Wirth (Dirty Aces MC #5) - Lane Hart Page 0,42
his cock almost all the way out of me before slamming in hard again, deeper than anyone has ever gone before.
“What the fuck are you doing to me?” Wirth pants against my ear in a rush, his entire body weight pressing me into the wall so that my nose is close enough to smell the paint. “Even when it’s life and death, I would rather have you one last time.”
“Me too,” I agree on a near sob because I feel the same. I shouldn’t want him, but this doesn’t feel like a choice. Wirth is a necessity that I don’t want to live without.
One of his hands comes around to squeeze my breast before getting frustrated by the tank top still covering it. His strong hands rip it right down from the neck so that it’s gaping open. Squeezing my left tit, he presses his entire arm tightly to my chest, thrusting into me so hard and fast that I end up on my tiptoes. I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s an imprint of the front of my body being left on the wall.
My pussy clenches around his girth, pulling him impossibly deeper as my arousal coats his hot, velvety shaft.
Oh shit!
He’s not wearing a condom.
That thought shouldn’t make me come, but it almost sends me over the edge. Wirth isn’t the type of man to be so careless. I love that he’s so out of control with need for me that he didn’t stop to put on a condom, like I’m not the only one lost to the lust.
As my inner walls begin to pulse around Wirth’s pumping dick, trying to hold it inside of me, he says, “Oh fuck!” like he just realized the same mistake. I’m still riding him and the waves of pleasure when he abruptly pulls out, making me whimper at the enormous loss because I wasn’t done yet!
Understanding my dilemma, Wirth strokes himself between my legs, pressing his length against my clit to keep getting me off while his hot, thick release lands on the wall before he shoves himself between my tight ass cheeks to finish coming there.
When the heat of his body leaves me, I look over my shoulder and find him stumbling backward before he slumps down on the sofa, his dick still hanging free from his pants. “That…wasn’t part of the plan,” he says out of breath.
“It wasn’t?” I ask. “Because I liked it,” I say when I pull my bottoms up and shrug out of my ripped tank to go to him. Kneeling between his legs, I ask, “What was the plan? To yell at me and tell me to leave?” Before Wirth can answer, I lean forward to take his semi-hard cock into my mouth to clean it off, loving his taste and mine combined.
“What are you doing?” he asks, now watching me suck and lick his dick unlike earlier.
“Worshipping you on my knees,” I reply between licks. “You should get used to it.”
“Yeah?” he asks, gasping loudly when I suck on his head.
Releasing him from my mouth, I say, “Tell me to stay down here on my knees for you the rest of my life and I would do it.”
“I wish you could, doll,” Wirth says just as there’s a knock on my door.
In the afterglow haze, it takes me a few minutes to remember that Rian was on his way over.
“Shit,” I say, slapping my arm over my bare breasts and looking around me for something to cover them.
“Go get dressed. I’ll answer the door,” Wirth tells me. “Time for me and your brother to finally meet.”
“Okay,” I agree as I use his knees to pull myself up to my feet. On the way to the bedroom, I hear his zipper go up and then he’s opening the door.
Chapter Nineteen
Wirth
Maeve’s brother staggers back two steps when he sees me answering the door instead of his sister. From far away, he looked like any other guy, but up close it’s easier to see the youthfulness in his baby face. Thankfully, I’m also about three or four inches taller than him and have at least fifty pounds on him, which helps a lot for what I have planned.
“Who the fuck are you?” he asks.
“Maeve’s friend,” I tell him.
He looks me up and down, trying to decide if he should trust me or not. If I had been wearing my cut, I’m certain he wouldn’t have.
“Where’s Maeve?” he asks in concern.
“Changing.”
“I’ll be right out!” she calls from the bedroom,