted her off his c**k and brought her directly over his mouth. She gasped, reaching for the headboard as she straddled his head, and he set to work inflaming the fire inside her. His tongue probed her heat, pushing in deep before sliding up to circle her clit. Murphy bit down on her clit, and she tried to pull away. He kept a hold of her hips, and no matter how many times she tried to tug away, he stilled her with his arms alone.

It wasn’t fair. She wanted to scream, curse, and not be affected by the pleasure he was creating with his mouth.

Suddenly, Tate gave up fighting him and the pleasure. Staring down at his dark penetrating gaze, she just stopped fighting him. There was no need to fight him. It was a waste of time and energy. She wanted this, and Tate would make sure it was the one and only time she let herself be with him like this.

Gripping the headboard with new determination she took control and started thrusting her hips, moving her pu**y on his tongue.

He worked her clit, licking and sucking her nub into his mouth. Tate closed her eyes, groaned and let the orgasm ride through her body. She cried out, letting the screams fill the silence in the room. Her orgasm crashed through her, and she rode it loving every peak.

Finally, he eased her off him, and within seconds she was under him. His c**k slammed deep inside her, cutting off any other thought but the feelings he was creating within her body.

His chin was coated with her arousal, and his gaze blazed with passion.

“I’m going to spend hours licking your cunt. I don’t want you wearing any panties. I want easy access.”

She didn’t dispute his statement. There was no need to cause an argument with him f**king her. Murphy would fight her decision, and that was fine. She’d been vulnerable to him once before, and she wouldn’t let that happen ever again.

If he thought this would bring the old, trusting Tate back then he was mistaken.

“Shut up, and f**k me.”

One of his arms went behind her neck as the other gripped her thigh, opening her up. “Give me your lips.”

Leaning up she took his lips tasting her cream. Plunging her tongue into his mouth, Tate kissed him with a passion that surprised her.

Murphy claimed her hard, each stroke going deeper than the other. His c**k was long, thick, and embedded to the hilt inside her. He was that deep it was on the verge of pain. She took every inch of him, loving every second that the pain turned into the most desirable pleasure.

He didn’t look away from her through the entire time he was inside her. Murphy’s gaze was on her at all times. She felt possessed by him, owned by him, and there was nothing for her to do other than be claimed.

Ever since prom she’d spent many nights thinking about their first time together. This was by far better than anything she could have thought up. He truly was a magnificent man with his rock hard body and  p**n  star cock.

“You’re my world, Tate Johnson,” Murphy said. He reared back, plunging into her, rubbing over her g-spot. She didn’t anticipate another orgasm and cried out as he threw her into another orgasm. Tate heard him join her. She felt the pulse and the jet as he released inside her body.

His whole body tensed up, and his eyes closed. The growl that left his lips was the cutest, yet strangest, thing she’d ever heard. Throughout it all, her body tingled all over from the pleasure.

Breathing deeply, she stared up at him.

Slowly, he collapsed on top of her body, his head cushioned between her br**sts. The weight of him was uncomfortable, but she wasn’t going to force him to move.

Hesitantly, she reached up, stroking his damp long hair.

“You need a haircut,” she said, stroking the wet strands.

“I’ve just f**ked your brains out, and you’re thinking about a haircut?” He glanced up at her, smiling.

“I guess you didn’t do a good enough job.”

He reared up in the bed. His c**k was still deep inside her even though he was flaccid now and not hard. “Then I guess we have to rectify that. I can’t have you thinking about haircuts.”

Murphy wrapped her legs around his waist. She watched what he was doing. His fingers went to the lips of her sex, and he opened them.

“Look at that precious jewel,” he said.

She held her breath as he pressed his thumb to her clit. Her pu**y responded instantly. Tate tightened around his length.

He was already getting hard again.

“I’m young, baby, I’ve got a lot of years left inside me.”

Words failed her. What was she supposed to say to him?

He played with her cl*t until he was hard enough to f**k. “I think it’s time we made this a little interesting,” he said.

Tate groaned as he left her. She saw him look around the room and then find what he wanted. He disappeared from the room.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

Chapter Six

Murphy had wasted so much time already, and he had a lot to make up for. Grabbing the can of cream and the chocolate sauce from the fridge, he went back to find Tate lying on the bed. Her hands were caressing over her body as she stared up at the ceiling. Putting the food down silently on the floor he went and grabbed the chair, positioning it in front of the mirror.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

Turning toward her, he saw her sat up in bed with her hands on her lap.

“Touch yourself.” He folded his arms and stood at the bottom of the bed.

“Why should I do that?” She crawled toward him. Murphy didn’t know how it was possible, but his c**k got hard at the sight of her tits hanging down and her curves all on display for him.

“’Cause I told you to and afterwards I’ll make it worth your while.”

One of her eyebrows rose up at him.

“Okay, I’ll hold you to that,” she said.

“You won’t need to.”

She lay back on the bed with her pu**y directly facing him. Her saw her soaked flesh with their combined releases covering her. His seed was leaking out of her cunt, and another wave of possession slammed into him. Tate was his, and he wanted to mark her with his cum. He didn’t want her to move without some of his cum leaking out of her body. It was sick of him to think like that, but it was what he wanted.

No one else could ever love this woman the way he did. He’d risked his life to save her and done everything in his power to keep her safe. There was no way he was letting her go. He’d take every beating Tiny wanted to give him. The entire club could take turns f**king him over, and he’d accept it because at the end of it all, he’d have Tate. She’d be in his life, loving him, and that’s all he ever wanted from the first moment he saw her.