Bent, Not Broken(32)

He wanted her on the verge of coming. He wanted her to beg him for it, to give him anything he wanted just so she could get off. She would get there. There was no doubt that, by the end of the night, he would fuck her good and hard, and giving in to what they both desperately wanted.

“Joker, oh God.” The way his name fell from her lips, all breathy and full of need, had him gripping his shaft harder. Fuck, he wanted inside of her so bad. “Please. I’m so close.” She squirmed on the bed, her breasts thrust out and her hips rising to meet his plunging finger.

Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to the side of her mouth, and slid his tongue out to run it along her bottom lip. He ran his fingers over the swollen bundle of tissue again and she cried out, her pussy gripping his fingers. She was close. He could feel it as her inner muscles tightened around the digits. He knew it would only take a little pressure on her clit and a little twist along the bundle of tissue and she would go off.

Joker removed his fingers, and she moaned. He ran his palm over one of her breasts, needing to touch her mounds. Joker sucked her cream from his digits, not able to help himself. Her nipples were hard and tight, the air making them poke up as if begging for his mouth. Leaning over, he suctioned his lips over the turgid peak.

“It’s so good.”

He grinned around her flesh and ran his tongue over her nipple. She tasted so fucking good. Her flesh was as smooth and he knew he’d never get enough. While he sucked and licked, he moved his hand back down her stomach and to the hard little knot of nerves at the top of her pussy again. A cry left her, and she begged him for more.

He let her nipple go and closed his eyes as pleasure moved through him. “I love you so much, baby girl.”

“I love you, too, Joker,” she whispered, and strained forward.

He circled her clit, harder, faster, drawing out her pleasure. Latching his mouth onto hers, he stroked her body until she shook and cried out against his lips. He swallowed her cry of pleasure, feeling his own need to be buried inside of her mounting to an uncomfortable level. He found himself pressing his hips into the mattress, trying to let off some of the lust he had for her. It was no use. There was no denying that there wasn’t a substitute for what he really wanted.

He placed a hand on each of her thighs, feeling the delicate flesh of her skin, dampened from her need for him. He was harder than he’d ever been. Placing the very tip of his cock at the entrance of her pussy, he lifted his eyes to her. Amy’s cheeks were flushed and her hairline was wet. He pushed into her, filling every succulent inch of her pussy with his cock. Her mouth opened and her back arched. It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen.



Oh. Yes. More. So much more. Amy couldn’t help the long moan that spilled from her when Joker thrust his massively huge dick into her. She could feel the coarse hairs dotting his thighs as he moved inside of her, scrapping her delicate flesh. She could feel his sweat-slicked skin glide effortlessly against hers. Joker thrust his shaft into her, her wetness and arousal making his movements fluid, easy, and fast. The very tip of his cock hit the very end of her and she gasped, loving that she burned at being stretched. It was an intense sensation and one that she wanted to experience over and over again.

“Jesus Christ, baby.”

Her vision wavered and the tendrils of another orgasm swirled around her, leaving her gasping out his name, begging him for it harder and faster. As her climax burst inside of her, spiraling outward, with flashes of stars in front of her eyes, there was a part of her mind that spoke up, telling her that this is what it meant to be owned and claimed by a man that loved her.

He thrust three more times into her willing body, but he wasn’t done with her yet. He rubbed his thumb on her clit and pumped his hips forward, sliding his dick in and out of her still-clenching pussy. “Come for me again, baby. Now.”

Another orgasm ripped through her and she felt the world drifting away, but not before she heard Joker grunt from his own climax. His big body stilled and everything around her darkened as she felt him fill her with his cum. He collapsed on top of her, panting for breath, the same as she was, and finally he rolled off her. She stared at the ceiling, hoping David hadn’t heard what they had done. But she was too exhausted, too sexually satiated, that she honestly didn’t care at the moment. All she wanted was to be wrapped up in the arms of the man she loved, not worrying about anything.

“I love you, Amy,” Joker said in a deep, sleep thickened voice. He wrapped a thickly muscled, tattooed arm around her waist, pulled her close, her back to his chest. He ran the tip of his nose up her neck, and inhaled deeply, murmured something she didn’t understand, but she knew it was positive and filled with love.