Murphy (The Skulls)

by Crescent, Sam

  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 cock through her slit. His cock was slick, and the wet sounds filled the air between them. Her cheeks heated at the noise.

  Was she a sick fuck 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 pussy 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 hips in a single jolt action. She caught hold of his abdomen to try to steady herself. “I love the way your tits bounce. So fucking beautiful.”

  Murphy moved his grip from her hips going up to cup her breasts. 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 nipples, 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 nipples were so sensitive that she lost all focus of keeping him out and away from her.

  “Fuck, I need to taste you again.”

  With strength she didn’t even know he possessed, Murphy lifted her off his cock 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 pussy 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 cock 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 fucking 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 fuck 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 cock 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 porn 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 breasts. 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 fucked 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 cock 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 pussy 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 clit until he was hard enough to fuck. “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 cock 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 pussy 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 fucking 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.

  “Touch your tits and twist your nipples to give you the bite of pain you need,” he said.

  Gripping his erect flesh, he watched her follow his orders touching her body.

  She moaned, and her legs fell open wider. Her cunt was weeping with arousal.

  Licking his lips, Murphy waited for her as she stroked down her body and finally landed between her spread thighs. Her fingers opened the lips of her pussy, and another finger slid inside her tight heat.

  He watched her finger fuck herself, and he loved it.

  His little ex-virgin was a passionate woman. Murphy saw it in her responses and the way she gave herself over to the pleasure.

  “Oh, please, Dillon, fuck me again,” she said, groaning as she did.

  “Not yet.” He took her hand away from her body. Lifting the chocolate sauce from the floor he dribbled some onto her body. He created a path from her navel all the way up to her breasts.

  Dipping his head, he licked the sauce from her body.

  “You’re turning me into a candy stick,” she said.

  “No.” He drizzled some chocolate sauce onto his cock. “This is a candy stick.” He presented his covered shaft to her lips. “Lick it clean.”

  She opened her lips, accepting him as he sank into her mouth. Her tongue licked the sauce from his cock, and she moaned as she did.

  He grabbed the cream and did the same with her breasts, coating them and sucking them off in between covering his shaft and feeding it to her.

  Every now and again, he felt her stroking over the tattoo of her name. She didn’t say a word about it.

  When the taste of chocolate sauce and cream was too much for him, he took her hand and led her toward the chair in front of the mirror along the wardrobe.

  He sat down and brought her down on his lap.

  “What are you doing?” she asked. Her gaze didn’t glance at their reflections. She looked at him over her shoulder.

  “Look at yourself,” he said.

  He moved her thighs to the outside of his legs, and he opened her wide. Staring in the mirror, Murphy saw her red, swollen flesh clearly. She was amazing. He caressed two fingers through her silken slit, feeling her tense in his arms.

  “I don’t need to look in a mirror,” she said.

  “I don’t care what you need or don’t need. I’m telling you to look in the mirror, or I won’t let you come again for a long time.”

  Murphy released her pussy, placing his hand on her thigh.

  She glared at him. “You’re not playing fair.”

  “I don’t play fair. This is how I roll, baby. I get what I want by doing everything but playing fair.”

  Tate rolled her eyes. It was a battle of wills, and Murphy knew how to win. He stroked her thigh without going near where she wanted him to touch.

  Soon her gaze wondered over to the mirror. He traced the tattoo going up and around her side and waist. It was a beautiful design, and he wished he’d been with her when she had it done.

  He wondered if her father knew. Tiny would go ballistic if he knew. The guy was old fashioned like that.

  “Why am I looking at us?” she asked.

  “I want you to watch me play with you.” He dipped down, sinking a finger inside her core.

  “I’m not some kind of doll to be played with.” She growled at him, and he laughed.

  “You’re my toy to play with. I promise you’ll be screaming my name in a good way very soon.” He pressed a thumb to her clit and stared at his hand in the mirror. Two fingers were inside her body, and his thumb stroked from side to side. “I’m going to fuck you very soon, but before I do, you’re going to tell me who you belong to.”

  He wasn’t letting up this time. Murphy had already had one orgasm, and he could wait a hell of a lot longer for a second.

  With his free hand, he cupped her breast, thumbing the nipple of one breast. Leaving her breast, he moved her hair off her neck and kissed her. He nibbled on her neck, going round to her collar bone.

  She whimpered in response.

  Going along the back of her neck, he moved her hair to the other side to give her neck on the opposite side the same attention.

  “All you’ve got to do is say the words.” When she was close to climaxing, he withdrew his hand, letting her calm down before touching her again.

  “Not fair. Not fair. Not fair,” she said.

  “You know who I am, Tate. I’ll take everything you can fire at me, but at the end of the day, I won’t be going anywhere. You can think this is going to be our one and only time, but you’re very much mistaken. This is our first time of many. You can push me away, curse me, hit me, even deny me everything. You and I both know you belong to me, and you have done since prom night. I laid claim to you then, and I’ll keep doing it for a long time to come. There’s no getting away from me. I’m here to stay, and you’re going to have to accept that.”

  He turned her head and claimed her lips with his own. She moaned, whimpering against his mouth. Murphy didn’t stop. Plunging his tongue in deep, he fucked her mouth like he was going to fuck her cunt.

  There was no letting up. He’d made up his mind. Tate was going to fight him every step of the way when they got back to Fort Wills, and he was going to fight back. He looked forward to showing her how much he loved her.

  When she was eighteen, she’d promised to love him, to be there for him. It was time for Tate to realize she should never make that kind of promise to him lightly.

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bsp; “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.