Heat of the Moment
A/N: After re-watching Suicide Squad and realizing that I find the psychpathic Joker awfully attractive; this fic was born purely out of my own overactive imagination. This will be a reader-insert story because I've been dying to write one since I find it much easier to write. I don't know if this will be an ongoing fic yet, it all depends on the reception I receive be it positive or negative. Don't be shy about leaving a review of your thoughts. Enjoy!
Side Note: I am currently working on chapter six of In My Dreams for those who are waiting impatiently for me to get over writer's block.
Disclaimer: I do not own any DC characters featured in this story nor did I make any profit off of it.
The crisp chill of the night air was extremely unpleasant against your skin, icy cold biting into your goosebumped covered flesh just barely concealed under your raunchy attire. Dressed in a low cut tight fitting black lace dress that displayed your cleavage and staunchly hugged your curvy figure in the most appealing way. Complete with tall clear platform heels that you'd spent nearly three hours practicing walking in before you came. It wouldn't be a good look to faceplant in public in the new heels you just purchased a few days prior. If you were honest, you'd picked them because they made you feel like the baddest bitch on the planet with each step you took. Moreover, it wasn't that often you were invited out to party and got to dress up nicely with a face full of makeup.
Honestly, you wish you were a girl that always looked good in selfies or just naturally pretty enough to keep constantly updating your social networking pictures. Unfortunately, you happened to be one of those girls that gets spruced up once every four months and every other day you looked like you haven't slept for ten nights.
You and your friends - Candice and Diamond had been standing in line to get into one of Gotham City's most famous nightclubs for about ten minutes and they were nearly at the guarded entrance. Luckily they'd arrived at an earlier time, according to Diamond the line would usually stretch around the corner and most people wouldn't be able to get in after a certain time. While two were still overly excited and enthusiastic about a night on the town, you were more or less neutral about the venture, especially since it was so chilly out.
The three of you were celebrating your long awaited visit to the city after not seeing each other for years after they'd moved away from New York to New Jersey. Although Candice and Diamond were actually blood cousins, even though you all considered each other childhood friends, with you being their honorary cousin by default. When people asked you usually told them that you all three of you were related.
The general chatter from the line and faint thumping from the music on the inside was keeping you distracted for a few moments as you waited impatiently for the bouncer to allow more people in, shifting on your feet.
Another breeze caused a shiver to make its way through your body, making you wrapping your arms even tighter around your frame, forcing your attention out of your thoughts. As a New York native, you should be well adjusted to cold fall temperatures such as this only you really just prefer warmer temperatures and just plain hate the cold. Having caught one too many common cold's by being both underdressed and overdressed. By this point, you were pretty much over it.
Once the big burly bouncer allowed access into the entrance, you nearly wept in relief as warm air engulfed your tense form. There wasn't even time to luxuriate in the feeling before your breath was taken away at the sight of the club. And it truly was a sight indeed.
"Damn. I knew it was nice but I didn't know it was this nice." Diamond laughed, her eyes also overlooking the exquisite embellishment of the establishment.
The club was definitely the most lavish establishment the three of you had ever seen. Neon and strobe lights were blaring radiantly high above on the mirror like ceiling which beheld the myriad of dancing bodies on the dancefloor. There were barely clad women dancing on raised circular podiums with metal poles. It instantly reminded you of an exclusive boutique nightclub type vibe.
"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's get on the dancefloor and shake some ass." Candice stated as she took hold of her friends hands and lead them unto the brimming dancefloor, dancing along the way.
For the next hour or so, Diamond, Candice and you friends dance and throw back drinks like nobody's business. Frankly, you'd lost track of the amount of embarrassing snapchat videos that were taken in the process. The night was turning out way better than you expected it would be. It was crazy since you weren't that much of a drinker in the first place and didn't exactly have the best tolerance for alcohol while your friends were already seasoned drinkers by the age of eighteen. You were mildly surprised that your feet haven't started screaming in distress with how much moving your were doing both on and off the dance floor.
While Diamond was currently preoccupied grinding on a guy she'd recently hit it off a couple of months ago with on the dancefloor - Candice was drinking and chatting it up at the bar with the bartender much to your surprise. Usually she wouldn't be bothered to give any guy the time of day, you briefly wondered what kind of magic powers this guy had to have to get her attention. Regardless, they seemed to really like each other despite being complete strangers.
Desperately needing a break and not wanting to cockblock in any way, you'd done your own thing by standing off near the bar and the dancefloor to keep a close eye on the other two. You felt entirely responsible for their well-being, since you knew how lit your friends could get if you let them. Besides someone needed to be sober enough to guide them back home and you weren't feeling all that tipsy to the point of being incoherent just yet. You did, however, have to go use the bathroom.
