The Joker's boisterous, echoing laugh was punctuated heavily by the equally loud, however highly contradictory sound of sobbing as he stepped between his two newest victims, circling them like a vulture around wounded animals. His ears were ringing deafeningly but not due to the two contrasting sounds echoing through the empty building, but rather from that itchy, overwhelming energy that flowed through his body, through his veins, as though laced into his very blood itself. The entire room seemed to be pulsating with every beat of his heart and as he turned to lean down, to loom into the terrified man's face, his scars stretched into a wide, horrible smile.
"So how would you like to die, James?" he asked in a forcefully casual tone, his voice clowny and bouncing off the barren walls around them. "Slowly, with a knife?..." The Joker's black gloved hand disappeared, only to reappear a split second later, wiggling a sharp, shiny knife between his thumb and middle finger, waving it tauntingly in front of the man's tear-streaked, petrified face. When no reply came from James, Joker inched toward him, raising his eyebrows, stretching the smeared black rings of greasepaint around his eyes. "Hm?" he prompted again, tilting his head to one side. However, instead of an answer, all James could muster was another pitiful sob as he shook his head, flinging blood-laced drops of sweat onto the light gray concrete below him. Before him, the Joker made a falsely sympathetic noise with his tongue behind his teeth. "No?" he asked again, his voice wavering with excitement and adrenaline. "Well, since you can't decide, how about we let your wife go first...To give you a little extra time to reach a decis-"
He moved to stand up as he finished his sentence but both spouses let out loud noises of panic simultaneously, cutting him off. Rebecca, James' wife, had let out a short squeak of a scream, just as James shouted a loud 'no' but Joker was already knelt down behind the wife, using the palm of his gloved hand to tilt her head back forcefully.
"No, James," he growled, turning his wife slightly so they could both face her husband as he rested his chin on her shoulder. "See, when you two got married, you both made vows, right?" Joker asked, raising his eyebrows as he nodded at James before turning his head slightly to look sideways into Rebecca's leaking, horrified eyes. "Now, let me see, I'm not married myself but how do those things go..." he began speaking again, this time in a more lowered voice as though trying to recollect a phone number. A moment later, he clicked his tongue with a nod, just before he flicked his wrist, easily flipping open the blade to that knife he had produced moments ago. Rebecca began screaming in earnest as he brought it to the corner of her mouth. "Oh, yeah, I remember now!" he exclaimed with a ravenous, delighted giggle. "Do you, James, take Rebecca, to be your wedded wife?..." he started, gritting his teeth behind his red painted lips as James began screaming, watching from only a few feet of distance as that knife began to split his wife's cheek from the corner of her mouth. Joker continued, taking his time in pulling the knife back toward her ear, to relish in her closed-mouth screams. "Do you promise to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her?" Against his chest, Joker could feel Rebecca's body trembling violently as he switched sides, bringing the knife over to the uninjured corner of her mouth, all while James continued to sob and plead with him to stop. Joker continued once again, turning his head to watch as the razor sharp blade began to split her skin and sinew a second time.
"For better or for worse..." Joker growled deeply, watching closely as Rebecca's already pale skin began to grow ashen, gray, cold beneath the exposed skin on his wrist holding her head back. "In sickness and in health, until death do you part?"
Fortunately, he had timed this perfectly, keeping the movement of his knife slow enough so that by the time he finished speaking, Rebecca had already bled out almost completely and fell heavily to the concrete floor as he released her to land in a thin, slowly thickening pool of her own blood. Across from them, James was absolutely beside himself, his skin white and shimmering with bloody sweat, his entire body trembling so violently, Joker could swear he was having a seizure. His back was bent, his elbows rested on his knees, his hands fisted into his shorter hair as he rocked slightly, the palms of his hands over his ears, pointlessly trying to block himself from hearing the Joker's next words.
