Wirth (Dirty Aces MC Book 5), Lane Hart [best ebook reader ubuntu .txt] 📗

get her there so I can finally get inside of her, I jerk her shorts and panties down her legs while pulling her shirt over her head, leaving her beautifully naked. As soon as Maeve steps out of her bottoms, I grab her by her thighs, lifting her up so that her legs wrap around my waist.

“Bed. Now,” she urges before her mouth finds mine. I’m on board with that plan.

I shove three fingers into her pussy from behind as I kiss her, then stumble my way through the living room, searching for a bedroom while Maeve tries to get my cut off.

There’s a light coming from a back room, so I head in that direction, thankful when I see the neatly made queen bed from the door.

I toss Maeve down on the mattress long enough to get my clothes off and put a condom on. She’s too stunning to be real lying on her back waiting for me, her eyelids heavy with lust as she watches me.

“Damn. Why didn’t I get you naked last night?” Maeve asks.

“I was too impatient to undress,” I admit as I pounce on top of her, crawling up her body until our mouths meet. Our lips and tongues are just as frantic as our bucking lower bodies to join. My plan to get her off on my fingers goes out the window as soon as I feel the heat of her pussy through the latex.

It’s not an easy fucking fit. Noticing my difficulty, Maeve reaches down to guide me inside while spreading her thighs as wide as she can to take me.

“God, yes,” she moans as I sink in those first few amazing inches. Her eyes drift closed and her lips part in a silent scream as I fill her up.

Nothing else matters at that moment in time but the woman under me. Everything else is forgotten. I couldn’t even spell my name because letters and language cease to exist.

It’s just me and Maeve, nearly every inch of the front of our bodies touching and moving in sync. I try to go slow to savor the pleasure, make it last, and not hurt her. But then Maeve’s fingernails dig into my ass cheeks before she says against my lips, “More. Faster. Please.”

I push my upper body off of hers, bracing my palms on either side of her head to look down at her face. “You sure?”

Maeve nods and then gives a verbal answer. “Yes. Don’t hold back,” she says.

So, I don’t.

I finally let go and let my body have whatever it needs, what it’s been needing for years, maybe for my entire life. I’ve always been too careful with the few women I was with to take it from them. My hips pound into Maeve relentlessly while I stare down into her green eyes that are holding me captive.

“Oh God, Wirth! Yes! YES!”

Every word from her mouth is encouraging me to keep going, while her pussy does the same, her inner walls clenching and releasing around my cock faster and faster, pulling me impossibly deeper into her tight, wet heaven.

She makes me feel like a goddamn superhero. And if I could, I would stay right fucking here with her forever.

Chapter Eleven

Maeve

Trying to take all of Wirth’s abnormally long, thick cock is just as challenging as the first time. But once he’s in, his big body moving inside of me and above me, the condom slick with my arousal, we fit together perfectly.

He’s still being cautious, worried he’ll hurt me when it’s the exact opposite.

The hot, liquid pleasurable weight inside of my lower belly builds and builds until it bursts, making me tremble all over. It feels like I’m soaring and falling at the exact same time.

Wirth’s arms wrap tightly around me to catch me, pinning me to the mattress with his weight as he growls out a curse next to my ear and his heavy body shudders against mine.

I love having him draped on top of me like an enormous, protective blanket. My fingernails trail up and down his back as we both catch our breath and the sweat on our skin begins to cool.

“Jesus,” Wirth whispers, his lips pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “I thought I might have hurt you, but I think you killed me.”

I laugh at his comment which makes my pussy squeeze around his shaft that’s still inside of me, causing him to groan deep in his throat and shiver. Wirth isn’t like other men after sex. He has to make an effort to pull out since he won’t just slide free. He could stay inside of me all night if he wanted, and I don’t think I would mind.

“This condom needs to go before it explodes,” Wirth says when he starts to move off of me.

I grab his shoulders to stop him, worried he’ll leave as soon as he stands up.

“Can you stay the night?” I ask him because I don’t want to be alone. Talking to Rian earlier, bringing up the past that I’ve tried so hard to forget, makes me wish there was someone to hold me for a little while.

“Yeah, doll, I can stay,” Wirth replies. Maybe I’m imagining it, but it sounds like he’s hesitant.

“You don’t have to…” I say since I want him to want to stay, not to do it out of some obligation he feels after sex.

“I want to,” he replies, sitting back on his knees so I can see his face. And I think he’s telling the truth.

“Good. I can make you breakfast in the morning,” I offer.

“There’s only one thing I want to eat for breakfast,” he jokes with a grin as he swipes one long finger from my belly button down to my folds, making me squirm.

“That’s fine too,” I agree with a smile.

Wirth rolls out of bed to dispose of the condom in the bathroom and then strolls back into the bedroom confidently, like he could walk around naked all the time and not have