Carefully attempting to maneuver your way through the crowd of moving bodies towards a set of open double doors being illuminated by a bright pink, a few people still managed to bump into you despite your efforts. A woman turned to give you a stank look, lips fixing in sneer which you recuperated in full. You had absolutely no intention of fighting in a club, in city you'd never been in, and risk being thrown in jail but that didn't mean you wouldn't. You were never above any behavior where someone could get their ass whooped for trying you.
Fortunately, the woman was smart enough back down and go her separate way before things could get really ugly between the two of you.
After passing through the adjoining doors looking down the long tinted hall for the bathroom and running into about three locked doors, it took little to no time to summarize that you were indeed lost. After going up some stairs and roaming through the winding corridors, you were now positive that you wouldn't be able to find your back back into the club area with your friends despite being able to still hear the music pounding in the background. Now horribly irritated after wandering the hall for the past five minutes, you were just prepared to give up when the sound of a hushed tone reached your ears. Somewhat curious and in need of some help, you followed the voice until you came to a door that was slightly ajar, the sound of your heels clicking like horseshoes.
Peeking your head around the corner you observed a closed off, partition like area that overlooked the entire club as a whole - to you it look like an exclusive VIP section. Although the view was limited you could precisely make out about two figures talking amongst themselves, obviously they were doing business. One man regular looking businessman dressed in black suit, perhaps a politician of some sort. The other, however, was an entirely different story.
Poised and seated comfortably in a large chair that resembled a throne, his features were beyond striking. With sleek green hair and pale skin and the most beautiful crystalline blue eyes you'd ever seen. There were expensive looking rings on his fingers and gold chains around his neck. The man was adorned in a button up white dress shirt and perfectly pressed slacks. His bow tie was undone, hanging loosely near his openly exposed upper chest which was decorated with various tattoos. His steady, unwavering gaze spoke volumes, he was pissed about something. What it was exactly - you hadn't the faintest clue.
You realized that you shouldn't be snooping on this interaction any further but the noisiness on your part was begging to know more. To know what exactly was going on. A low growling voice brought you out of your musing and back into the fold as its tone filled the space with menacing authority.
"You know if I didn't know any better Mr. Wilson...I'd think you and your associates were stealin from me."
You watched as the other man scrambled frighteningly for an explanation. "Of course not! We would never even think of stealing from you!"
"Oh I don't care what you're thinking of. All I know is that totals are coming up incorrect. And that means someone is fucking with my property." He snarled as he leaned in close. " You don't fuck with my property."
You could see that other man pale and tense up anxiously at the words that mirrored a threat. By this point you knew you had no business continuing to spy and yet you still didn't move. Even the man when pulled out a purple gun from the holster you didn't even notice was strapped across his broad chest.
You realized you had no idea who these people were and what kinda shady activities they were into but you could gather that clearly the strange looking man was the other man's boss.
"You don't wanna get on my bad side do ya?" He asked lowly, patting the gun against the scared man's head.
"N-no sir."
A high pitched laugh rang out in response. "Are you sure? Are you really, really sure?" He gibed, leaning into the man's personal space, gripping the man by his jaw painfully to which the man could barely nod.
"Frost. Hand me the pliers."
"Ya see. I'm having a little trouble believing you right now. I can't believe a word that comes out of your disgusting liar mouth." He sneered. Even when the tool was placed in his hand he didn't once stop taking. "Oh I know! I know how you can prove it. Your trust to me."
The pliers were then waved in the man's face. "Why don't you give me a great big smile?" He proposed, his face lively with clear elation. "Go on. Give it to me. Let me see those pearly whites!"
You could see the man's face already severely contorted and the grip of his face obviously wasn't going to be loosened, how he was going to try and pull off a smile was beyond doubtful.
When the man attempted to give his best impression of a smile, the pair of pliers were shoved near his mouth, tightly clamping around a tooth before it was yanked out altogether. The sight and cry of pain startled you enough to force you to pull your eyes away and lean against the wall in disbelief. Whoever these guys were, you didn't need any more convincing that they were in fact the real deal. This was a dangerous thing you were doing.
Shoving the shaking man back into his chair, the pale man briefly inspected the forcefully yanked out tooth in his possession. "Well then...now that you've proved your trust to me. I think we all can rest assured that the money will be delivered on time and that we won't have another mishap like this again. Are we clear?"
"Y- yes sir." The man answered, his mouth filled with bleed.
"Good. Cause I won't have this conversation a second time. Now get the fuck out. You're ruining my good time." He commanded, waving an impatient hand.
The man hurried towards the door in and panic which you quickly scrambled to hide behind, watching as he ran down the hall, most likely to find the exit. Frankly, you should've followed him but you had chosen to risk stupidly another glance into the room. While the strange man was ordering his goons, you noticed that his attention had been drawn elsewhere when one of them cut him off to inform him of an issue. Leaning in closer, you followed their gaze to a row of screen monitors that were unequivocally connected to various cameras in different areas inside the club. One monitor you noticed in particular was clearly focused on a hallway, the very same hallway you could be seen eavesdropping in.
