by Sam Crescent
The more he moved within her, the more she cried out for. A blush stole up her chest, her nipples hardened even more, and she tugged at her bottom lip with her tiny, straight white teeth. In and out, he thrust into her, going as far as he could until the heavy weight of his balls rubbed along the crease of her ass every time he pushed into her. The whole experience was made hotter by the fact they were covered in sweat now, their skin slapping together every single fucking time he sank into her. He was mesmerized by the beads of sweat that dotted her flesh, and he followed those droplets as they made their way down her body to pool in the dips and hollows of her curvy body. He wanted to savor every inch of her until there was nothing left for him to taste or memorize.
Not able to help himself, he let his tongue follow a bead of perspiration that started its descent down her chest. He tracked it, dragging his tongue between her breasts before moving back up and sucking the dip and base of her throat. Even her sweat was sweet. All the while he kept pumping his hips into her, bringing them both closer to a mind-altering pleasure.
“Oh, yes,” she hissed the last word out. He lowered his mouth to hers, letting her taste the flavor of herself on his tongue.
Her pussy milked his cock, and he grated out, “Christ, baby, I’m going to come. Please tell me you’re close.” Over and over he plunged into her.
“I’m so close,” she whispered, her eyes wide with surprise and pleasure. She continued to make small noises in the back of her throat. Yeah, she was so fucking close. He could feel her tightening around his cock, drawing out his cum in fast, hard pulls.
“You clench around me and it feels like a fist, like fucking heaven. I’m going to come so hard, baby. So. Fucking. Hard.” He pushed into her on the last word, and she cried out in climax. Yes. Harder and faster he sunk into her, needing her to come like he needed to breathe. It was there. Right. Fucking. There.
The roar that left him was loud and harsh, and it was a good thing his dad had left already. He could feel the heavy jets of his cum fill her pussy. He loved knowing it was his semen that coated her insides before sliding out of her and making a wet spot on the bed. Joker knew he would never let her go. He couldn’t.
When both of their bodies stopped shaking, he collapsed on top of her. “Everything is going to be okay, sweetheart.” He pulled back and ran the pad of his finger between her eyes. “I’m going to make sure of that. No one will ever hurt you again.” He kissed her forehead, knowing that he’d never been this gentle with a woman before. Amy brought out this side in him, and the fact she’d given him this moment, this gift, despite the trauma she’d endured, made him feel like the luckiest fucker on the planet.
“I know you’ll take care of me,” she murmured sleepily, even though they had slept all night. He wanted to hold her, inhale her scent, and keep her protected against him. Joker rolled off her, pulled her close to his chest, and kissed the top of her head. He felt her acceptance in every word and every move. She rested her head against his chest, her hand draped on his stomach.
Joker felt the tendrils of his love for her encompass him, but he only felt like his with Amy. His Amy.
Amy opened her eyes and found Joker smiling down at her. “Hello, sleepyhead.”
“Hello,” she said.
Everything they had done together came rushing back. They hadn’t fucked, it hadn’t been seedy. It had been beautiful. They’d made love, come together as one.
“How are you doing in there?” he asked, stroking his fingers over her temple. “Are we still okay?”
“I’m more than okay.” She snuggled closer, running the tips of her fingers over his chest. “I never knew it could be like that.”
“Of course you wouldn’t know how it could be with someone that loved and treasured you.”
“Joker?” She gave him a look.
“No, Amy. You don’t remember him. You were a virgin in every way that was important. I’m not thinking about him and neither are you. That’s an order and I expect you to remember that. I was asking how you were feeling, not about anything else.”
“You’re so bossy. I don’t know if I like bossy.” She scrunched her nose.
“There’s a difference with me, baby.”
“Yeah? What is it?” she asked.
“You like me, so you like me being bossy.”
“That’s weird logic.”
“It’s my logic.”
His cell phone started to ring, interrupting their little moment together. He reached over her looking at the screen. “I’ve got to take this, honey.”
