He’d always loved Amy.
Her past was one of the worst he’d ever heard of, and he’d killed the man who had almost destroyed her. Joker had relished in the destruction he’d brought to the man who hurt her. Zeke had admired his handiwork, and Joker had even worked to kill those Zeke wanted dead.
“Did you enjoy tonight with the girls?” he asked.
“You didn’t leave it too long to come and take me,” she said.
“Blame Demon. He wouldn’t have anyone else shaking their ass for his woman.”
“Like you’d allow it?” she asked.
He glanced down at her to see her brow was raised. “You’re right. I’d kill anyone who tried to show you what I’ve already got.”
She released a little moan, one that he’d only ever heard when he’d been teasing her, driving her crazy. “You know, there’s something I’ve been meaning to try.” She stroked his cheek and slowly, she started to move her hand down.
His cock thickened as he felt the direction her hand was going. “What are you doing, Amy?”
“Do you trust me, Joker?” She cupped his dick, running her palm up and down the length.
“You know I do.” She’d said the exact same words that he spoke many times during sex. It had taken him time to build the trust for her to give herself to him. Fuck, he loved this woman. He loved her more for her strength and her power to endure.
“Then, how about I give you a little present.” She took his hand, led them back to the vehicle, and once inside she started to work his pants open, flicking the button, then sliding down the zipper.
“Fuck, baby, are you about to do what I think you’re going to do?”
“Um, I don’t know. What do you think I’m going to do?”
His little vixen was intent on sending him into an early grave.
She pulled his dick out of his pants and ran her hand from the base up to the root and then down again. The smallest of touches from her hand set him on fire.
“You’re so hard, Joker. What do you think I’m going to do?” she asked.
“Baby, just put it in your mouth. I don’t know how long I’m going to last if you just keep playing with it.” He’d been the kind of man who knew restraint but right now, he couldn’t do it. There was no way for him to hold in the pleasure. Gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white, he hissed out as her lips covered his cock.
The warmth of her mouth lowered from the head going down until he hit the back of her throat. Her tongue glided over his length, and he pulled up, moaning as she did.
Amy didn’t stop though. She sucked his dick as if her life depended on it. She slid her hand into his pants to cup his balls. Leaning back farther, he gave her enough access, to give him whatever she wanted to.
Holding the steering wheel with one hand, he sank the other into her hair, wrapping her curls around his fist.
She pulled off him. “Am I doing it right, baby?”
“You’re doing it more than okay.”
He groaned as she took him back in, only this time she started to swallow his length.
Joker didn’t know how much longer he could take. Her lips were heaven, and this wasn’t what he had planned. When it came to his woman, he couldn’t deny her anything.
All she ever needed to do was bat her eyelashes at him, and he was putty in her fucking hands.
The club knew it as well.
“Damn, Amy, your lips are fucking heaven.” He thrust his hips up into her mouth, moaning as she swallowed more of him.
His balls were so damn tight, and he felt the stirrings of his orgasm. “Baby, stop. If you don’t stop I’m going to fill your mouth with cum.”
Amy didn’t stop, and she wouldn’t ease up even as he tugged her hair.
“Fuck, baby, fuck.” He came, filling her mouth with his cum. He felt her mouth working his cock, drawing the cum from him, and swallowing it down, every little drop.
Time passed, and finally she sat up, wiping the back of her hand. “Did you like that?” she asked.
Cupping her cheek, he ran his thumb across her lips before claiming hers in a hot, searing kiss. He didn’t care that he tasted himself on her lips.
Every new thing with Amy was like a step toward victory. She was constantly growing in confidence. The demons she had fought all her life had started to disappear.
Joker loved her no matter what. Even if she never got rid of her demons, he’d still love her.
“I love you, you know that?”
She smiled at him. The smile that reached her eyes lit up his whole world just to see.
“I know. Why do you think I just did what I did?”
“I don’t know. Why?”
“I wanted you to spend a little more time on me.” She took his hand and pressed it between her thighs. Her pussy was soaking, and she wriggled on his hand. “I need you, Joker.”
His woman never went without.
Chapter Three
Before Amy knew what was happening, Joker had her out of the car and they were striding into their home. After the front door was shut Joker pulled her body in close to his and started kissing her at the same time he walked them backward and into the kitchen.
“This is about you, and I’m going to make sure you feel so fucking good, baby.” Before she knew what he was doing he had her lifted off the ground and placed on their kitchen table. A gasp left her at the sudden movements, but then he had her naked from the waist down in a matter of seconds, and was on his knees in front of her.
“This is about you, and licking this sweet little cunt while you scream out in pleasure will be so fucking good for me too.” Joker placed both his hands under her ass, pulled her so her lower half hung off the edge of the table, and blew a stream of warm breath along her pussy.
The feel of his tongue on her exposed flesh had her eyes involuntarily closing and her head falling back against the table. A moan left her and a groan came from him, vibrating against her body.
“That’s it, give it to me. I won’t torture you for long, baby.”
His tongue did wicked things to her body, and she curled her fingers into her palms. Joker ran his tongue up her center, sucking her wetness off and causing more to come. He was so incredibly slow with his ministrations that she found herself pressing closer to him, trying to tempt him to give her more, to fuck her with his cock instead of his tongue.
She reached down and grabbed handfuls of his hair, pulling him closer to her.
“Fuck me, Joker. I need that big cock of yours.” She opened her eyes and blinked several times.
And then as if his words did something to him, he removed his mouth from her and leaned back, looking at her. The arousal still pounded through her bloodstream … she needed so much more.
“You want what I have to give you?”
She nodded.
“Then place your arms above your head and you will keep them there.” His tone brooked no argument.
Amy did as he asked because this was what she wanted. She wanted her man to dominate her, because he was the only one she trusted in this capacity.
When she clasped her hands together he moved back between her legs and resumed licking her. The act was so erotic, that she knew she’d come soon enough. His tongue moved up and down her slit, teasing her nub on the upstroke, and pressing minutely into her hole on the down-stroke.
“Yes, Joker,” she gasped the words out. Her legs shook with the need to come. She was close, but Joker was holding off. And then he pulled away from her, quickly undid his pants, and pulled his cock free. He placed it at her entrance, and in a swift move he was buried deep inside of her body. She gripped her fingers together, keeping them above her head like he’d ordered. It felt so good to be filled by him.