Slowly, he pulled the denim from her legs, revealing each flawless inch of her tan skin to his gaze. He devoured her with his eyes, reaching for her panties as soon as he had her jeans on the ground beside him. As he grabbed hold of the edge, Nessa tensed.
His eyes shot to hers, waiting for her to tell him she’d changed her mind. She exhaled and then lifted her hips in encouragement, placing a hand on his shoulder to keep her balance.
Murphy’s eyes moved back to her legs, and as he peeled away the last barrier between him and her tempting cunt, he swallowed thickly, overcome by a sudden onslaught of his own nerves.
It had been over a decade since he’d gone down on a female, and he didn’t want to mess this up. Hopefully, his enthusiasm was enough for her to overlook whatever shortcomings he had in this department.
We’ll just have to make sure we practice often, he reassured himself, staring hungrily at the neatly trimmed dusting of black hair between her thighs. He cupped her, gently at first, her heat seeping into his palm. His middle finger slid over her damp slit in a teasing stroke.
She felt like heaven, and he’d barely touched her.
“Is this okay?” His finger slid over her wet cunt, his touch light, when all he wanted to do was sink it inside her, to feel her spasm around him. His cock throbbed painfully in agreement, so hard he was surprised it didn’t punch through the zipper to break free.
“Yes,” Nessa told him, her grip tightening on his right shoulder and her voice shaky.
Anticipation making his mouth water, Murphy found her entrance, more juices coating his finger. “You’re so damned wet, Nessa,” he growled appreciatively.
With his free hand, he lifted her leg, settling it over his left shoulder and stretching her pretty cunt open for him. He used his fingers to spread her open further, the nectar dripping from her center tempting him closer, to lap up every drop of her slick until he’d gorged himself on her.
“You’re fucking perfect, little mate,” he praised, meaning every word.
He pushed his finger inside her, sinking two knuckles deep. Immediately, her body tightened, her inner walls locking around his finger in a chokehold as liquid dripped onto his hand.
Fuck, if she was this tight when they eventually had sex, he’d cum within ten seconds.
Five if she moaned his name.
Two if she called him ‘Alpha.’
“Murphy,” Nessa whimpered, arching her back ever so slightly. His finger sank in all the way, and a needy expression crossed her face, causing precum to seep from his cockhead. “Please,” she begged. “I need you.”
A deep, animalistic growl exploded from Murphy’s chest, and as his lust swelled, Nessa’s plea ringing in his ears, he bent his head and feasted.
Chapter 24
Were they really doing this?
Holy shit.
They werereallydoing this.
Dizzy with desire, Nessa grabbed onto the edge of the couch, staring down at Murphy with awe.
He kneeled in front of her, one of her legs draped over his shoulder. One of his hands gripped her waist while the other slid a thick finger inside her, his palm cupping her pussy.
He was touching her, and she wasn’t scared at all. She wasn’t even nervous. All she felt was pure, all-consuming need, a yearning for Murphy that ran so deep, she didn’t think it would ever ease.
She didn’t know if she’d ever wanted anything as much as she did right now. She was desperate for his touch, anxious for himto bring her fully back to life after years of living such a hollow existence. She’d starved herself of this for too long, and now she was ravenous.
Murphy’s gaze blazed an inferno over her lower body. It settled on where he’d buried his finger with such an intensity her core spasmed, eager to please him. She arched into his hand, and his finger slid in deeper, only to stop abruptly, tormenting her.
She shivered, a small moan sticking in her throat.
“Murphy,” Nessa whimpered, squirming against the couch, frantic for him to move. To do something before she lost her mind. “Please. I need you.”
His eyes trailed up, finding hers. The irises flickered, a mixture of gold and brown, before returning to normal. Slowly, he pulled his finger out of her, keeping her gaze locked with his as he lowered his head.
Warm breath fanned over her center. She gasped, unable to do anything but watch as Murphy slid his tongue between her slick folds, licking upwards toward her clit, his stubble adding to the sensations coursing through her.
