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

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, which is when her brother’s shoulders finally relax, and he takes the steps to come inside.

I quickly shut the door and then attack him from behind, catching him off-guard. Grabbing his arms, I tug his wrists to his lower back while using my body weight to pin him face first to the wall in almost the exact spot where I just fucked his sister. He never saw it coming.

“What the hell?” he asks, trying to buck me off while I pull the zip ties from my pocket to try and get them on him as fast as possible. He pushes me back and away before I can fasten the damn things, so I have no choice but to take him to the ground and use my knees on his back to hold him down while I finally secure his wrists.

“Wirth!” Maeve shouts when she comes in and finds me on top of her brother. “What the hell are you doing? Get off of him!” she yells, trying to grab my arm to pull me up. I let her since I’m finished, going to stand in front of the door in case Rian’s able to get to his feet and make a run for it.

“Sorry, doll,” I tell her. “It had to be done.”

“I don’t…what are you talking about?” she asks while I pull my phone from my pocket and send the text I had already typed out before I came over.

“Your brother needs to pay for his mistake,” I explain. “You can’t protect him anymore.”

“W-what?” she exclaims, covering her gaping mouth. “No. Please, Wirth! We can all three leave together!”

“It’s too late,” I tell her just as her apartment door opens. Malcolm and the guys come in to collect her brother. They got here quickly since they were around the back of the building just waiting for my text.

“No! Don’t hurt him! Please! I’m begging you!” Maeve says as tears stream down her face.

“Smells like sex in here,” Devlin remarks, wrinkling his nose. Malcolm looks at me and arches an eyebrow in question as Silas and Nash get Rian up off the floor.

“I did what I needed to do,” I say in my defense, which I know is weak as fuck. “Shut up and take her too,” I instruct them before Malcolm can