Page 40 of One Kill

Murph digs his fingertips into my hips and I wince a little at the pain in my bruised ribs as I arch my back to take more of him.

Lifting my leg, Murphy flips me over, a step now digging into my back as he continues to pound into me, hard and fast and desperate. He bends his neck and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, biting at the end of it before bringing his face back to mine and doing the same thing to my bottom lip. We’re all teeth and tongues and roaming hands as another orgasm rips through me. Murphy continues to fuck me through the aftershocks, another bigOquickly building when he brings a hand between us and pushes his thumb against my clit.

The pain from the step against my back combined with my healing injuries from the other night are all aiding in making my orgasm stronger. Pain doesn’t scare me, it excites me.

“Harder. Fuck, yes!” My words are breathy pants, but I need more, I need it all.

His thrusts become erratic and I know he’s close, his grunts and groans getting louder with my own. I feel my eyes roll into the back of my head as another orgasm shoots through every inch of me and I scream out, Murphy quickly joining me with a shout of his own as he thrusts hard once, twice, three times before he stills.

We’re both breathing heavily, our sweaty foreheads pressed together as we take each other in.

I shift slightly, needing to move, wincing again at the pain in my side as I sit forward and he moves back.

“Fuck, sorry. Did I hurt you, Jaybear?” The heat in his gaze turns to concern and his eyes scan the length of me. The graze on my shoulder, the bruise along my ribs, and a combination of both across my hip and thigh, all visible and things that someone else would cry over. But for me, they’re just war wounds I’d rather have than being dead. I’m grateful for every scar, bruise, and cut I’ve ever had because they mean I’m alive and able to enjoy this moment with Murphy.

I smile at him, shaking my head. “No, Murph. I’m good.”

He mirrors my action, letting out a huff of a laugh as he stands to his full height and holds a hand out for me to take. I’m eye level with his thick cock again, which looks about ready to go once more, but instead of tasting him, I kiss the tip and take his offered palm.

I know we need to talk, to figure out how to make this all work, but for now, I’m content to just enjoy this beautiful man who adores all of me with everything he has to offer that isn’t reserved for our daughter. This man who has grown into everything he promised he would when we were kids, who fathered my child, who gives the best orgasms.

Orgasms from randos and while on jobs just aren’t the same as this gorgeous man leading me back down the stairs and into the kitchen. I want to run again, to play with him, to experience the thrill of being with him in all the ways, but I can also smell something delicious coming from the oven. I’m torn between offering myself up with my legs spread wide or demanding a piece of the lasagna Murph’s now pulling out and placing on the countertop.

“Thought you’d need to be fed more than just my cock.” He winks as he washes his hands in the sink then grabs a knife and slices through the lasagna before pulling out two plates, serving a piece up onto each.

He’s still completely naked and I have to laugh. “What if all I want is your cock? Hmm?”

Murph spins to face me, knife in hand, and I swear my pussy is begging to get some action at the thought of him bringing it closer to my own naked skin. “Then you’ll be disappointed, Jaybear. Sit.” He gestures to one of the stools and places a plate in front of me. “Eat.”

Shrugging, I sit, the stool cool against my naked ass, and I inhale the deliciousness that is his cooking. Smells just like the way my mom used to make it.

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” I love food almost as much as I love orgasms.

His gentle smile warms my insides as he sits beside me with his own plate, stabbing some lasagna onto his fork and holding it up to my lips.

Okay, so I see how this is going to go…

I open wide, slowly closing my lips around the fork and sliding the food off into my mouth. Eating has never been so fucking hot, our naked bodies so close yet so far from the other. Then I take a forkful from my own plate and offer it up to him, our gazes connected the entire time. It’s quiet and intimate and we take our time, the occasional nipple tweak or breast squeeze making sure my stool will be soaked by the time I stand up.

The dull vibrations of a phone going off ruin the moment and Murph rolls his eyes, leaning forward and kissing me so softly before standing and reaching for his cell. It’s by the oven and at a constant state of buzzing at this point.

“That’ll probably be Hal. No one else calls me at this time of night… well, except you now.” He smirks at me as he lifts his phone to answer it without really looking at the screen.

At the same time, the shrill alarm of my cell catches my attention from the hall by the front door—where I stripped before getting thoroughly fucked. Standing from the stool, I leave the kitchen to go and grab my new phone, annoyed that I didn’t have the foresight to turn the volume down, but also knowing that I’d never do that because I’m literally always on call.

I pull my cell from my jeans pocket and pause when I see the message flashing there from “unknown” again.

Unknown:They have her.

My heart sinks into my stomach and I think I might be sick, but I refuse to allow myself to jump to conclusions. That is until I hear Murphy’s cry of desperation as he yells, “No!”

My hands shake with adrenaline and fear as I type a reply.

Me:If you touch a hair on her head, I’ll scalp you myself.

The reply is almost instant.

Unknown:Not me. They. I’ll text you if I get a hit.

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