He groaned, the sound deep and primal. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he licked her again, the tip of his tongue teasing that tiny bundle of nerves.
Nessa jerked her hips as pleasure exploded through her, her womb clenching as tingles slid over her skin.
With a savage growl, Murphy slipped his hands under her, grabbing her ass as he positioned her other leg over his shoulder. He lifted her until her back pressed hard into the back of the couch, angling her just how he wanted.
And then he drove his tongue into her pussy, spearing her. Greedy, dominating strokes that had her hips instinctively rocking against his face.
“Oh shit,” Nessa whined, throwing her head back as he lapped at her pussy, sliding his tongue over every inch of her. Fervently, he caressed her, making another guttural sound as more slick dripped from her center. He licked it up enthusiastically, eating her out like she was his last meal on Earth.
Her heart beat hard, her breaths coming in small, uncoordinated pants. She might have even gone cross-eyed, but she wasn’t sure; it was too difficult to focus on anything but the delicious sensation of Murphy’s devious tongue.
Maybe I should focus on my breathing before my heart gives out,she thought in a daze, only for a long, strangled moan to pass her lips.
Murphy lifted his head, his expression so hungry that she was tempted to grab the back of his head and shove his face back between her thighs, just to help him out. “How do you feel, little mate? You’re okay?”
Before she could answer, his head dipped down again. He found her clit and sucked, sending bolts of pleasure exploding through her core.
“I—” Nessa choked, the words turning into a strangled cry as he sucked harder, applying a firm pressure that left her reeling. Her body felt too hot, a flush starting at her face and working all the way down to her toes.
“Do you like this, Nessa?” Murphy asked, releasing her clit before giving it another lick.
A finger returned to her pussy, slipping back inside, and she released a small, keening wail. He pumped it into her, his tongue dancing over her small bundle of nerves until her legs shook. The heels of her feet dug into his upper back, pulling him closer. She needed him to keep going.
If he stopped, she might just die from sheer disappointment. How had she gone so long without this? She’d deprived herself for years, letting fear hold her back.
In a way, she’d waited for Murphy, and she couldn’t be upset about that. Especially when he was so skilled with his tongue. How long had he said he’d gone without sex? A decade? She almost couldn’t believe it, if not for the fact he attacked her vagina like a starving man.
“Nessa,” Murphy said, nipping her clit. She startled in his arms, gasping hard. He smirked, kissing away the sting. “Answer the question, little mate. Do you like this?”
Likeit? She freaking loved it!
“Mm.” That was all she could muster. Her brain was foggy, too strung out on her growing desire to think clearly.
His tongue swirled over her, and her pussy clenched around the finger still pumping inside of her, desperately seeking relief. He added another, stretching her as he began a sensual rhythm, a pressure building in her core that she hadn’t felt in years. Curling his fingers inside her, he stroked her G-spot, and she bucked into his hand, a shocked cry leaving her throat.
“Fuck, you’re so responsive, Nessa. I love it.” His teeth grazed over her inner thigh. “Are you ready to orgasm?”
“Y-Yes, Murphy, please.”
His fingers picked up a torturous motion, pounding into her as his thumb moved to her clit, rubbing over it in smooth, steady circles. Needing something to cling to, she grabbed his forearms, the sensation of the fabric of his sweater pulling her slightly from her lust-filled haze.
She didn’t want his clothes in the way—she wanted to feel him. Needed his skin pressed against hers, even if she was still wearing her shirt too.
“Murphy—”
“I’m your Alpha right now, Nessa,” Murphy growled, leaning over her as he fucked her deeper, harder, until she knew her slick had to be drenching his hand. That thought only made her hotter, made that pressure in her womb amplify until she feltlike she was dangling on the edge of a precipice, ready to free-fall into another dimension. “You’ll call me that when I’m inside you. Do you understand?”
Oh, god.
Her pussy spasmed in response, her orgasm rising up and drawing near. Murphy closed the distance between them, plastering his body over hers, and stretching her legs until her knees touched her chest, her ankles resting on his shoulders.
He kissed her, his tongue sliding past her lips. She tasted herself on him, a shudder wracking down her frame. Burying her hands in his hair, she returned his kiss fiercely, moaning into his mouth as his strokes took on a frantic edge. Wet, sucking sounds filled her ears with each push of his hand, but she was too delirious with pleasure to feel even slightly embarrassed by the noises he elicited from her body.
“Tell me, Nes,” Murphy murmured, pulling away from her mouth to nuzzle her cheek with his nose. His warm breath fanned her face, adding to the heat encompassing her. “Tell me you understand.”
“I understand,” she began hesitantly, sending him a shy look from between her lashes. “Alpha.”
Murphy’s eyes blazed molten gold, and a deep, feral growl built in his chest. He slammed his mouth over hers, plunging his fingers into her over and over. She wailed around his tongue, her legs slipping from his shoulders and dangling over his forearms. The muscles in her thighs trembled, her toes curling as her orgasm became a tsunami building inside her.
