Free Murphy (The Skulls) by Sam Crescent

pulled away glaring up at him. “How many women have tasted you on their lips?”
    Knowing his answer would piss her off, he kept it to himself. She took his cock back, and for several minutes he watched her working his length. Her saliva coated his shaft, and the suction was amazing.
    He really wanted to know the answer , but he wasn’t going to get it tonight.
    Tugging on her hair, he pulled her away from his cock. “Get on the bed. Spread your thighs.”
    She climbed on the bed , and he admired the curves of her ass. He wanted to fuck her there as well.
    Tying his hair with a band on his wrist, he climbed on the bed settling between her thighs.
    “What are you doing?” she asked.
    Smiling, Murphy got his answer. No man had touched or known this body. There was no way for a woman who knew the touch of a man between her thighs to be hesitant. Tate was hesitant, and he felt like one smug bastard. He knew there couldn’t have been another man. She never gave herself easily. The way she’d sucked his cock had made him jealous. No other man was going to feel how amazing her lips were. The only cock she’d be sucking was his.
    “I’m going to show this pussy some much needed attention. ” He squeezed her thighs, watching her stomach quiver as he blew on the tiny thatch of hair covering her pussy. “I see the salon visits have come to an end. You’ll start them back up when we get home.”
    “Fuck you. This is all you’re getting from me,” Tate said.
    He’d see about that. If she thought he was going to be satisfied with one night with her then she was plain fucking stupid.
    Murphy silenced her when he splayed open the lips of her sex. Her clit was swollen, peeking up at him, begging to be sucked. Mouth watering at the sight before him, he inhaled her musky feminine scent. He’d not gone down on a woman for so long. Tate would be his first woman in a long time.
    Running a single finger through her cream soaked slit, Murphy watched her cry out. She was going to be blown away by his tongue.
    “Your dildo has nothing on me, baby. It can’t give you the kinds of pleasure I can.”
    Tate glared at him. Her fiery gaze went straight to his cock.
    “My dildo doesn’t talk back.”
    Smiling, Murphy disappeared between her thighs, licking around her clit down to press inside her open pussy. She cried out. The sound filled every sense, and out of the corner of his eye he saw her hand fist the sheets beside her body. Her toes curled around, and her hips jerked, smashing her cunt onto his tongue.
    “Fuck,” she said, whimpering.
    “Zero to the fake cock, and one to me.”
    “Shut the fuck up.” She growled at him.
    His response was to suck her clit into his mouth watching her collapse onto the bed. Biting on the hard nub, he sawed his teeth together. It wouldn’t hurt but create enough sensation between pain and pleasure. She wouldn’t know how to handle what he was doing to her body.
    Slamming two fingers into her cunt, he coated them with her juice and brought them back to press against her anus.
    She pulled away, shaking her head. “I don’t think so,” she said.
    “Baby, you’ve been answering all my questions with your responses. Now come here and let me lick your juicy cunt.”
    “You’re not touching my ass.”
    “Tate, soon I’ll be fucking your ass , and you’ll be begging for me to go deeper, harder than ever before.” Pushing her down to the bed, Murphy dived between her thighs, slurping everything she had to offer him. He didn’t touch her ass straight away. Murphy licked, sucked, and bit down on her pussy sucking her wet lips and clit into his mouth. She thrashed on the bed, and he had no choice but to hold her steady with hands on her hips to finish sucking her flesh.
    Her body was so sensitive to his touch.
    He heard her curse, crying out for him to give her an orgasm.
    “Does my baby need me to stop?” Murphy asked, leaning away.
    She was soaking wet , and the sight filled him with