Free Murphy (The Skulls) by Sam Crescent Page A

pride. After everything going on between them, he still owned Tate’s body. He hoped to regain her heart and trust. They would take a hell of a lot longer.
    “No, I need you to make me come. The night’s not getting any younger,” Tate said, screaming at him.
    Rearing back on the bed, Murphy grabbed his cock and brought the tip to her entrance. Before he could stop himself, he slammed deep inside her tight heat. Tate cried out, gripping his arms as he groaned. She was tight, burning hot, and so fucking perfect. Her new name would be his sweet perfection. There was no way she should feel so amazing. Sex was sex, and within one thrust, he was addicted to the feel, smell, and taste of Tate.
    They were both panting for breath. Staring down at his woman, Murphy felt a deep possessive feeling claw at him. Tate was his woman. Yes, he’d fucked up, but he wasn’t going to give her chance to push him away.
    “I see my cock shuts you the fuck up.” Leaning down, he kissed her lips forcing her to taste her pussy on his lips.
    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 cock 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 fuck you all night long without coming at all.”
    “You bastard.”
    “I always get what I want, Tate.”
    “Your cock is better, but I prefer my dildo. It doesn’t talk back.”
    He left her snug pussy to attack her clit with his tongue. Murphy didn’t let up. He felt like he was competing with a piece of fucking 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 pussy 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 climax.
    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.
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    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 cock 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 hips feeding his cock 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