She had great tits, bigger than high school, with rosy nipples that tightened instantly against his tongue as he pulled them in his mouth. He heard her heavy breathing turn to panting and she slid both hands in his hair to hold him to her, showing him she liked what he was doing.

Jesus.

Carissa.

Going from one tit to the other, he had her pressing up, clutching his hair before he slid down, circling her navel with his tongue, and down, his body coming off her bed.

He curled his fingers around the side of her panties and yanked them off, her body jerking, her half-closed eyes widening in a way that made his stiff cock jump.

He clasped his hands on her hips, yanked her to the edge of the bed and dropped down to his knees.

“Joker,” she breathed.

He said nothing.

Instead, he tossed her legs over his shoulders, seeing her honey curls between her legs glistening, his dick so hard and straining against his jeans, it hurt.

And he liked it.

He dipped in and ran his tongue through her moist.

She tasted good there too.

Perfection.

Her heels dug in and she pushed her pussy into his mouth as she arched on the bed and cried, “Joker!”

Fuck yeah.

He bent in and went down on her, grasping her hips and pulling her deeper into his mouth as he licked her, ate her, sucked her clit, and tongue-fucked her cunt. She loved it, showed it, her legs clamped around him, her sounds drifting down at him or piercing the room sharply. When she slid the fingers of one hand in his hair and those fingers fisted, her noises coming quick and desperate, her body moving frantically in his hold, he knew she was ready.

He lifted up.

“Oh!”

He heard her frustrated surprise as he shoved through her legs and bent to her, looming over her with his hand in the bed.

It was hot as fuck watching her struggle to focus on him even as she clenched a fist in his shirt and tugged it to her, her other hand wandering close to the honey curls between her legs.

“Ready to get fucked?” he asked.

“Yes,” she answered instantly.

Christ. She was gone.

Perfection.

“Baby, gonna fuck you. Ready for that?” he pushed.

She tugged harder on his shirt. “Yes, Joker,” she said impatiently.

He almost grinned.

Instead, he slid his free hand down her belly, knocking hers aside and toying with her curls.

When he did, he watched her lips part and felt her hips lift to deepen his touch.

“Joker,” she begged.

“Say it, Butterfly,” he ordered gently.

Her eyes widened briefly and flared.

Then she licked her lips and he almost lost it watching her do that before she said, “Hurry, sweetheart, and fuck me.”

That’s what he wanted.

That’s what he gave.