14. Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Thirteen
Blyth
T he mattress bounces as we fall on it, but all I can think about is getting this dress off as quickly as possible. It’s too tight, and the material creates an uncomfortable friction on my now aching nipples.
There’re just too many damn clothes between us, and I can’t take it. I rip my dress over my head, allowing my breasts to bounce freely, and I welcome his appreciative groan before Murphy captures a nipple between his lips. He lashes the tender bud with his tongue, and the sensation goes straight to my clit. If he doesn’t get inside me soon, I might just die.
My hands coast over his body, and a disgruntled whine leaves my lips when I find miles and miles of fabric. Too many damn clothes! The buttons of Murphy’s shirt pop under my rough yanking and fly across the room to ping off various surfaces.
“Naughty girl,” he rasps, snapping off my panties with a single tug. It burns against my sensitive skin, quickly heightening my desire.
Fuck, I need him so bad.
“Punish me with your cock,” I joke, fighting with the button on his pants. His body shakes above me, and I glance up to see if he’s having some kind of seizure. But no—the grump is laughing. A true, genuine smile takes over his face, and it’s like seeing the sun for the first time. A deep, rich sound breaks free and I can’t help but get swept away by it.
“Woman. That was next-level cheese. Porn star stuff. Even worse than when you called me sailor.”
“You know you love it,” I say, nipping his shoulder as I win my tug of war with his pants, and his thick cock pops free. It slaps against his toned abs, and I wrap my legs around his waist.
“You’re fucking amazing,” he says, looking deep into my eyes. Time and space slip away to nothing until it’s just the two of us. No past, no future, just now.
Pressing his lips against mine, he seals our fate, and I tumble, falling hard.
The crinkle of a condom wrapper is music to my ears, and finally, his tip nudges my entrance. My pussy floods, ready to welcome his girth, but then he pauses.
“Please,” I beg, knowing this could be the last time. I spread my legs wider and lift my hips, pushing him in an inch. The stretch is incredible, and chills break out over my body. My pussy flutters around him, eager for more.
“Look at me,” he demands, and I gulp before meeting his eyes. His pupils are completely blown, eyes nearly black with desire.
“You’re mine,” he growls, snapping his hips and empaling me in a single thrust. I gasp at the sudden intrusion and rise to meet him. My breasts bounce with every wet slap of our bodies, and I reach up to cup them, thumbing my nipples to add to the sensations firing through me.
“Murphy,” I gasp, unable to make a coherent thought when he lifts my legs higher, bending me nearly in two. The new angle allows him even deeper. His thick cock rubs against my walls, hitting that special spot deep inside me that had my pussy flooding.
“You’re so tight. So perfect.” His praise sends me soaring, and when he slips his fingers over my clit, rubbing in gentle circles, I lose it. An orgasm crashes through me. Wave after wave of pleasure lights up my nerves, and my cries and moans bounce around the room.
But he’s not done yet.
Sweat trickles down Murphy’s face, a drop rolling off his chin, and I open my mouth, wanting to catch it on my tongue. It’s salty—just like him—and I savor the taste.
“You’re going to give me another. Want this pussy to milk every drop.” He presses harder on my clit, pulling out completely before driving back in with such force that it takes my breath away. He moans, throwing his head back, and his hair comes out of its bun, tangling around his face. The ecstasy in his eyes is nearly enough to get me there again.
But then he slips one finger inside me to join his cock, then another. They press hard on my upper wall before curling against that sweet spot.
In. Out. In. Out. Faster. Harder.
My legs shake and my body becomes tingly, alive with sensation, awash with pleasure. It builds until I’m fit to burst.
I try to hold in, afraid I’m about to break apart at the seams. Every roll of his hips brings me closer to shattering.
“Come for me, Blyth. Squirt all over my cock.” His fingers curve, hitting that spot at the same time as he presses down hard on my clit.
Screaming, I lose all control of my body, drenching him in my juices as my vision whites out. He erupts inside me, following me right over the edge as we come simultaneously.
Both broken, only whole when we’re together.
My body shakes from the intensity, and tears well in my eyes.
This can’t be the end.
“That was incredible,” he pants, releasing my legs but staying deep inside. Murphy twists until I’m lying on top of him, cradled to his chest like a cherished keepsake. His hands rub my back in soothing circles, and although it’s on the tip of my tongue to beg him for more time, I can’t seem to form the words.
It’s been a long day, and as my heart rate slows, the need for sleep wins out, causing my eyelids to flutter shut.