He reached out, grabbed a hold of her dress over her belly and pulled her against him. Running his fingers through her hair, he cupped her head and descended upon her lips. He kissed her fully, holding her tight as she struggled only momentarily. Then she kissed him back and climbed his body.
Murphy lifted her up and placed her
on the kitchen island. He shoved the bodice of her strapless dress down, exposing her braless breasts to his hands. Cupping them, he pulled the nipples, and thrust his cock against her. She pulled from his mouth and ran her fingers through his hair.
They were breathing heavy as he lowered his mouth to her breast.
“Damn it, Murphy,” she scolded him while he sucked as much of her right breast into his mouth as he could and sucked hard. She moaned, gripped his head, and thrust her hips forward. Releasing her breast, pulling lightly on her nipple with his teeth, he stared up at her.
“You’re in for a hell of a spanking tonight.”
“Spanking?” she asked, sounding shocked. But with her lips red and swollen from their hot kiss and her nipples hard as pebbles, he knew she was aroused by the prospect.
“Hell yeah.” He bent down, lifted her up over his shoulder, and carried her to the bedroom.
“Put me down. You’re crazy, Murphy.”
“They don’t call him Mad Dog for nothing, Amelia,” Ricky teased.
By the time he climbed the stairs, he had maneuvered his fingers under her panties and straight up into her wet cunt.
“You’re so wet woman. So fucking wet for your spanking.”
He pulled his fingers from her cunt. Amelia moaned as he slowly lowered her to the bed. He peeled the dress down her body and off of her. He reached for the panties and she pretended to move back on her elbows, as if escaping.
He grabbed her ankle, pulled her back, then pulled off her panties. “No fucking games, Amelia. You’re my woman. I am your man. Get it through your thick skull.”
She flipped onto her belly to scramble up the bed. “You’re crazy. I am so not allowing you to do that to me.”
“I don’t recall any of us asking for permission,” Brody said. Murphy smiled as he pulled Amelia lower on the bed. His brothers were stripping out of their clothes.
Murphy ran the palms of his hands up and down her ass cheeks.
“Murphy?” Amelia practically moaned, and he pulled her down to the edge of the bed then lowered to his knees.
He pressed his fingers up into her pussy and she moaned aloud.
“So fucking wet. I might not need that lube, Ricky.” Murphy leaned forward and licked her cunt where his fingers stroked her.
“Oh God. Oh God, I’m coming.” She moaned. He sucked her clit hard and Amelia screamed her first release.
“Give me that.” Murphy took the tube of lube from Ricky. He squeezed some out then lifted her by her hips, so that she was on all fours.
He pressed a finger full into her anus.
“Oh. My. God,” she said.
“Offer me your ass, Amelia. Offer it to all of us, who love you and are in charge of you.”
She wiggled her hips, and Brody lay on his belly next to her and pressed a finger to her pussy.
“Brody, please. Oh please do something.”
Murphy smacked her ass and she jerked downward.
“She is so fucking wet, Mad Dog. Go in. You’re good to go,” Brody said then thrust fingers up into her.
“With pleasure.” He pulled his fingers from her ass and gave her cheeks three consecutive smacks.