My fingers grip the strap of his belt as my heart hammers against my chest. “Yes.”
The tip of his tongue slides along my pussy, and I whimper, then moan when he does it again. And again. I grind myself against his face, and could almost cry in frustration when he chuckles and stops. He pushes a finger inside me, in an inch, out, then in again, but deeper. I suck in a breath, nearly choking.
Eyes closed and body trembling, I’m barely breathing as he finger-fucks me.
“So damn tight. You’re going to strangle my dick with this pussy, aren’t you, darlin’.”
The thought of being stretched around his cock makes my muscles tighten around him.
Groaning, he drops a kiss on the inside of my thigh. “Let’s see about getting you ready for my cock.”
I don’t need to be readied. One thrust and he’d slide right in, my body welcoming every hard inch.
One finger transitions to two, the wet sounds of his motions and my whimpers filling the room. As he slowly stretches me open, the tip of his tongue traces my clit.
“Oh god!” I writhe. “I can’t be quiet, I can’t—” I let out a moan and bite my lip to keep from making a sound.
He picks up the pace, two thick digits fucking me faster as he gently sucks my clit into the warmth of his mouth.
I choke on my moan, grinding my pussy against his face as my orgasm tears into me, leaving me shaking.
I’m still struggling to breathe when Murph gives my clit one final kiss, pulls his fingers out of me, and slides up over me. With his hands on my hips and a bitten-off groan, he slowly pushes his cock into me.
“Ah, fuck!” With his head thrown back, his chest rises and falls with every small thrust.
I feel him throbbing, my body stretching to make room for him.
He gives me one last thrust, and as I’d known it would, my pussy invites him deeper, eagerly accepting the last inch he pushes into me.
He kisses me hard. Possessive. Then he breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against mine. His groan is so guttural, it lifts the hair from my neck. “So. Fucking.Sweet.” He pulls out and pushes in again, not stopping until we’re hip to hip.
Keeping my thighs spread wide and his breath hot against my neck, he starts fucking me. Slow. Deep. Then that one perfect roll that makes me gasp.
He pulls out of me so suddenly, I whimper.
But he’s not gone for long. He hooks my legs over his shoulders, lifts my hips off the bed, and slides back inside. This angle is…everything. With my arms above my head and him holding my thighs, he directs my every move towards him. I’mutterly powerless under him. Completely his to do whatever he wants to.
There’s something erotic in that. Something so arousing about it that my body is going up in flames far sooner than I thought it would.
“Murph,” I whimper.
“That’s it. Take it all,” he hisses, eyes locked on the point where we meet. “You feel what you’re doing to me, sweetheart?”
I do. He’s throbbing inside me, his sweat-dampened muscles straining as he works hard to keep to the same agonizingly slow, steady pace. And I feel that small muscle at the base of his cock beginning to swell. My breath catches, and my pussy flutters, my climax fast approaching.
He groans, throwing his head back as he thrusts harder into me, the wet sounds of sex, the meaty slap of flesh against flesh filling the room.
I twist my wrists, trapped but loving each second of being at his mercy. This is so much more than I thought it would be. “Harder,” I beg, writhing against him. “Please, I need?—”
His fingers tighten on my thighs, and he pounds into me, letting out deeper groans with each desperate thrust.
Increasingly loud moans spill from my lips. I bite my lips, try to swallow them down, but I can’t be quiet. “I’m gonna scream,” I warn frantically, “Murph, I can’t?—”
I can’t let Ben hear this.
He pulls out of me in one smooth motion and yanks at the belt wrapped around my wrists. The second I’m free from the restraints, he rolls me onto my knees, blanketing my body with his. With one hard thrust, he slides deep again. He growls into my ear, “Bite down on the pillow while I fuck you until you scream.”
I almost don’t hear him. My heart is pounding that loudly. The pillow is right under me, so I bend my face down to it.
