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  He growled.

  “You have a dildo?” he wondered.

  I scoffed.

  “I have like five,” I admitted.

  And all of them did different things.

  One had a clitoral stimulator, while another was supposed to be for the G-spot. Another one had added length while one other had added girth.

  The last one, and my most favorite, had all of those things.

  Lock burst out laughing at my honesty.

  “I like that,” he said. “You being honest.”

  I felt my face flush again.

  I liked his praise.

  What I also liked was the feel of his cock against my skin.

  “Please,” I begged.

  I wanted him inside of me.

  I wanted him inside of me now.

  I was tired of waiting.

  Tired of a lot of things, actually.

  Everything but Lock.

  I hadn’t tired of thinking about him and his kiss over the last six months.

  Feeling his tongue inside my mouth.

  Feeling the way his hand had come up to cup my face, or the way my nipples felt when they grazed against his chest.

  “What are you thinking about so hard?” he asked.

  I opened my eyes to see his staring back at me in the mirror.

  “The kiss,” I told him. “How it felt having you inside of me.”

  His eyes went hot as he broke our gazes, dropping his eyes to my panties.

  “Gonna have something else of mine inside of you in just a few seconds,” he admitted, pulling my panties down.

  He pushed them until they reached mid-calf on me, then let gravity do the rest.

  Only, they stayed where they were, effectively making it to where I couldn’t open my legs any farther than they would allow.

  But neither Lock nor I cared all that much in that moment because his fingers were trailing down the length of my sex, and I was trying not to orgasm just from having him touch my labia.

  “I kind of like seeing hair down here,” he rumbled, stopping to pinch some of said hair between his fingers and tug.

  I gasped, pressing myself harder into the counter.

  He’d tugged right above my clit, causing the skin around it to shift with the movement.

  Jesus Christ, he hadn’t even touched me all that much yet, and I was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

  “I haven’t been able to get to my waxing lady lately,” I admitted. “Too much money.”

  He hummed something behind me that I couldn’t quite hear, then started to explore all over again.

  “Don’t shave it off on my account,” he said. “I really do like it. It’s sexy.”

  I’d never found genital hair sexy before, but now I did.

  Hearing that Lock liked it? I’d never get it ripped all the way off again.

  I tried to spread my legs wider once again, hoping to have him touch me where I most wanted him if he could just see it, but my panties once again hobbled me.

  I cursed and started to lean down to pull them off, but Lock stilled my movements with a well-placed hand directly in the middle of my back, holding me down.

  “Leave them,” he ordered. “I kind of like you at my mercy.”

  I left them.

  I also started to wiggle.

  My breasts were now cold from the marble underneath of me, as was half my belly.

  My lower half, though?

  Well, that was truly on fire.

  I could feel my wetness seeping out of me in anticipation, and the way Lock was trailing his fingers down and up, I knew it wouldn’t be long before he felt it.

  Then he pressed harder, causing my lips to part—both of them.

  I gasped when his fingers finally pressed against me fully, parting my sex lips and delving deep all in one swift move.

  “Jesus Christ,” he said, feeling my wetness and heat. “I could just slip right in.”

  He probably could have…maybe.

  From what I’d felt of his cock, he was pretty big.

  He may not slip in, but I’d definitely make it a whole hell of a lot easier for him.

  I was so focused on what I was feeling—his fingers teasing my entrance—that I didn’t realize he was going down to his knees.

  But he did.

  I had my eyes closed, and I was enjoying the way his fingers felt swirling in my wetness when all of a sudden, he pulled back.

  His hands went to either of my ass cheeks and pulled them apart, exposing me to the cool air of the bathroom.

  I gasped in surprise when I felt his mouth.

  His beard tickled me as his mouth went straight to my entrance.

  He groaned as his tongue swept out, circling around my entrance before plunging all the way inside.

  I gasped and threw myself farther into the counter so hard that I’d be sporting bruises on my hips in the morning.

  But right then, at that very moment in time, I didn’t care.

  Not when Lock’s mouth was on my pussy.

  Not when he was tasting and sucking and licking and ultimately rocking my entire world.

  I dropped my forehead to the cool counter, wishing I had something I could grab onto.

  Stretching my arms up over my head, I encountered the faucet, and latched on.

  Moaning, I rocked my hips back and forth, wanting so badly for him to fill me with his cock, but also liking the way he felt with his tongue inside me.

  It was definitely the worst predicament I’d ever found myself in, that was for sure.

  And, just sayin’, but having his tongue inside of me was way better than my first sexual partner had ever accomplished with his cock, fingers, and tongue.

  Oh, boy, did Lock have a talented tongue.

  “Spread your legs so I can get to your clit,” he ordered, pushing them open wider.

  I whimpered.

  “I can’t,” I gasped. “My panties…”

  Lock fisted them in his hand and yanked them free, pushing my legs wide in the next second.

  I practically keened when I was able to push them open farther and he was finally able to get to my clit.

  His thumb pressed down directly onto it at the same time that he thrust his tongue into my pussy, and I detonated. Right then and there.

  One second I was capable of thought, and the next I was practically pushing my backside against his face begging for more.

  His chuckle after I regained enough cognitive thought was soothing.

  “I think,” I gasped as I pulled myself further onto the counter. “That was the best thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.” I paused. “You should come with a warning label. Warning: this man gives good orgasms. Stay twenty feet away at all times.”

