Page 29 of One Kill

He watches me take inch by delicious inch of his cock into my mouth, my tongue flat enough that I can make room for his thick dick as the head knocks at the back of my throat. We lock eyes, which is how I can read every emotion running through his features. It’s how I can see the possession that settles as I make a slight choking sound just for his pleasure. It’s why I don’t flinch when he’s suddenly sitting up straighter, his fingers clasped around my hair as he pushes me down, hard, forcing the filthy sounds out of me.

Murphy Gallagher is in complete control, directing this power play and turning the tables so that his pleasure becomes my pleasure, too. Pulling me away and off his cock, he traps me with my head angled up toward the ceiling, saliva coating my bottom lip and breaths coming in and out of my lungs in a staccato rhythm.

“I’ve never seen you on your knees, J. It suits you.” My lip curls on instinct, being in a submissive pose has never been on my wish-list but, for some reason I can’t explain, I don’t move. Murphy reads me, his eyes bouncing from one eye to the other, down to my mouth, and back up to my eyes, a satisfied grin on those delectable lips of his.

“Do you know what suits me better?” I let my tongue slide across my bottom lip, collecting all the leftover moisture from when his cock was fucking my mouth before sinking my teeth down and grinning.

“I can’t wait to hear it.”

“My pussy riding your dick.” His fingers tense around the loose strands of my hair, almost painfully, getting my attention instantly.

“Don’t be crude, J. You can’t kiss your daughter with a filthy mouth like that.” Without letting me go, he pulls us up to a standing position until we’re face to face. Nose to nose. Mouth to hungry mouth.

“Murphy Gallagher…” I cluck my tongue at him like he’s just disappointed me. “Nobody said anything about kissing our daughter.” Fighting against his hold, I welcome the pain as my lips feather touch his. “I’m talking about fucking.” Reaching down, I push two of my fingers into my pussy and make sure to coat them with my cum before bringing them up to our barely-touching mouths. “I’m talking about this.” With my drenched fingers smearing myself all over his lips, I grin at the animalistic growl that comes from deep in his throat.

Two seconds later, I’m thrown onto the bed, my panties ripped right off, and a cock buried so deep inside me it almost hurts.

“I am nothing but your servant.” And serve me well, he does.

For about one minute before he stops.

“What the fuck, Murphy?” My hips are seeking him out, forcing him to move his cock, to fuck me. To give me something.

“I changed my mind.”He did what now?

Pulling out, he has the gall to grin and wink at me before sliding down my body, spreading my legs and throwing them over his shoulders as his mouth molds to my cunt and his tongue fucks me like he owns me.

I forget all about my control issues or the need to dominate on any given day as he feasts on my body. With both of his hands grabbing onto my ass cheeks, he buries his face between my legs, eating his second dinner of the night, protein and all.

My hips are thrusting, seeking more of him, more of his oh-so-fucking-talented tongue. Wanting more, more lips and fingers and, goddammit, I want his dick inside me and I fucking want it now!

“I swear to Christ, Murphy, if you don’t fuck me right now, I’ll scream like a goddamn banshee.” I won’t. There’s no fucking way I’m traumatizing my kid with the unerasable image of her father’s face going to town on her mother.

Slowly, torturously so, he pulls away just enough to flick my clit then drags his tongue down my slit until he parts my lips again and laps up everything I’m giving him. “No need to scream, Jaybear. Come on my face and I’ll fuck any part of your body you want.”

Music. To. My. Fucking. Ears.

It’s like his words brought on the onslaught, giving me permission to let it all go. My hands fly up and behind my head, latching onto the headboard as my hips bounce off the mattress, seeking him out.

Humming inside me, he digs the pads of his fingers into the flesh of my ass and slurps—actually fucking slurps—up my cum just as my orgasm begins to burn through my veins and take over my entire system. For all I know, he’s suffocating down there, but my mind is too far gone to actually care. Just as my bigObegins to overwhelm me, I clamp a hand down onto my mouth and try my fucking hardest not to wake up the neighbors.

Truth be told, I don’t give a single flying fuck about the neighbors, I just don’t want to wake up Hallie.

“That’s my good girl.” Licking a path up my cunt, over my clit, and across the skin of my belly, he stops briefly on my tits and sucks them both into his mouth, moaning like he’s tasting some French delicacy as it comes out of the oven. When he reaches my mouth, his tongue demands entrance as his dick slides right into me and straight to the hilt.

We’re skin against sweaty skin, mouth against mouth, and our most intimate parts are finally reunited as though no time has passed.

I’ve had a lot of fucking men in my lifetime, but only one has ever been Murphy.

The frantic need is now gone and I’m only left with all of these fucking emotions. He’s not fucking me from behind and I’m not fucking him from the top. We’re eye to eye, equals in our need to pleasure each other, both eager to give something that has only ever belonged to the other.

“You taste better than I remembered. The fantasy of you pales in comparison to the reality of us.”

There’s nothing I can say that could possibly match his words. He’s the romantic, always has been, while I’m the pragmatic one. It works, I think. He says sweet words to me and I absorb them like a lovesick sponge.

Fucking me, slow and steady, he pulls out almost all the way before pushing back inside, hard and determined. His eyes never look anywhere else but at me. My eyes, my lips, my nose, my neck. We don’t speak—he’s said it all—we just take it all in, remember it all, get lost in the moment.

Then he bites his lip and his breathing gets erratic, his eyes become unfocused and his hips speed up just the tiniest bit. And I know. He’s about to come inside me. For the first time in thirteen years, Murphy Gallagher is going to come inside my pussy as a grown man.

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