"LOOK, JAMES!" Joker shouted, raising his voice into a loud bark, a demonic, rattling sound that practically filled the entire room. "LOOK AT YOUR BRIDE." Rising quickly, Joker stood and moved behind James, using both of his hands to lift his head, shaking him roughly in an effort to force his eyes open. "Look at what happened because of your greed, your need to rat out your partner..." Here, he paused, lowering his voice as he knelt behind James, placing his face just next to his so they could both stare down at the dead, mutilated face of his once beautiful wife. "It's a basic law of physics, James...For every action, there is an equal and opposite re-action...It's unfortunate that your wife had to pay the consequences for your...avarice..." Joker finished his sentence with a low hiss, rising again to begin circling his one remaining victim. "She was really pretty, too...Such a shame-" He was interrupted once more when James' cracked, ruined voice cried out through the buzz of malicious, evil energy resonating through the room.
"KILL ME!" he screamed. "PLEASE JUST KILL ME NOW!"
For a second, as James' hands reached out toward him, Joker thought he was about to clutch the bottom of his coat and actually beg for his life to be taken, which caused him to take a step back and scowl down at the man. However, instead, he reached out, placing both of his hands flat on the floor before him, to practically bow before the Joker. He tsked reproachfully,
disappointedly as he took a step closer and leaned down.
"Ah, James, I really pegged you as more of a fighter, seeing how you're a big, strong policeman...Really thought you'd put up more...effort toward saving your own life." Joker explained, shaking his head as leaned forward to glance up at James' defeated face. His victim seemed to have expended what little energy he had possessed earlier and was now shaking his head slowly back and forth, breathing deeply.
"My wife is dead..." he began in a surprisingly even, astonishingly calm voice. "A freak like you wouldn't understand what it's like...to have someone that you literally do not want to live without...Someone...you h-had...fully planned on spending the rest of your life with...She..." he paused, allowing one final, quiet sob to leave him as more bloody tears dropped from his eyes onto his wife's cold, blonde hair beneath him. "She was everything to me...please...kill me now."
At this, Joker rolled his eyes, but in a split second, had stood up and kicked James hard in the ribs, knocking him over onto his back as another surge of energy flowed through him, dimming his vision and causing his ears to ring loudly again.
"Ya know, you and your wife really were no fun, James. Perhaps being married does that to a person...I wouldn't know." he was saying in something of a casual tone as he placed one foot on either side of James and knelt down to one knee, reaching out with both hands to fit them around the front of his neck. "Although normally, I would leave you alive for a few days, just to prolong your misery..." Joker paused, gritting his teeth as he tightened his grip rapidly. "...-and let you relive those last few precious moments of your wife's life. Let you...bask in the scent of her blood for awhile..." As he spoke, he leaned down, widening his eyes as he stared deeply into James', watching with enjoyment as the life began to drain quickly from behind the blue. "But believe it or not, I do have someone waiting at home for me...and I'm sure she'll be very happy to hear what a wonderful day at work I had..."
The back of the door collided heavily with the wall behind it, echoing like a gunshot through the house as Jayde and Joker stumbled into the bedroom blindly, their lips locked heatedly. The force of the door against the wall caused it to recoil slightly but Joker quickly reached out with his right hand, holding it back to prevent it from hitting them, giving Jayde the perfect opportunity to hastily reach down to untuck his white shirt from his black and gray pinstriped pants. His vest had yet to be undone but seeing how Jayde was finding it rather difficult to pull back from Joker's lips, she merely whined into his mouth frustratedly, tugging impatiently on the top of the clothing. Smirking against her, Joker pulled away, opening his eyes into mere slits to peer down at her as he reached up to begin undoing the buttons, watching the almost crazed, lustful way she licked her swollen lips as she eyed him hungrily. Their breathing had already grown ragged and shallow, making it rather difficult to put any thought into speaking, even just to say hi to each other...Joker had kind of come barging into the house and kissed her, hoping she would get the point that he really needed to fuck without him having to explain. Luckily, as Joker tossed his vest to the side absentmindedly, it seemed Jayde was feeling some of the same pent up energy he was experiencing as she immediately reached down to peel off her tank top.
