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“Murphy,” I gasped.
“More?”
“Please.”
“You’re going to come all over my hand, and then I’m going to bury my dick so deep inside we won’t be able to tell where you end and I begin.”
My arms moved around his shoulders, and my hips moved with his hand. “Yes,” I moaned. I wanted all of that and anything else Murphy would give me.
His fingers moved fast, my orgasm rushing over me. His hand left my nipple and delved into my hair. His lips assaulted mine, mimicking the swirls and licks his fingers were doing. “Mine,” he growled against my lips. “You’ve always been mine.”
“Yes,” I cried out, my orgasm washing over me like a rogue wave, covering me and taking my breath away.
“Good girl,” Murphy whispered. His hand left my pussy, and he got on his knees between my legs. I watched in a haze as he worked his pants off and tossed them on the floor. He finished pulling my pants off, and they joined his on the floor.
“Spread wide for me, baby girl,” he ordered.
I spread my legs and waited.
Murphy hesitated, his eyes running over my body before him.
“I’m yours,” I whispered. He wasn’t touching me, but I felt him all over me.
His eyes heated with lust, and he slowly moved over me. He wrapped his hand around my throat and squeezed gently. “My baby girl,” he whispered. His hand moved down, trailing his fingertips between my breasts, down my stomach. “Mine.”
Murphy was the only one for me. I couldn’t deny it.
“I need you, Murphy,” I pleaded. His hands had made me come, but now I needed all of him.
His body moved over mine, and he pushed into me like we were puzzle pieces made for each other.
“Yes,” I breathed into his ear.
My hips moved with his thrusts, taking him deep and needing more. My knees lifted, his thrusts hitting deeper.
God, this felt good. Murphy felt good.
My hands glided down his back, and I trailed my nails back up.
I lifted my hips and wrapped my legs around him.
His thrusts quickened, and a growl rumbled from his lips.
“Faster, faster,” I pleaded. “I’m close.” It had been so long since I felt Murphy, and it was too much. I couldn’t handle it.
My orgasm washed over me again, and Murphy followed behind. His deep, guttural groans urged me on. I dug my heels into his back and arched into him. “Yes,” I shouted. His weight bore down on me while he tried to catch his breath.
“Fucking hell,” he gasped. Sweat beaded on his brow, and his breathing slowed. “Mine.” He whispered it like a vow.
He shifted some of his weight onto his forearm and rolled to the side. He tucked me to his side, and I laid my head on his chest.
“I missed that,” he whispered.
I nodded and pressed a kiss to his skin. “So good.”
He reached out, grabbed the blanket's corner, and pulled it over us.
“Everything okay?” I asked. I knew I was great, but I guess I needed to hear it from Murphy.