  He leaned forward and bit me.

  On the ass.

  Hard.

  “Shit,” I breathed, jolting forward.

  “Warning labels are stupid,” he teased. “I think they should take them off of everything. Thin out the stupid from the population.”

  I wiggled my hips as he stood up.

  Sadly, the way that he was standing directly behind me made it to where I couldn’t see his cock as he pushed his underwear down just enough so that his cock could bob free.

  “I don’t have a condom,” he said. “So I’m going to jack off on your back, and you’re going to stay still.”

  I swallowed hard.

  I would.

  I really, really would.

  But I didn’t want him to come on my back.

  I wanted him to come inside of me.

  “I’m on the pill,” I told him. “I’m clean.”

  He froze with his cock pressed hard against me.

  “What?” he asked, deceptively soft.

  “I’m on the pill,” I repeated. “Have been for a while now.”

  He didn’t need to know that I was planning on dropping those pi
lls the moment I moved back home.

  Unfortunately, that was just an added expense.

  I had about three days left of my last refill before I was completely out.

  “I’m clean, too,” he told me. “Got tested just last week, actually. Had an accident on the job and they forced me to get a tetanus shot and blood tests run.”

  I wiggled my hips.

  “Then put your cock inside of me already and stop teasing,” I told him bluntly. “You’re driving me absolutely crazy.”

  He pressed the head of his cock to my entrance, then slowly circled it, coating the entire tip.

  I bit my lip and watched his face in the mirror.

  He was watching what he was doing between my legs, completely entranced.

  I loved his intense focus.

  Even more, I loved how beautiful the man was.

  Naked or dressed, he was seriously the most handsome man I’d ever met in my life.

  I hadn’t been joking when I said I couldn’t stop thinking about him and that kiss.

  I couldn’t.

  And, more importantly, I didn’t want to.

  “Fuck,” he breathed as he notched the tip inside of me.

  I squeezed my inner muscles, kissing his tip with my entrance and causing him to curse.

  His eyes moved up until they caught mine, and he held my gaze as he slowly pushed inside.

  He didn’t stop pushing until my mouth was open in a silent scream, and he was so far inside of me that I felt like I could feel him in my throat.

  “You’re so tight.” He squeezed his eyes shut. “And so hot. Silky. So goddamn tight. Fuuuuuck.”

  I rotated my hips, hoping to help ease the fullness, but it only served to push him even deeper inside of me.

  “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.

  “N-no!” I stuttered. “Finally got it.”

  Lock yanked me forward onto the edge of the counter, then slowly started to sink his cock back inside of me.

  My breath hitched, and my eyes widened.

  Then they practically rolled back into my head as he once again sank all the way inside of my damp heat.

  “All those guys in uniform,” I heard Nadine still talking. “Holy shit. And Lock? Was he not just the sexiest thing out there? I mean, the groom was hot, don’t get me wrong. But seeing a man in uniform? Whew.”

  Lock leaned forward and took my mouth before I could respond.

  His hips pumped into me, slow and steady.

  “He had his eyes on you almost the whole time, though,” Nadine said, sounding curious.

  “Did he?” I croaked. “I didn’t notice.”

  That was a lie.

  I had noticed because my eyes had been on him
.

  Lock pulled back and let his eyes stay locked with mine as he slowly moved in and out of me.

  His jaw was locked, and the muscles in his forearm corded and bunched as he hooked his hands underneath my knees and pushed them out impossibly wider.

  I licked my lips, staring down the length of my body at where we were connected.

  I hadn’t done it before.

  I hadn’t wanted to because I knew if I did, I would get too excited. Come before I was ready.

  And I wasn’t ready because it just felt way too good for it to ever end.

  But then I saw the way my pussy was stretched obscenely around his cock. The way that I looked like I was stretched to my limit.

  The way that his cock was pulling out and pushing back in, one slow inch at a time, and my body was accommodating him as if he was made to be inside of me.

  And I just…burst.

  My breath left me in a whoosh, and a sound escaped me that was akin to a dying animal.

  “Umm, you okay?” Nadine asked, sounding slightly worried.

  I couldn’t answer her because I was coming.

  Coming so hard that my eyes were closing and there was no longer breath inside of my lungs to speak with.

  Then he had to go and pinch my clit, helping the orgasm along.

  Except all he ended up doing was causing air to seep back into my lungs, allowing another low moan to escape me as my orgasm nearly doubled in strength.

  Lock fucked me through it, not stopping or slowing down.

  “Saylor?” Nadine sounded like she was close, but my head was too fuzzy to notice or care.

  “Answer her, or I’ll have to stop.” Lock’s whispered words jolted me out of the lazy haze that I appeared to be in. “Hurry.”

  “Sorry.” I licked my lips, body sagging backward against the mirror. “I think I ate something bad before the wedding. Umm, sorry.”

  Lock laughed silently, causing his cock to jump inside of me.

  I bit my lip to keep from moaning again.

  “Oh, no,” she said. “That’s awful. I’m done. I’ll just leave you alone now.”

  He slammed into me hard and I shouted. “Thank you!”

  I wasn’t sure if I was thanking him for finally giving me what I wanted, or her for finally fucking leaving.

  Maybe both of them, if I were being honest.

  He slammed into me again.

  And again.