Within seconds, Joker had moved forward again, using his hands on either side of her waist to pick her up, but just as Jayde expected him to carry her toward the bed, she gasped in both surprise and delight when he practically slammed her up against the wall next to the dresser. Her shoulder blades made sharp contact with the hard surface behind her, but at the moment, it seemed Jayde's body was incapable of feeling anything other than sheer adrenaline, anticipation and pleasure. She moaned, tilting her head back as Joker sank his teeth into the curve of her neck.
"You just killed someone, d-didn't you..." she asked, her voice raspy and desperate as Joker pulled back momentarily, but only to catch her lips quickly. He pulled away after a second, glancing down as he used his hips to pin her to the wall so he could use one hand to unbutton the top button of her jeans.
"Yeah," he answered gruffly, giving clear indication to Jayde of just how badly he needed this; it seemed his impatience was rendering him incapable of coming up with a clever, sarcastic reply to her question. Again, Jayde moaned, tilting her head to the side as Joker returned to trace his previous bite marks with his tongue.
"God, that's so hot..." she groaned, digging her nails into his shoulders as Joker grunted a laugh against her neck. A moment later, Jayde opened her eyes, somehow registering in her foggy brain a hint of hope that he had not taken that the wrong way. It was not the fact that he killed people that turned her on, really, but rather the fact that he more often than not turned to Jayde as a final release for the remainder of that pent-up, ravenous energy that consumed him when it was hunting time. It was the primal, animalistic side of him she found so unabashedly sexy and how he nearly always needed to fuck her, hard, after making a kill. Needless to say, Jayde always strived to make herself available for just such circumstances as this.
It seemed from the way she was pinned against the wall with her knees locked firmly on either side of Joker's narrow waist that it would have been nearly impossible to remove their remaining clothing without her having to stand on her feet at some point and Joker seemed to realize this as he took a step back from the wall, taking her with him. Another split-second later, Jayde was on her back, bouncing slightly at the foot of the bed as Joker practically threw her there and he followed, reaching up with one hand to begin undoing the buttons on his shirt. However, as Jayde sat up, grinning playfully at him, she reached out, impatiently moving his hands so she could curl her fingers around either edge of his shirt and yank hard, popping the remaining buttons from the fabric. The small white buttons could be heard hitting the carpet and bed around them in a series of soft taps and as Joker growled in partial annoyance, his eyes narrowed and Jayde giggled, leaning back to rest on her elbows behind her.
"I really liked this shirt, ya know..." he growled, taking a step closer to the bed as he reached behind himself to pull the sleeves from his arms, watching lustfully as Jayde bit down on her bottom lip, shamelessly eying those delicious cuts over his hipbones leading downward beyond the low line of his black pants.
"I'll fix it for you," she purred, once again sitting up to rest her hands lightly on his stomach, dragging them downward slowly to his black leather belt. Her fingers tucked behind the material against his warm skin, just as she leaned forward to press her lips lightly against his torso. A moment later, she just barely let the tip of her tongue sneak out to trace that groove over his hip, something she knew turned him into an absolute puddle of goo but as Joker suddenly reached out to wrap his hand around the front of her throat, Jayde gasped. Before she could blink, she was on her back again, instinctively parting her knees in preparation for Joker to rest himself between them, but to her surprise, he stayed in place at the foot of the bed, rocking his hips slightly.
The location of his hand around her throat did not unnerve her even in the slightest and she stared up at him, grinning sassily as his eyes roved up and down her exposed torso. She was still wearing her bra and was just about to ask if he wanted her to take that off when he seemed to notice it and reached back into his pocket. Before he had even produced it, Jayde knew exactly what was coming and as the silver glint of a knife caught the sunlight in the room, her eyes flew to it and her grin expanded. It used to be that she had a problem with him cutting her clothes off, but seeing how he usually always replaced them with something new, she had grown to not only allow him to do so but actually enjoy it tremendously. Her breath hitched in her throat as he brought the dull edge of the knife to her sternum before slipping it beneath the strip of fabric between her breasts, to easily sever the material. With a pop, the bra came away from her body, exposing both of her perfectly shaped, perfect handful-sized breasts and the pink, erect nipples that came with them.
