Devlin (Dirty Aces MC #2) - Lane Hart Page 0,11

He’s thick as hell even if he’s not very long, making it difficult to open wide enough.

Rob Lawrence isn’t a gentle lover, that much is obvious based on the way he uses my mouth, pistoning in and out, in and out almost violently before he finally pulls out and shoots his cum all over my chest and the tops of my breasts.

“Good girl,” he says, patting my head like I’m a dog with one hand while the other keeps stroking his damp shaft.

I would be insulted if any other man did that to me, but he’s Rob fucking Lawrence, one of the biggest rock stars in the world.

And it’s not like I have much time to dwell on it before Devlin’s fingers reach around and find my clit. My forehead drops to the mattress as my body shakes and gets fucked into the mattress by Devlin. His grunts grow louder with each pump of his hips that move faster and faster until he shouts out an indiscernible curse when another intense, earth-shattering orgasm rips through me, starting with my pulsing walls that causes wave after wave of bliss to roll through my limbs.

“Fuck yeah, that’s heaven, baby. Fuckin’. Heaven,” Devlin chokes out when he grips my shoulder tight to shove his cock deep one final time before he goes completely still. A moment later, the weight of his body drapes onto my back as we both gasp for breath from another amazing round of sex.

Amazing doesn’t even properly describe it. Sex with Devlin is out of this world, like nothing I ever imagined. And I can’t wait to do it again, even if my pussy is in need of a lot more ice.

Chapter Four

Devlin

I’ve fucked plenty of women before tonight, and yet this is the only woman I ever recall making me come so hard that I lose the ability to walk. My legs have gone on vacay, and my arms aren’t all that keen on holding my weight up any longer. Finally, I’m able to roll myself off of Jetta and onto my back next to her on the bed.

Jetta.

I fucking love her name. I knew it would be something wild and unique, like her. Her skin tastes like lavender and berries, so delicious I could eat her up all day and night and never get full.

The woman who has me seeing spots and possibly paralyzed is facing me on her side. Her eyes are closed, face flushed red and lips parted as strands of her wet, purple hair fall across her sleeping face. Oh, and there’s ropes of cum drying on her perfect tits.

On the other side of Jetta, the rock star is propped up on the side of the bed, smoking on his joint again.

“Want a hit?” he asks me.

“Sure,” I say, and it takes two tries to lift my arm to take the joint from him. I eventually get it to my mouth and take a few drags off of it before handing it back. “Thanks, man.”

“No problem,” Rob Lawrence says like the chill ass motherfucker he is.

When I am fairly certain my legs will hold my weight, I slide off the bed to pull off my condom, then grab my wet tank and crawl back on the bed, using it to dry off Jetta’s chest. If it were my own cum soaking into her skin, I probably would’ve left it while she naps, but it’s not, so it needs to go.

“Can’t knock them up if you don’t nut in the pussy,” Rob says. “Always on the tits, in the mouth or in the ass.”

“Wise man,” I agree since I can’t imagine how many women he’s slept with and the odds of accidentally knocking one up.

“When I finish my joint, we’re gonna go again,” he tells me.

“Might be hard to do since she’s out like a light,” I point out. Reaching over, I sweep the loose strands of purple hair from Jetta’s face, and she doesn’t even move a muscle.

“I know how to get her and you both up again fast,” Rob says with a smirk.

I don’t care who the fuck this man is, but I’m not gonna let him fuck a woman while she’s unconscious.

But it turns out that wasn’t exactly his plan.

He sets his joint down on the tiny table and then he climbs over Jetta to my side of the bed between me and her. Grabbing her top leg, he lifts it up like spreading apart scissors, and then his mouth goes to