Ride Steady (Chaos, #3)(120)

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.

He touched his tongue to her neck before he whispered, “Won’t stop, Carrie. Give you what you need. Take it, Butterfly.”

She took it, taking his f*cking as she rode his dick through it, giving it to herself.

She twisted her head and he had her eyes, knowing she was nearly there with one look.

“Sweetie,” she breathed.

He took her mouth.

When he thrust his tongue inside and tasted her, her frame went still as she came, her fingers fisting in his hair, her moan driving down his throat, her body moving only because he didn’t stop f*cking her because he couldn’t.

And he didn’t. He kissed her. He f*cked her. He pulled at her tit and rolled her clit until her whimpers again filled his mouth, became cries and she lost it again, jolting in his arms violently as she broke the kiss, latched hard on his lower lip with her teeth before she let it go and moaned, “Carson.”

That was when he drove deep and let go, and Christ, it was so goddamned magnificent, he sank his teeth into her shoulder and instead of groaning, he sucked in and did it hard before he sank his teeth in harder.

“Yes,” she whispered, and through his orgasm he vaguely sensed she was still coming as she took his mark and her body shuddered in his hold.

He held her until it left them both and he kept hold of her after it was gone.

Then he slid out, pulling her off the couch with him so they were both on their feet. He held her steady even as he turned her to face him and hitched up his jeans with one hand as he took her into his other arm.

He bent his head to kiss her parted lips, his eyes open and staring into her hazy ones. Seeing that haze, his lips were smiling when they brushed hers.

“Stay here, be back,” he muttered, waited for her dreamy nod and he smiled again when he let her go and quickly walked around the couch.

He bent to nab his shirt, lifted up, and it sucked when he saw her standing there, still fuzzy, her face soft and unfocused from her double orgasm, her beautiful body on show, and he was all the way around the back of the couch and had to do what he had to do.

But it was what she needed so he called, “Butterfly.”

She focused on him and he tossed her his shirt.

Just like Carrie, she bobbled it and it dropped to the couch but she caught it up and looked to him.

“Thanks, sweetie.”