Completely abandoning it's place at her neck, both of Joker's hands, knife included, came down to firmly grab both breasts and knead them just roughly enough to hurt slightly. Jayde moaned loudly, her back arching beneath his grip as Joker practically panted in anticipation, his black ringed eyes half-lidded, glazed over and dilated as he watched the glint of his knife against her olive toned skin. He groaned a moment later, his breath leaving him roughly as his hips rocked against the foot of the bed.
"I wanna cut you so bad..." he growled raggedly, pulling the knife away to drag the blunt edge lightly down her torso as though imagining what it would feel like to use the other, dangerously sharp edge instead. Beneath him, Jayde shivered at the feel of the cold metal against her warm skin, giant goosebumps raising up along her arms, causing her nipples to grow almost painful as they hardened again.
"Do it."
These words left her mouth with such swiftness, in such a direct and level tone that she surprised even herself. Her eyes flew open in shock at how quickly she had decided to allow him to do this and her gaze met his, where she found him staring down at her slightly wide-eyed in equal shock. She did not have to tell him twice.
It happened so quickly, Jayde was not even sure he had done it, but as she looked down, her eyes instantly spotted a tiny, quarter inch fleck on her stomach where he had just barely touched her with the tip of the knife and was now staring down at her, watching her reaction to that first, initial test cut. She sighed a moment later, resting her head back down on the bed to close her eyes, silently telling Joker that she had not even felt it and that if he really wanted to, he could go on.
However, after just a second of hesitation, Joker reached out again, pressing the full blade against her torso, just beneath her left breast and began to slowly pull it downward, lightly, as gently as he could manage. Beneath the knife, Jayde moaned in both pleasure and pain, completely shocked and beyond stunned that she was not only actually allowing him to do this, but mildly enjoying it as well. She had never before enjoyed pain, had never ever considered herself a masochist in any sense of the word, but the affect this was having on Joker was driving most of the pleasure she was experiencing. He growled deep in his chest, watching from above as the wake of the blade left a thin, red line down her stomach to her hipbone, where tiny droplets of bright red blood began bubbling to the cuts surface.
It was rather astonishing to Jayde, as she lay there trembling, how gentle Joker was being, how he possessed not just the ability to brutally murder someone with that knife but also the skill to use it gently, as if gliding a feather along her skin. But of course, as was usual with him, it seemed as though he was reading her mind.
Jayde cried out, arching her back sharply as Joker suddenly reached out with two fingers, dragging them down the cut heavily to smear her blood along her torso, groaning deeply as he watched her struggle between pleasure and pain. If she was being honest, it really did hurt now and as Joker brought the knife back a third time, resting the blade delicately against her opposite hip bone, she whimpered, opening her eyes. Joker's attention moved quickly from the knife against her skin to her eyes where his expression appeared to her as slightly frustrated. Her head twitched to the side in the tiniest and slightest of movements, her eyes widened as she prayed Joker would pick up what she was silently hoping to tell him. However, a moment later, he looked back down at her hip, pressing the tip of the knife lightly against her skin.
"If ya can't stand the heat..." he started in a low growl. "...- don't set anything on fire."
Again, Jayde cried out, arching her back slightly in an effort to dig her hips into the bed, to put as much distance between her skin and the Joker's knife as possible although by the time she had taken another breath, he stopped and pulled his hand away. Her chest was heaving slightly, her eyes now open and watching as Joker reached out with both hands, skillfully holding his knife between his middle and ring finger so he could tug hard on the line of her jeans, where a few drops of her blood had already soaked into the denim. The tight material moved cleanly down her legs, past her ankles and feet before he threw them behind him blindly. His eyes then met hers as she panted, watching his deft fingers undo the two, old-fashioned buttons at the line of his black and gray pinstriped pants.