“Okay. I’m going to take a shower and then I’ll make us some breakfast.”
“Good.” Before she moved away, he cupped her cheek, claiming her lips. She gasped as his tongue thrust into her mouth. Opening up to him, she cupped his neck, holding onto him. The cell phone stopped ringing halfway through the kiss.
When it was over, she pressed her head against his. She didn’t want the kiss to end.
“Your phone stopped,” she said.
“I’ll call them back. We’re going to explore this a little more.” He laid a gentle kiss on her lips before getting up.
Releasing a sigh, she watched his naked ass disappear out of the room. “Great, he’s gone.”
Pushing the blankets off her body, she stood up, stretching out. She became aware of the small aches all over. The kind of aches that came from being thoroughly loved.
The mirror across the room caught her attention, and she stood naked staring at herself.
“You did it.”
It wasn’t exactly a hardship. She’d not done anything great or challenging. There had always been a connection between the two of them. From the moment they’d first met as kids, she’d been caught up in his world, loving him. For so long she’d loved him from afar, taking her time to get to know him. Touching the pulse at her neck, she released a groan remembering the way his lips touched her sweet spots. He knew what buttons to press to turn her on. Sliding her hand down her body, she caressed over her breasts. Her nipples were a little redder and swollen from his kisses.
“I belong to Joker.”
Smiling to herself, she held her head up high. There was nothing to be ashamed of. She’d loved Joker for so long, and now she was learning what it was like to be his woman. The thought of him finding anyone else scared her. He’d never pressured her and this morning, it was all on him.
She entered the bathroom, running the water for a shower. She held her hand up to the spray waiting for it to warm up. Once it was ready, she moved under the water, basking in the warmth. She picked up the soap and her sponge and began to lather her body. Her mind kept returning to Joker’s patience that morning. She’d been in charge, not Joker. Setting the pace of their lovemaking had made it a lot easier for her.
Washing the soap down her body, she gasped as she grazed over her nipples. They were hard, and she moved her hand down, hovering over her mound. She couldn’t touch herself.
Amy had never touched her body in that way, never wanting to go that far even with herself.
New you, new life, new chances.
Dropping the sponge she was using, she slowly lowered her palm over her mound, cupping her pussy. Slipping her fingers through her slit, she gasped at the instant pleasure that overcame her. This was hers. Joker had touched her, bringing her to orgasm. This time, she’d bring herself to orgasm.
Running her fingers across her clit, she gritted her teeth, struggling with her own inner battle of what was right and what was wrong. This wasn’t wrong.
Closing her eyes, she imagined Joker’s smiling, approving face. She wanted to be perfect for him, whole. Sliding her fingers down, she plunged them inside her pussy, groaning as she clenched around her digits. With her other hand, she pressed it against the tile wall. All the while, the water of the shower washed over her.
The sensation startled her in its intensity. Brushing her thumb across her clit, Amy couldn’t contain her cry. Freeing her desire, she fought t
he war within her and won.
No one could stop her. She no longer needed to be afraid of the unknown. This was who she was. She was going to become a new woman who intended to grab hold of life and never let go.
Her nipples ached with need. She didn’t dare let go of the tile wall. Leaving her pussy, she stroked her fingers over her clit. Each time she stroked her nub, she felt the beginnings of her orgasm getting closer. Biting her lip, she imagined Joker on his knees in front of her, lifting her leg up over his shoulder.
She became fierce in the strokes over her clit. For the first time in her life, she fantasized about what Joker would do to her. The way he’d touch her, hold her, love her. She wanted to know what it was like to have his lips on her pussy, his touch hard and demanding within her.
It was more than she could stand. Gasping out, Amy threw herself into orgasm thinking about straddling Joker’s cock as he slammed deep inside her. Nothing felt more perfect in that moment than the thought of being with Joker, his cock sliding in her body.
