Wirth (Dirty Aces MC Book 5) by Lane Hart (carter reed TXT) 📕

and slick so she can stroke me with her hands as she takes me into her mouth again. This time my dick goes a little further, all the way to the back of her throat. I could come right then and there, but Maeve obviously doesn’t have a gag reflex as she goes even further before pulling off, sucking me hard as she does.

After that, her head begins to bob in a rhythm that grows faster and faster as I watch in complete wonder while she gives me the best blowjob of my entire fucking life.

Fuck my jealousy from earlier. I don’t care how many men Maeve’s been with or how many she’s had at one time. Now I know it was all worth it for her to learn to be a goddamn goddess on her knees for me.

When her green eyes look up at mine while her mouth is full of my cock, seeking my approval, I realize I’m clutching the sofa cushions so tight they may tear. I’m also biting my lip so hard it’s probably bleeding to keep myself from moving or making any sound that could cause her to stop.

Now, I can’t hold back any longer.

“Oh, fuck, Maeve,” I groan, but it comes out like more of a deep, animalistic growl. Seeking more of her mouth, I slouch lower on the sofa as I grab the puff of hair she pulled up on the top of her head. When she takes the hint, letting me thrust a little deeper down her throat, I start to come as I shout out garbled words that don’t make any fucking sense, “MARRY ME TO-FUCKING-MORROW, WOMAN!”

That’s when Maeve gags for the first time in what I think is caused by her laughing before I pull out of her mouth to tug on my cock. As I finish myself off, Maeve leans forward to take my head back into her mouth, applying suction to the crown to pull my seed from me with force. My entire body jerks and shudders with pleasure – more pleasure than I’ve felt in fucking years.

“Fuck! Oh, fuck!” I groan through the aftershocks thanks to Maeve’s vibrating moans that make it sound like she’s enjoying herself as much as I am.

That’s impossible.

But I do plan to give her as much pleasure as she gave me.

Reaching down, I grab Maeve’s waist and pull her up on the sofa.

“Ah! What are you doing?” she asks with a giggle when she’s on my lap, resting her hands on my shoulders.

“Stand up,” I order her. “Now.”

“Right here?” she asks in surprise.

“Right fucking here.”

I help her get each of her feet on either side of my thighs and hold her legs to steady her until she grabs onto the back of the sofa behind my head.

When she’s steady, I reach under her dress and jerk her thong panties down to her ankles before I dive underneath the hem. My lips find her inner thigh first, giving it a lick and a bite with my teeth before kissing my way over to her pussy lips. With the first swipe of my tongue on her clit, her legs give out and she’s practically sitting on my face, which is absolutely fine with me.

Maeve

“Oh my god. Ohmygod!” I scream when Wirth’s tongue and lips attack my swollen bundle of nerves. Having a man go down on me has always been the one thing that will loosen me up, ever since my first time when I was terrified…

This isn’t anything like that night.

And while I’ve never come on a man’s tongue before, either because they didn’t know what they were doing or didn’t do it long enough, I think I’m already close. Hell, I can barely hold myself up on the back of the sofa as my knees turn to jelly and my body presses down hard on Wirth’s mouth. He doesn’t seem to mind. He just keeps going faster and faster, even adding one finger that he slips inside of me, then two. Now, oh god, three!

Based on the embarrassing slurping sounds coming from underneath the skirt of my dress, I’m about to get off like this, standing on a stranger’s face.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I cry out in encouragement when he starts pumping his three fingers inside me while the tip of his tongue batters my clit until the room starts to spin and goes dark.

“Oh! Oh, fuck! I’m coming! I’m coming!” I scream. And without the least bit of self-consciousness, I press my hips down and ride the waves of pleasure on his face and fingers.

Jesus Christ.

Orgasms from sex are never this good. Now I know what all the fuss about oral is, and what I’ve been missing.

I’m still floating in the haze of lust when I hear the crinkle of a foil wrapper. Then, Wirth lowers me, arranging me so that I’m sitting on his lap, my knees spread on either side of his thighs. He tugs the top of my dress down to get his mouth on my tits, then lines up his cock with my dripping wet entrance. Since he’s not fully hard yet, he eases right inside, getting thicker and harder each second afterward.

The intrusion is only a little uncomfortable at first until my body stretches to accommodate so much of him in such a tight space.

But after that, I’m slick enough that it feels nice to start moving up and down.

“Fuck yeah,” Wirth grunts as I hold on to his shoulders, putting us face to face. His dark blue eyes are heavy with arousal when he says, “That’s perfect, doll. Don’t stop.”

“Couldn’t…if I…wanted to,” I tell him, and he grabs the back of my head to bring my mouth to his. When he lets go, our eyes remained locked on each other, our lips close enough to softly brush on every slow downstroke as I ride him. Both of us are almost awestruck and completely captive to this moment in time.

It’s the closest I think I’ve