Wirth (Dirty Aces MC #5) - Lane Hart Page 0,10

no pictures on the wall before she pushes me down on the comfy microfiber sofa. After that, she’s all I can see when she kneels down between my legs, her fingers working diligently to unfasten my belt to get my fly down. I have to shove my open jeans down my thighs a few inches in order to make room for my dick to be freed from my boxer briefs.

“Holy shit,” Maeve says quietly, her eyes widening as she wraps both of her small hands around my thick shaft. I start to think she may change her mind about the blowjob when she opens wide and leans forward, her lips stretching as far as they can to cram the width of my crown into her mouth. It may only be an inch or two, but fuck me, it feels amazing when her tongue coats the underside of my flesh.

All too soon she’s pulling her mouth off me. But she’s not giving up. Maeve runs her tongue around my head before licking stripes up and down the veins of my length, getting me good 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