Bent, Not Broken(18)

She licked her lips, let go of his dick, and nodded slowly. She moved onto the bed, and before he could follow her, she lifted up the bottom of her shirt and took it off. Glancing down at her chest, he felt arousal the likes of which he had never experienced move through him. Her breasts were big and round and her tips were a dark pink. Her nipples were hard, and he could see she was embarrassed by her nudity.

“You’re beautiful,” he said in a husky voice. “And you’re mine.”

She glanced up at him, and a smile covered her face. She was staring up at him, her eyes so big and blue he felt like he could get lost in them. The thing was that he had no intentions of letting her go, ever. Joker moved onto the bed and very slowly leaned in and kissed her. He slid his tongue along her plump lips before slipping it into her mouth. When she pulled back he thought maybe he was moving too fast, but she surprised him by taking off her sweats and panties.

“I want you, Joker,” she said very hesitantly. Joker was scared of pushing her, but oh, fucking hell, he wanted her so badly.

He reached out to touch her gently and kept his gaze trained on her. When he slipped his hand between her thighs and felt her slickness coat his fingers, he groaned.

“Kiss me, Joker. I’m dying here,” she smiled, but it was soft, almost weak.

He kissed her with so much passion, so much love. He cradled her body close to his and kissed her for long, gentle seconds. He was hard as steel, but he was taking his time. When she started moving against him, pressing her breasts to his chest, he groaned against her mouth. Adjusting his body so his hips cradled hers, he breathed out roughly at the feel of her wetness coating the length of his shaft. She was hotter than hell and he was going to burn alive. He wanted to go slowly, ease her into all of this, but he was too far gone already. Hips jerking on their own accord, his length spread her labia apart as he moved back and forth against her. She liked what he was doing, and he knew by the little mewls and cries that left her parted lips.

“It feels good, Joker.”

“Good, baby. I’m going to make you feel even better.” He kissed her harder, with more passion. “You tell me when you want more.”

“I want more,” she breathed against his mouth. Her breath fanning against his mouth smelled of the mint from her toothpaste. Arching, she pressed her hard nipples against his chest.

“I want you so fucking badly, baby.” Thrusting against her with a little more force than necessary, he groaned, “I want to feel your tight, hot little body spreading around my cock. I want to make you feel good, make you only think about me.”

She panted, but didn’t stop him.

“You want that, too, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“God, yes. Yes, I want that.” Her pussy cream coated him completely, verifying exactly what she’d said. He could feel it slip along her thighs, making him wet; it was such a turn-on.

He stared at her face, looked right into her eyes, and reached between their bodies to grab his cock. He placed it at her entrance, but didn’t push into her. “I want you to be completely ready. I’ll ask you over and over again until I know for sure you are on-board. I don’t want to rush you about anything, baby.” He cupped her cheek and kissed her. Murmuring against her mouth, he said, “I’m clean, and I know you are. I can wear a condom, but I want to feel you, baby, be with you without anything between us.” He breathed out. “I’ll be careful, pull out even, but I need this, Amy. I need you.”

“Just be with me. I trust you more than anyone, Joker.”

He could have died right then and would have only felt bliss. As he started pushing into her, inch by slow inch, he watched her face. He wanted to gauge her reaction for the slightest doubt or that she was uncomfortable and wanted him to stop. Her eyes were wide and full of emotion. Ecstasy filled him, and he gritted out, “Damn Amy, baby, it feels so good.” She was his, and he was claiming her. He bit his lip and continued sinking into her, feeling every hot part of her pussy ripple along his length.

Dipping down, he dragged his lips across hers, stared down at her, and pulled out of her eager body. When just the head of his cock was at her entrance, he took a deep, calming breath and pushed back. He groaned, never before going so slow, or so gentle. But with Amy he found it more pleasurable taking his time and making sure that she was comfortable. He wanted this to feel good to her and he would go as slow as he needed to. She was slightly stiff beneath him, and her nails were lodged in his biceps, but she made these little mewling noises as he worked his cock in and out of her. Then she closed her eyes and tilted her head back, moaning out long and low.