To his surprise, she did not seem entirely turned off or shut down by his cutting, and instead seemed ravenous once again, excited that he had decided to take things to the next step. This forced a smirk to twitch Joker's scars as he reminded himself one more countless time of how he really could not have found a more perfect woman, ever. With his pants finally undone and Jayde practically panting in anticipation before him, Joker reached out, that knife still tucked tightly between his fingers, and he gripped her hips, tugging her toward him forcefully until she was right at the edge of the bed. His heart was pounding hard against the inside of his ribcage and as Joker glanced upward to where Jayde had just been laying a moment prior, his eyes caught sight of a few darkening spots of blood on the white comforter beneath her. A foreboding shiver wracked his chest, causing him to groan as he wondered vaguely whether or not it would be a good idea to fuck Jayde with a knife in his hand, when he was already feeling so wound up...But seeing how he could practically taste the pheromones her body was putting off and could see the way her underwear was sticking to her, there was no way he could help himself at this point...
Jayde had just opened her eyes when she noticed Joker reach out with his empty hand, using one finger to tug her underwear to the side, but just when she expected to feel another warm finger begin to stroke her, she gasped, throwing her head back to arch herself off the bed when Joker suddenly pushed himself into her roughly. Apparently, he had decided the teasing had gone on long enough and was beyond waiting any longer to feel that primal, intimate connection between them. Jayde shivered slightly, her stomach quivering as Joker remained completely still inside her, his eyes open and watching her expression grow from slightly relieved, to confused. Her eyebrows arched as she lifted her head to glance down at his hips. Her mouth opened a second later but she merely whined in frustration, grinding herself against him. Joker shook his head slowly, his black eyes fixed on her blue ones.
"I'll move when I'm ready," he growled dominantly, bringing that knife up from where he had rested it against her stomach; Jayde froze when she felt the cold steel grace her jaw lightly. "Gotta learn to be patient, darling..." he then added, smirking evilly as Jayde stared up at him, defiantly doing her best to ignore the chilling sensation of that knife on her skin, where it now rested delicately against the front of her neck.
Silence descended through the room, a thick, powerful silence where Jayde could swear she could hear his heart beating but after several seconds of Joker just standing there, his thick, solid dick rested completely inside of her, she whined again, more desperately this time as she adjusted her hips in an effort to break this ritual. Again, Joker shook his head back and forth, his smirk expanding a bit to show a few of his teeth.
"Ah, ah..." he warned lightly, his voice clowny yet soft. "Gotta wai-" he went on but stopped mid-word as his breath hitched in his throat. Now, it was Jayde's turn to grin. As he had been about to continue, she clenched her inner muscles as tightly as she could around him, using the wetness and warmth as encouragement, a prodding tease to silently ask him if he really wanted to wait any longer. She knew he had just been asserting his dominance over her, in a pure attempt to show her that he really could control her by displaying how well he could control himself to keep her from getting what she really wanted...but as she clenched around him again, as tightly as she could, she hoped he understood that she had learned how to manipulate him, in more ways than he realized. Again, she tightened her muscles around him, grinning sassily up at him as he let out a low growl...The Joker was losing control.
His gaze had moved from her eyes and his knife down to where he could visibly see her juices leaking out over him, and as she clenched again, more tightly than before, he could not stop himself from groaning deeply, sliding his eyes closed. His hips gave a short involuntary buck of impatience, as though his own body was yelling at him to get to it. But as Jayde giggled softly, his eyes opened to focus on hers where his gaze narrowed irritably.
"Oh, clever girl...thinking you can jus-"
Again, Joker's word caught in his throat with a slight gasp as Jayde clenched the hardest she had yet and he groaned loudly, shaking some of his hair out of his face as he pulled back out of her by several inches. Jayde giggled and was about to ask playfully to go on with what he had been saying when Joker suddenly bucked his hips against hers forcefully, pulling a loud, raspy squeak of surprise from within her. Within an instant, Jayde's formerly playful, bold streak had come to an end and she was now rapidly losing her mind as Joker's hips swung forward and back in a pace that was not necessarily fast, but was instead deep and powerful.
A while ago, Joker had told Jayde confidently that she would never, ever, no matter how hard she tried, find another man who could do this to her like he could, who could have her reaching that so sought-after climax more than once each time they did this. Jayde had never once doubted his words and had decided long ago that she had absolutely no desire to find out if he had been right. As cliché as it sounded, Jayde truly felt as though she could ONLY have sex with this man for the rest of her life and be completely and totally satisfied in every way possible...a tall order for any person involved in a relationship. She hoped and prayed Joker felt the same way about her.
