Joker's Wild (Vegas Underground 5)

I stop spanking and circle my palm over Desiree’s heated skin. She moans softly. More like a hum or a purr. That’s it—she’s purring. I slide my fingers between her legs, and I’m not surprised when I find she’s sopping wet. Her flesh is slick and swollen, welcoming to my touch. Two fingers slide in her easily, gliding in and out. I reach for the bottle of lube with my other hand and pop it open with my thumb.

“You ready for your ass-fucking, baby?” I pry her cheeks apart with the fingers of one hand and squirt a dollop of lube over her asshole.

“No,” she says, a sullen teenager tone to her voice. It’s so fucking cute I want to kiss her senseless, but instead I pop her ass.

“Wrong answer, doll.” I go in immediately, massaging her anus, applying gentle pressure until she relaxes and lets my finger in. Her vocalizations go wild the minute I penetrate her ass, raising in pitch, never stopping. I use my finger to stretch her, get her used to the sensation of having something in her ass. “That’s it, baby. Submit. This is the ass-fucking you’ve been begging for since the minute you got here.”

Her pussy drips moisture, moans grow louder.

I pull my finger out and slap her ass. “Bend over the bed, baby.” I slide her off my lap and arrange her so her butt is out and ready for me. “If you take my cock like a good girl, I’ll let you touch yourself while I punish you.”

She doesn’t wait for permission. At the suggestion, she immediately slides her hand between her legs and starts working her slick folds, which makes my aching cock even harder.

I unzip my pants and free my erection, then lube it up good. Pushing her cheeks apart, I line the head up with her anus. “Take it,” I tell her, pushing without any force.

She draws in a breath, then lets it out, and the tight muscles yawn to let me in. I ease in slowly, stretching her wide, filling her.

I sense her fingers working frantically between her legs, giving her clit the stimulation she requires to make this pleasure and not discomfort.

“Is this how you thought it would go, doll? In those fantasies of yours?”

“Yes,” she moans. “Junior, please.”

I’m shaking from holding back. Cristo, I want to pound into her until she screams, but I know better. I go ever-so-slowly, straight in, back out, taking care not to over stretch her. “What do you need, baby? You want it harder?”

“No!” she yelps. “Yes. Wait, I don’t know.”

I chuckle. “Don’t worry, doll. I’m gonna take care of you. I know just how you need to be fucked tonight, and I’m gonna give it to you right. You like having your ass fucked by me?”

She whimpers.

“Hmm?”

“Yes—I don’t know. Please.”

“Please let you come? Not until I do. You know the rules. This ass belongs to me tonight, and I’m going to fuck it good before I let you get off. Capiche?”

“Capito, capito, capito. Junior. Ohmygod. Junior. What are you doing to me? Jesus, that’s good. That’s so good. So crazy. Oh wait, it’s too much. It’s too much. Wait, please. More. Oh God. Junior.”

I let the wave of Desiree-sex-babble roll over me, another hit of pleasure to my senses. The sound of my woman about to combust.

I hold her hips and increase my rhythm, still careful not to get rough or erratic with my thrusts. “You sorry now, baby? Good and sorry?”

“Ohmygod, Junior, I’m so fucking sorry. Please, please, please let me come. I have to come. I need to come right now. Oh please, Junior, please finish. I need more. I need it to be over. I need it so bad.”

If I had fewer scruples, I would record her sex babble to re-listen at my leisure. It’s like a fucking siren’s song, making me crazy with need.

My fingers dig into her hips and I slap against her ass on my way in. I stay in close and bump-bump-bump in and out while she howls with need.

Fuck, I’m going to come. Before I even know it, I’m there. I push in and stay, coming in her ass as I run my hands up and down her back in the sudden release of pleasure.

Not sure if she came, I thrust my hand under her hips to help her, penetrating her pussy and grinding the heel of my hand over her clit. “Come, baby.”

“It’s too much,” she wails, but she does come, her anus tightening with her pussy, drawing an aftershock of release out of me.

“That’s it, baby,” I croon. I keep moving my fingers inside her until she relaxes, a limp doll beneath me. Then I work to extricate my body from hers. “Come here, angel.” I tug her hips to pull her to her feet.