When it was over, Amy couldn’t stop smiling. It was perfect. All of it was perfect. Raising her face to the shower, she finally felt like she was living life, loving life. No one was going to take this moment away from her. Once she finished in the shower, she blew out a breath as her body grew heavy.
Turning off the water, she walked into the empty bedroom. She heard Joker talking somewhere in the house. Dressing in a summer dress, she left the bra and panties in her room. For once in her life she was going to start living dangerously, well, as dangerously as she had ever lived.
“What’s going on, man?” Joker asked. Demon wasn’t the kind of man you ignored and Joker knew he’d pushed his luck with the club recently.
“You’re needed for church. Zeke has another favor and I need you here.”
“A favor? What the fuck are you talking about?”
“It seems our good friend wants to use us to escort his daughter from college back home. He doesn’t trust anyone else and we’re an MC that is known for getting the job done. No one fucks with us.”
“We’re not a fucking escort service.”
“I don’t think he wants us to fuck his daughter.”
“No, but she gets attached to one of the men, we’re all in fucking trouble.” Joker cursed. He didn’t want Amy to hear him and so he made his way downstairs, moving toward the back porch off the kitchen. “I bet she’s some pampered princess who’s used to getting what she wants. Fuck, when do you need me up there?”
“Tonight. He wants his daughter back pretty soon,” Demon said. “Look, he’s given you Amy’s dad and we’re all clear on everything. We pick his daughter up and we’re pretty fucking even. It’s all business from here on in.”
“I don’t know. We keep doing this kind of shit and it’s going to go wrong.”
“Look, it’s a simple thing. We pick the girl up, drop her at her dad’s and we’re all fine,” Demon said. “I don’t want to leave Deanna for long. She’s still getting the hang of club life.”
An idea sprung up in Joker’s mind. “Do you think I could bring Amy over while we do this? It’ll be good for her and Deanna to get to know one another.”
“Do you think she’s ready for that?”
“I don’t have much of a choice really. If I don’t get her used to it then she’ll never be. I won’t stay for long after we make this run. In fact, why don’t I come up with Amy and then Deanna can go with Amy back to my dad’s place? I’ll clear it with Dad for them both to be here. It’ll get both of them out of the clubhouse for a while.” Joker liked the idea of Amy having someone to talk to that wasn’t in with the club. Deanna was Demon’s old lady but hadn’t grown up in the club life.
“Sure. I’ll talk with Deanna. It’ll be interesting to see if the two women get along.”
“Great. I’ll be there shortly. I just have to a call my dad.”
He hung up after Demon said his goodbyes. Putting a call through to his dad, he gave him the heads up about what was going to happen.
“Do you really think Amy’s ready for that kind of involvement?”
“I’m only going to take her to get used to it. Afterward, she and Deanna will be coming back here. I don’t want her on her own right now. I promise you, Pop, Deanna is safe all the way. She won’t cause any stress to Amy.”
“If you think this is what Amy needs then sure, go ahead. I trust you, Son.”
“Thanks, Dad. I appreciate it.”
“Son?”
“Yeah, Dad?”
“I’ve missed you and I can’t think of anyone better to take care of Amy.”
Joker felt a lump from in his throat. Out of all the men in his life, the only one he wanted to impress was his father. Demon was his friend, and all the MC men were important to him, but nothing meant more to him than family. “Love you, Dad.”
“Love you too, Son. Brenda, she’d have been proud of what you’ve done for Amy.”
“Even with Bruce?” He fisted his hand, almost unable to complete the bastard’s name.
“Yes. It doesn’t really matter because I’m proud of you.”
Glancing behind him, he saw Amy in the kitchen.
“I’ve got to go.”
Hanging up the phone, he sent a quick text to Demon to let him know his father was okay with Deanna stopping by. Entering the kitchen, he saw Amy looking through the cupboards. She wore a summer dress that showed off the fact she wasn’t wearing any underwear. The material was sheer and his cock was hard instantly. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and had grabbed a pair of sweats while Amy was in shower before returning Demon’s call.
