He started kissing her again, wrapped his hand behind her head and tangled his fingers in her hair. God, she wanted to feel him touch her intimately… possessively. She wanted those strong, long fingers stroking her flesh, those lips caressing the most sensitive parts of her. To have all that raw power wrapped up in a six-foot-five frame and over-two-hundred-pound package was almost too much for a woman to handle, but she wanted it. Desperately.
The way he kissed started off almost gentle, but with each passing second he became more demanding. She felt his hand slide along the back of her neck, gripping her nape tight and pulling her forward another inch. She let him fuck her mouth, because, in all honesty, that was exactly what he was doing. But Amy loved it and wanted more of it. He was fucking her lips and tongue with his own, fast and hard, and she could almost picture him above her, his cock thrusting into her with all that aggression. God, she had never met a man that had so much raw sexuality pouring off him like it did from Joker. And right now, she didn’t feel fear or her past creeping up on her, threatening to ruin the moment with the man she loved.
He tilted her head to the side, deepening the kiss. Amy’s heart pounded hard; she heard it in her ears, felt it in her throat. Her pussy was wet, so incredibly wet that she felt her panties getting saturated. He used his teeth to bite her lip, causing a flash of pain before he smoothed the sting away with his tongue. But strangely, she enjoyed it, craved more of that passion from him. She knew that being with Joker meant she didn’t have to be afraid.
“I want inside of you, baby. So. Fucking. Bad.” He broke the kiss, and she was left feeling bereft. A chill coasted over her and cooled her overheated flesh. The feel of her nipples poking obscenely against her shirt wasn’t lost on her, and the way Joker zeroed in on them made her painfully aware that it wasn’t lost on him either. He wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her against his body until she felt the hard length of his shaft right on her jean covered pussy. All his hard, defined lines were flush with her softer ones. A gush of moisture left her at the contact.
“I want you, Joker. God, I want you so badly.” She felt like she was burning alive, and only Joker could ease the fire raging inside of her.
He ran his hand along her sides and cupped her breasts. Acting totally out of character, she arched her back, thrusting her chest further into his grasp. The slow glide of his lips along her jaw had her closing her eyes and letting her head fall back, giving him better access. His other hand pressed against her lower back and slowly made its way lower until he cupped her ass.
“Oh, God. It feels so good, Joker.”
“Yeah, it does, baby.”
She hadn’t meant to say anything, but the feel of one of his hands covering her ass and the other cupping her breast was driving all common sense out of her. When he started moving his thumb over her hard nipple, back and forth, using slight pressure, she would have given him anything he wanted at that moment.
“Amy, you feel so good against me, so right.” He breathed against her throat, and as if to emphasize his point, he thrust up, grinding his dick against her material-covered pussy. His voice was so deep and rough it was like a wild animal growling and she turned her head to the side, needing to feel his mouth on hers. He dragged his mouth back up her neck, over her jaw, and ran his tongue along the corner of his mouth. “You know what I want from you, baby?” He continued to kiss and lick the side of her mouth, not giving her what she really wanted.
“What?” Right now Amy wanted pure, unadulterated sex with him, and it was a scary feeling for her because she’d never been so bold with her thoughts, feelings, or desires. He pulled back and looked into her eyes. Her breath caught at the look he gave her. He searched her face while his thumb teased the puckered flesh of her nipple and his hand caressed her ass.
“I want you to strip, get on your knees, and suck my cock.” He whispered softly.
Had he just said what she thought he said? From the look on his face, she had to assume she had heard correctly. Swallowing the lump that had suddenly formed in her throat, Amy thought about his request, about if she could really do that… follow his command and pleasure him.
Yes, yes you can, because you love this man, he’d never hurt you, and don’t you want to make him feel as good as he makes you feel?
Yes, she did.
“No pressure, baby,” he said in his harsh, gravelly voice.
“I want this, want you, Joker.”
He groaned and his hands went to the cut he wore. After that was off, he removed his shirt, showing off his hard, muscular and defined chest, and the ink that covered it all. The rolls of muscles that made up his six-pack, his defined pecs, and his bulging biceps were jaw dropping, but that isn’t what had her heart pounding in awe.