Above her, at the end of the bed, Joker was still standing, his head lowered as he watched himself moving in and out of her at a steady, powerful pace. With his attention completely focused on this, he seemed too distracted to remember that he still held a knife between his fingers where his left, dominant hand remained rested on her still slowly bleeding stomach. Jayde watched him, her eyes roving across his lightly painted features, absorbing and enjoying the way his brow had furrowed in concentration and the way his teeth occasionally rolled his bottom lip beneath them, until he suddenly let out a low growl of a breath as if he had been holding it. His eyes slid closed as he tilted his head back, but only for a moment before he was looking back down at her, having seemingly felt her watching him. A playful grin spread its way across Jayde's lips. At this, Joker took an abrupt half-step back, removing himself from her completely; he raised a hand to twirl one finger in the air. Jayde's stomach fluttered excitedly...this was her favorite.
Turning over, Jayde pushed herself onto her hands and knees, arching her back to toss her hair over her shoulder and look back at Joker standing behind her, watching as he brought his left thumb up to his mouth, to moisten the pad of his finger with his tongue. His half-lidded eyes were fixed on her now dripping entrance, now at a more even level with his hips and he reached out, gently but firmly gliding the damp plane of his thumb along her pussy. In front of him, Jayde shivered, rocking her hips slightly back toward him in a silent plead for him to continue.
In relation to how ravenous and seemingly sex-starved they had acted when Joker had gotten home, it was rather surprising to Jayde how attentive and almost calculated he was behaving, how he seemed to be taking his time, hitting all the right spots, doing things he knew she liked, versus flying into some frenzied fuck where he only worried about getting what he wanted. This really showed Jayde how much he had grown to respect her over the near-on two years they had been 'together'. However, for the time being, Jayde felt she needed to send just a little...encouragement his way...a frenzied fuck wasn't always a bad thing.
Jayde tried not to give any sort of response when Joker finally rocked his hips forward, pushing himself into her, although she had to bite hard on her bottom lip to keep from moaning loudly. There was something about this angle and the size of him that never failed to have her practically screaming his name within moments. Yet surprisingly, Joker was still moving more slowly than usual as though he knew this would frustrate Jayde to no end and he seemed to be taking great pleasure in watching her glance back at him over her shoulder with furrowed, arched eyebrows. He exhaled in a breathy laugh as Jayde whined in frustration, using her knees to rock her hips back toward him forcefully.
"Damnit, Joker, FUCK me!" she then suddenly exclaimed, throwing her hair further over her shoulder so she could glare back fully at him and only then did Joker growl a laugh.
"That's what I was waiting for..."
With that, Jayde cried out, her voice cracking slightly in a raspy moan as Joker suddenly bucked his hips and flew into that powerful, painfully rough rhythm, thrusting so deeply, Jayde could swear he was hitting the inside of her belly button each time his hips made contact with the rounded cheeks of her ass. His breathing was now labored and heavy, ragged as his thumbs dug into those perfect, identical dimples on the small of her back, his other eight fingers splayed wide and tightly gripping her dangerous curves, pulling her hips back toward him in perfect time with his thrusts. Jayde's jaw had since dropped as her cheek grew closer and closer to the comforter beneath her, her back arching more sharply by the second. It was in times like this, where Jayde was perfectly incapable of making any sound at all but always managed a loud cry at one point or another. Joker used that moment as his cue to ask her a question.
"Who's pussy is it..." he growled, his voice deep but loud enough to be heard over the rush of her blood pounding in her ears. Jayde whimpered, tossing her hair away from her face.
"Yours, Joker," she answered in a breathy, raspy cry. He hummed delightedly in his chest at her reply.
"Mine..."
