Ride Steady(143)

This didn’t bother him. He liked it. Got off on it. Got off on her getting off on it.

But even as he wanted it, her giving this to him now didn’t sit right.

She slid her lips across the waistband of his jeans and his voice was thick when he asked, “You takin’ what you need, Butterfly, or givin’ me what you think I need?”

She tilted her head back, fingers to his fly, and he bit his lip as the pulse in his cock pulled up his balls with just one look at her face.

She was in the zone.

Totally.

“I need to give you what you need,” she whispered.

“Baby, let me give that to you,” he whispered back as she released button two.

She shook her head. “Not this time, sweetheart.”

She couldn’t miss he gave it all but still, it felt good knowing she didn’t.

“Carrie—”

Another button then, “You wanna give that to me, let me.”

She wanted it, he’d be insane not to let her have it.

“Okay, baby, not gonna stop you.”

She smiled. It was soft and barely there but it did something to her eyes that made his entire body clench.

Then she dropped her head, finished with his fly and dug her fingers in at the sides of his jeans to yank them down.

His dick flew free and he heard her swift, hot intake of breath before she went for it.

Not leading into it like she’d been starved of it, she grabbed hold, positioned him, and took him deep into her wet, hot mouth.

Jesus.

Fuck.

Joker slid down the couch as his head automatically dropped back and he tightened his body against rearing up, taking over, f*cking her mouth, which felt so goddamned sweet.

Then she blew him, and Jesus, no holding back, she sucked hard, she pumped with her hand harder, she took him deep. If she needed a break, she gave it licking, rolling, stroking with her fist.

She could be klutzy. She could get so excited she bumped, slammed, scratched, bit, moved one way when he wanted her to go the other. It was cute. It was a turn on. It was her.

But she f*cking rocked at giving head.

“Fuck, Carrie,” he groaned, so far gone he almost didn’t have it in him to warn her she was about to swallow, when he lost her.

That was when she went from giving him good to giving him phenomenal.

“Condom, sweetie,” she whispered, her face flushed, her eyes gone, her movements hurried.

He did as she asked, reaching to his pocket for his wallet, not tearing his eyes from her as she took her feet and ripped her clothes off. Right in front of him. Standing between his legs.

Her eyes were hot and hungry on his cock as he rolled the condom on and he barely got it to the root before she climbed on.

“Need it,” she begged, rolling her hips, and he gave her what she wanted, holding his dick for her to take.

She found the tip and drove down.

Joker clasped her at the waist as she arched powerfully, her head dropping back, giving him hair, jaw, tits, belly, *.

Fuck.

Gorgeous.

“Ride me, baby,” he groaned.

She righted her head and instantly wrapped her arms tight around his shoulders, holding on as she moved, taking him fast and deep, and as usual, vocal. Giving him the whimpers. The mews. The moans. The soft cries. Driving him to the edge.

Her temple pressed to his, she gave him her noises right in his ear as he roamed her skin with his hands. Cupping one breast, he tweaked the nipple, and just with that, she bit his earlobe and her cunt seized his dick.

Fuck, he was done.

His control snapped. He pulled her off his cock and planted her on her knees beside him in the seat, facing the back of the couch.

“No! Joker, don’t stop.”

He didn’t. He rolled to his knees behind her. His hand wrapped around his dick, he slid the tip through her wet, found her, and drove up.

She held on to the back of the couch and angled her ass higher.

His hot little piece.

Christ.

“There you go, Butterfly,” he grunted, taking her, all of her, his hands moving on her, tweaking her tits, pulling on her nipples, rolling them, moving over her belly, down, one went in and he circled her clit.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, moving with him, hair bouncing and brushing his face as he kept his chin to her neck and watched her tits bounce too as he pounded her.

Fuck.

“Won’t stop,” he groaned.

“Don’t stop, baby, please,” she whimpered, taking a hand from the couch, twisting her arm and cupping the back of his head with it, holding strong.