“Did your call go okay?”
“Yeah, there’s something I want to talk to you about.”
“Can you talk while I make pancakes? I’m starving. I’ve also got bacon, are you good with that?”
“Yeah, load me up woman.” Joker took a seat at the counter, watching her work. “Demon called. He’s president of the Soldiers of Wrath.”
“I know. You’ve told me before; you must think I ignore you.” She smiled at him.
“You’re right,” he chuckled. “Anyway, he needs me to take care of some business and I can’t ignore it. I’ve got to head over there in a little while.”
“Oh, um, okay, sure.”
“I want you to come with me.” He held his hands up stopping her from saying anything. “I’m not going to leave you there while I take care of business. I want you to come with me and meet Deanna. She’s kind of like you. She’s Demon’s old lady. They’re together and I think you’d like her. I’ve spoken to Dad. He’s happy for both of you to come back to his place for the night. I’ll be back tomorrow morning.”
He watched her mix flour, eggs, and sugar together.
“You’re going to be away until tomorrow?”
“Out of everything I said that’s the only thing you noticed.”
She stopped what she was doing and rounded the counter. He swiveled around in his chair and she stood between his thighs.
“I was hoping we could have some fun.” She placed her hands around his neck, moving even closer to him. Although she fought it, he could feel her hesitancy. Joker was so proud of her right now. She was his little fighter.
He cupped her hips, feeling no break in the line. “You’re not wearing any panties. I like it.”
Her cheeks heated to a delightful red: the red of a ripe strawberry ready to be bitten.
“I’m not wearing a bra either.” She leaned forward, showing off her naked state underneath the dress.
“I did say later on, not immediately.” Running his hands up to her breasts, he stroked over her nipples, watching her mouth open a little. She was getting aroused. Her cheeks were flushed, and he thought about her shower. He decided to take a big leap. “Did you touch yourself in the shower?” There couldn’t be any other explanation for her flushed cheeks.
“Yes.”
This is what he liked about Amy. She never lied to him and gave it
to him properly.
“What did you think about?”
“I thought about you.”
Sliding his hand down her dress to the hem of her skirt, Joker watched her eyes. Her eyes were the key to what she was thinking and feeling. She was with him the whole way.
Her stomach growled, interrupting the moment.
“We’re going to eat and one day soon, Amy, you’re going to play with yourself while I watch. Would you like that?”
“Yes, I would like that.”
“Good.” He leaned down, kissing her lips. Even sitting on a chair he was much taller than she was. “Now, go and make me some pancakes.”
She walked back to the stove and heated up a skillet.
He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her.
His cell phone went off and when he looked down, he saw an unknown caller.
“I’m just going to take this outside, baby.”
“All right.”
Answering the call, he stepped outside, closing the door behind him.
“Hello,” Joker said.
“I take it you got my message,” Zeke said, taking him completely by surprise.
“What the fuck are you calling me for?”
“I wanted to let you know we disposed of the body. You did good there. I was actually impressed. For a man of your age and upbringing, you can make quite a mess.” Joker’s stomach turned over. What he’d done to Amy’s father wasn’t something to be lauded.
“What does my age and upbringing have to do with shit?”
“Your father is a tough man, yet he’s pretty much father of the year. You’ve not had a particularly hard life. You’ve got a talent for creating pain and I’ve got a talent for men who like to give pain.”
“What the fuck do you want?”
“I want you to consider a job in the future. I could use a man of your skills.”
“This is not going to happen.”
“Do you really think the Soldiers of Wrath is going to stop this partnership? When they get a taste for the money and the risk, it’s going to be a long profitable relationship, one I intend to keep. All it takes is a call to Demon and your ass is mine, Joker. You need to start thinking about the future with that little step-sister of yours. You want her to be happy then you’ve got to make some sacrifices. We’ll talk soon.”