Make Me (KPD Motorcycle Patrol 4)

She reminded me, though, when she wiggled her pussy against my hard cock.

My finger delved deeper, and I rubbed one knuckle against her wet pussy lips.

“Jesus,” she shivered. “Justice.”

Things went fast after that.

Very conscious of needing to be quiet since my parents were likely awake and drinking coffee in the next room—something I would most certainly not be sharing with Royal—I pulled her panties roughly to the side, yanked my boxer briefs down with the other hand until my cock popped free, and then lined it up with her entrance.

She helped me after that, sinking down slowly onto my cock, taking me in fully, until not an inch separated us.

She licked her lips, her eyes no longer sleepy.

I pulled her down then, loving the delicious feeling of her hot pussy wrapped so tightly around my cock.

I also enjoyed the rough rasp of her panties as they rubbed against the root of my dick.

The contrasting feelings were enough to have me on the verge of coming before I’d so much as taken any thrusts.

Royal’s braless breasts bounced up and down in her shirt as she started to slowly glide herself up and down my length, and I was enraptured for a long moment as I watched the wonders.

My hands came up and cupped each of the globes, my fingers pinching together to trap her hardened nipples between them.

The gasp that left her throat had me very aware of the noise we were making, so I pulled her down with my hold on her nipples.

“Kiss me,” I breathed. “Ride me and fuck me, but don’t let your lips leave mine.”

When she would’ve disobeyed, I pinched her nipples hard, causing her to squeak in surprise.

The opening of her mouth was all I needed to take advantage.

Sitting slightly up, I crushed my mouth to hers and swallowed all of her surprise.

We stayed like that as we fucked, writhing together for what felt like hours but only ended up being just a couple of minutes.

Needless to say, my control was not where it usually was.

Royal did things to me that I’d never felt with anybody else.

And when I felt her pussy start to ripple around me, I let myself go.

Hands fisting in her hair now, I thrust upward, taking her hard and deep—much deeper than I’d been letting her go on her own.

The difference was all she needed to come and come hard.

I kissed away her cries, luckily muffling them to nothing more than a whisper of sound.

And when I followed her, coming so hard and deep that I knew she’d be dripping cum for hours, I was already counting down the moments to when I could do it all over again.

I was just coming down from my orgasm, my eyesight returning to normal, when I heard my mom call out, “Do you want your eggs over easy or scrambled, Justice?”

I felt Royal stiffen above me.

“Over easy!” I called out.

She dropped her face into my neck and groaned.

Grinning, I sat up with her in my arms and followed the same route I’d taken the night before.

“Take a shower,” I said, pulling out of her.

Her panties fell back into place with a snap, and she looked down at my wet cock that was still dripping with our combined releases.

I knew the moment the thought—she wanted me again—crossed her mind.

Her eyes darkened, and she bit her lip.

Which caused me to laugh darkly.

“Take a shower,” I ordered again. “My mom. Eggs. She’ll never let you and me go again. Promise.”

Her mouth dropped open.

“What?” she gasped. “Your mom knew we did it the first time?”

Honestly? I had no idea.

And I really didn’t even care.

“No,” I hoped not, at least. “Take a shower. I’ll bring your bag in here. You have like five minutes.”

Royal’s eyes were wide. “I can’t even wash my hands and go to the bathroom in five minutes. Let alone take a shower and get dressed.”

I pulled her into me for a quick kiss, then set her away from me.

She blinked sleepily—God, she was cute—at me as she watched me clean off my cock then get dressed.

“Shower,” I sang.

She flipped the shower on with a flick of her wrists, then stepped inside while it was still slightly cold, eliciting a squeak of surprise from her mouth as she did.

Laughing at her cuteness, I walked out of the guest bedroom, right past my parents who were leaning over the kitchen island drinking their coffee, and headed straight for my old room.

Passing Lock in the hallway as he came out of the bathroom, I exchanged a ‘morning’ with him and kept moving.

I found her bag neatly tucked into the corner of the room.

Hell, the bed that she’d crawled out of in the middle of the night was even made.

Laughing at the absurdity of making her bed before she’d come my way, I headed back into my room, this time passing Lock and my parents drinking coffee, and gently set her shit down on the bed.