This word had barely left Joker's throat in a loud growl before he reached around her hip quickly, using the cold metal handle of that nearly forgotten knife to rub deeply against her clit. Jayde cried out, rocking backward against Joker's thrusts to practically dig herself against him, begging for the release that he was so deft at bringing on her. He had memorized every single thing that took her to that point and it had gotten to where Jayde didn't necessarily need to do anything but allow Joker to have complete and total control...However, every once in a while, she did like to tease him mid-stride...just for the fun of it.
Being infinitely careful not to let the blade of the knife touch her stomach, Jayde abruptly and quickly moved away from Joker on her knees, toward the head of the bed, forcing him to slide out of her. With her eyes slightly widened, Jayde looked back at him over her shoulder to where he now stood at the end of the bed several feet behind her, looking slightly confused but also slightly annoyed in the most unabashedly sexy way possible as his chest heaved evenly, deeply. His already parted lips were licked quickly, in preparation to ask just what the fuck she thought she was doing by interrupting him, but instead of allowing him to ask, she explained, grinning playfully back at him as she swayed her hips from side to side.
"Come get it..." she purred, narrowing her eyes onto his as Joker glared down at her. An instant later, he had thrown the knife in his hand to the side where it collided with the wall in a loud, metallic thud before he climbed onto the bed and was to her in seconds. His hands reached her first where he used them to grab her hips roughly, tightening his grip to pull her back toward him by a half-foot in one seemingly effortless motion. Jayde's eyes squeezed shut, her head flew back and her body tightened into a sharp, concave arch as Joker forced himself into her yet again, his low, animalistic growl indicating that he had had quite enough of their sexual games for one encounter. Jayde knew he liked it when she played with him but she always thoroughly enjoyed the way it both frustrated him and turned him on...it always led to one or both of them getting off.
Through his years of experience in these sort of situations, Joker had learned and perfected his ability to hold off and time his release to where he could finish just moments after the girl did and with Jayde, this art was particularly easy and rewarding. The signs of her oncoming release were always tell-tale and Joker had memorized her body so thoroughly, he could practically sense when she was going to finish, probably before she even realized it. So once he had brought his fingers around her hips to rub deep circles around her clit, her noises diminished until she could only manage a soft squeak every so often. She was close and so was he...Joker held off.
Moments later, her walls began to quiver and contract into a surprising level of tightness, forcing a deep, steady growl from Joker's chest as he closed his eyes. He could feel her thighs trembling against his hand- another sign that she was growing closer. It was upon them, she was about there and with just a few...more...seconds...
Joker groaned as Jayde let out the most beautiful, perfect cry of pleasure he had ever heard while hot, slick cum leaked out over him from inside her, easing his movement and making his own impending release almost unbearable to resist. Truthfully, he could continue on for at least another hour, probably get her off a few more times before he really needed to finish, but Jayde was practically writhing in front of him, panting and whimpering as her release began to drip down her legs and Joker could not fight it any longer.
His breath escaped him in a series of rough pants as he bucked his hips several last times, reaching as deeply as he could, spilling himself into her heavily. Before him, Jayde shivered, just as she always did, and he took that to mean that she could feel him cum and liked the way it felt spilling deeply into her. He had to admit...deciding to have a vasectomy had to have been the best fucking decision he had ever made in his life.
For several long moments, Joker remained in place, rocking his hips slowly back and forth, easing both he and Jayde down from their orgasms, taking the time to gently massage any remaining tension their bodies were feeling and by the time he pulled back, Jayde was beyond ready to collapse onto her stomach and did so a bit less than gently. Joker watched from his place on his knees, grinning breathlessly down at her as she giggled into the bed and turned onto her side to peer up at him from one squinted blue eye. With a huff, she blew a long curly tendril of her hair from where it had landed on her face.
"Have a nice day, dear?" she asked with another breathy giggle. Joker nodded, leaning down over her to press his lips to hers.
"You have no idea..."
A/N: THEY'RE BACK! I missed these two crazies and I'm sure you all did too. You know the game- leave me a review and that next installment gets posted faster! This will be a three-part one-shot, something I've started to refer to as a three-shot, so if you already know the jyst of this little mini-story, PLEASE for the love of all things Joker, keep it to yourself! DON'T RUIN THE SURPREESE! LEAVE A REVIEW! -QoM