Sinners are Winners (KPD Motorcycle Patrol 5)

“Careful.” He stilled my hips, breaking our eye contact to look down. “You’re gonna make me go off before I’m ready.”

I dropped my head and closed my eyes, concentrating on the way he felt inside of me.

My hand clenched on the faucet, and I bit my lip as I tried to adjust to his size.

He was big.

So. Freakin’. Big.

So much bigger than my first sexual encounter.

I had no idea that I could stretch as much as I was having to do to accommodate Lock’s length, but there I was, doing it and more.

His hand left my hip so that he could trail his fingers down the length of my spine.

“You okay?” he asked.

I nodded my head against the counter.

“Yes,” I told him. “I’d be oh, so much better if you’d move, though.”

He chuckled darkly.

“I’m trying not to come fast,” he told me bluntly. “I’ve had one other person bare, and that was when I was sixteen and losing my virginity. I want to savor this experience.”

I didn’t want to savor it.

Not at that moment in time.

“We can do it again,” I offered. “Just, please, God. Move.”

He moved his hand around to my front and trailed his fingers around the outer curve of my breast.

I lifted up so that he could get to my nipple, and he did exactly as I expected, latching onto the turgid peak and pinching it.

Gasping in surprise at the move, even though I’d expected it, I dropped my head so that I could stare at his fingers plucking my nipple.

My nipple was red and swollen, and he was pinching it so hard that his fingernails were turning white.

I bit my lip and watched his fingers dance and wondered what it would feel like if he’d do that to my clit.

Would I like it?

He pulled out of my sheath and slowly slid back inside, causing a moan to slip free past my lips.

“Yes,” I growled. “More.”

He gave me more. But slowly.

Too slow if you asked me.

But I had a feeling that Lock was too much the alpha male to ever be told what to do when it came to being in the bedroom. I would get what I got when it came to him and his cock, and I’d enjoy it.

He pulled out once more and was about to slide right back inside when we heard it.

“Hey, Saylor!” someone called. “Have you seen Lock?”

Lock froze, his cock half in, half out of my pussy.

Then, he was completely gone, taking my soon-to-be orgasm with him.

The door closed quietly, and I opened my eyes to look back and saw him twisting the lock.

“Saylor?”

That was when I realized it was the wedding planner.

What was her name again?

I turned around and looked at Lock who was standing there, long, thick and hard.

His chest was slicked with sweat, and I wanted nothing more than to run my mouth from nipple to nipple.

I licked my lips.

“Yeah?” I croaked.

“Oh, good,” she said. “Have you seen Lock?”

I swallowed hard and let go of the faucet, squeezing my hand a few times to get some blood flow back to it.

My ass hit the counter and I hopped up onto it, buck naked, and stared at Lock who was looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

Did he say something?

Did I say something?

Did I tell her where Lock was?

Why did she want him?

“Umm, yeah?” I paused. “What’s up?”

Nadine, the wedding planner’s name—at least I thought that might be her name—started babbling.

“The photographer wants to do a few more pictures with him and the groom, but we can’t find either one of them,” she said. “Hey, are you changing out of your dress?”

Did I leave my clothes out there?

No.

My dress was on the floor by my feet.

“Yes, I am,” I admitted, watching as Lock started to slowly stroke his cock.

I licked my lips and spread my thighs, giving him a better view.

What was I doing?

Holy shit, was I messed up in the head or something?

There he was masturbating while there was a woman on the other side of the door.

Granted, I didn’t know her all that well, and she was interrupting something, but still.

He walked slowly toward me.

I spread my thighs even wider.

Each step he took caused his heavy balls to sway, and his dick to bob.

His muscles rippled as well, and I didn’t know where to look.

Eventually I decided on his cock, because that was what I wanted most at that moment in time.

“I’m going to go ahead and do that, too,” she was saying. “Hey, do you know whose bag this is out here?”

“It’s mine,” I lied, knowing that it was Lock’s. “Can you put it by the bathroom door? I’m going to need it when I get done getting my dress off.”

“Oh, do you need help unzipping?” she asked, sounding closer.

I licked my lips and watched as his cock got so close to me that it was almost touching my heat.