It Wasn't Me (KPD Motorcycle Patrol 2)

And when it finally hit me, I came all over his face.

I cried out and rode his tongue like I’d done it a hundred times before.

It wasn’t until I was coming down from my orgasm that I realized what I’d done and remembered to be embarrassed and cautious.

Thinking to pull away, I went to move.

But he stopped me, pulling me back down to his tongue.

“Nuh-uh.” He shook his head, still licking me. “I want to lick up your release.”

My face flamed and I unclenched my fingers.

When I did, his head went back to the bed, but my hips came down as he pulled me closer.

And he was true to his words.

He didn’t stop until I was cleaned of my release, and I was once again throbbing for him.

“Delicious,” he said, his eyes meeting mine.

When he finally released my hips, I scrambled off of him.

But I didn’t get far.

I made it to my feet between his splayed thighs before he caught me.

He was once again sitting on the bed, only this time, I found myself facing away from him and staring at the wall.

Or, more accurately, the mirror that I used to get dressed in front of this morning. It was floor to ceiling and the entire width of the bed. I could clearly see everything that there was to see.

The way my legs were splayed. I could see the way his cock poked out between my splayed legs.

I could also see that my nipples were insanely hard, and my thighs were wet with desire.

“Widen your legs, then straddle my waist. Fold your knees up behind you next to my hips and sit down,” he ordered.

I followed his instructions, watching the way my legs spread wide on each side of his hips. All the while he kept his big hands on my hips to keep me steady.

“Sit down,” he said. “Lower yourself onto my cock.”

He watched me watch us in the mirror, his eyes trained on where we were almost joined.

I lowered myself down, inch by inch, heart pounding.

I wasn’t sure what this feeling was.

Glee. Excitement. Possibly both.

I didn’t know.

What I did know was that I was on the verge of coming and the man wasn’t even inside of me yet. Hell, all he was doing at this point was kissing my entrance.

The shivering was there, and he clenched my hips with his big hands and said, “Shhh, baby. Lower yourself down.”

I looked away from where we were almost joined and caught his eyes with mine.

He wasn’t staring at where we were joined anymore. He was staring directly into my eyes, practically willing me to take him.

He could’ve helped me. He could have pushed my hips down and urged me to take him.

Yet he was letting me lead. For now, anyway.

I lowered myself down and felt his cock head breach my entrance.

I hadn’t realized until right then that I was sore.

Sore enough that when he started to slide in, a slight wince crossed over my features and he stilled my hips.

“You okay?”

His worried words had me grinning.

“Seems like I’m a little sore,” I admitted, then wiggled my hips. “But it’s nothing that I can’t handle.”

He grinned and loosened his grip on my hips, allowing me to continue my progress of falling down his shaft.

This time, I looked back at the show we were putting on.

“If I were more crazy, I’d ask you to record this,” I whispered, pulling him out this time instead of sinking back down.

He growled when I once again barely had his cock inside of me.

This time when I went back down, I took at least half of him in before following the same course. Up and down. Up and down. I repeated it over and over again until finally I had all of him inside of me.

“God, you fit me so perfect,” he growled, pushing my legs wider with his.

I took everything in.

His cock split me so wide that it almost looked indecent. The skin around my entrance looked like it was stretched painfully, but all I really felt was an intense fullness.

Then there were the juices that were running down his shaft to gather at the base of his cock and leak down his balls. Balls that were resting on the red sheets.

His testicles were a slightly darker shade than the rest of him, and I couldn’t stop myself from reaching down and gathering them into my hand.

He growled when my hand met them.

I gently swirled them around in my hand, fondling them for a few long seconds before I once again started to ride him.

The way he had my thighs splayed so wide made it hard, so he began helping me by lifting me by the hips.

Only he was pulling me down harder than I was taking him before on my own, and each time that he pulled me into the saddle of his hips, his cock got just a little bit deeper.