This horrible realisation coupled with that fact you know you'd now been caught made panic rush through your entire frame. Before the men could even turn on you, you hurriedly raced down the hall in the direction you'd watched the bloodied man run, feet pumping so fast you forgot you were even wearing high heels.
Despite previous difficulty, you managed to find the main room in a blind panic, moving through the crowd briskly, not once caring if you bumped into anyone at this point. Once you reached the bar, you ordered a drink to ease your frayed nerves, downing it in an instant. You just needed a quick drink and you would find your friends and leave this place. You prayed to God that they wouldn't be able to find you in the crowd. Keep a low profile was your best bet.
"Well, hello there beautiful." You recognized the voice immediately, the blood in your veins chilled. "You know it's really impolite to spy." The very sight of him standing near, flashing memorizing metal teeth makes you tense up and your chest tight. You didn't miss the fact that he was flanked by multiple men, his subordinates you saw in the back.
Immediately, you tried to come up with a plausible explanation. "Listen, I'm really sorry about that. I got lost on my way to find the ballroom and I was planning on asking for help when I heard voices."
"Is that so?" He purred, head tipping a fraction, smile never leaving his face. "Why don't you ah, accompany me back to my office." He suggests, placing an icy hand on your lower back, pristine blue eyes dangerously inviting. You already knew you didn't have a choice since he was already guiding you towards the back once more. There wasn't even time to decline and tell him you were responsible for looking after two other people who, speaking of which were nowhere to be seen. This was just your luck - to be find yourself in this sort of trouble on your first night in the notorious city of Gotham of all places. Talk about a night gone wrong.
"Uh...okay." You mumbled lowly, allowing him to escort you back to the forbording office, the men with him were instructed to wait outside and the door closed with a haunting clink. Instead of retaking his place in the grand chair, he chose to sit on a nearby plush looking couch, lighting a hidden cigar from a silver box. Extending a hand towards the place next to him in a bid for you to take a seat. Which you did quickly.
Once again, you began to think of ways you could to talk yourself out of the current predicament. "Um. You look familiar. Have we met before?" It wasn't a lie or a tactic. He really did look somewhat familiar to you. Like you knew him from somewhere.
"Oh I'm sure if I'd met such beautiful little lady like yourself before I would've remembered." He answered with sinister charm coating every inch of his voice. "What's your name little lady?"
You hesitated for a few moments, watching as his eyes narrowed a fraction. "It's _." You said. "What's yours?"
"Oh. You can just call me...Mister J." He remarked with a smile."
"Mister J huh? Is that short for something?"
"You ask too many questions little lady." He sung.
"You asked me a question first."
Mister J frowned, not at the comment but at the lack of fear on her face. He was beginning to think she did not know how he was exactly. And that bothered him. He wasn't all that concerned with her spying on him and his cohorts as he should have been in the moment. He'd decided that she was too much of a novelty to punish. Besides...there were other things she was good for.
"Where ya from little lady?"
"Well I'm from down south but I've lived in New York my whole life. I'm here visiting some friends I haven't seen for years. They thought that coming to this club would show me a good time." You explained.
Mister J let out a boisterous laugh. "I'm certainly honored that they would chose my club to come to for enjoyment."
In the back of your mind, you thought he might have owned this place. It certainly explained a great many things.
"Oh is that right?" You didn't like how hard his eyes were regarding you at this moment. It was making your body flush and its temperature rise steadily. You were attracted to him there was no doubt about that. But after all you'd seen tonight, you'd determined that he was bad news. Really. Really bad news. Additionally, there was nothing appealing to you about sleeping with a complete stranger right after the two of you just met. And in this case your discomfort was magnified by ten.
"Are you enjoying my wonderful establishment so far."
"Yeah. It's just that... after a while it got a bit boring. I mean the music is great and the scenery is nice but besides people-watching there isn't really isn't any exciting going on. It got tedious really quick for me."
Placing tattooed hand over his heart, the man made a hurt face. "My my my how you wound my pride. If it were anyone else I'd feel insulted. Though I respect your honesty."
You could feel his hot breath as he leaned in closer to your flushed face. "But don't you worry one bit. Oh I can provide you allll the entertainment you'll ever need."
"Thank you but I respectfully decline." You said.
"Little ladies who get caught snooping around don't get to make those kinds of decisions. Listening in on issues you shouldn't. As far as I'm concerned...you're in big trouble with me." He teased, through his tone was deadly serious.
In that moment, your heart dropped to your feet. You knew how men in a position of power operated - if you denied him his wants, it could very much spell calamity for you. In a last ditch effort, you attempted to convince him to let you walk away.
"So um...my friends are probably worried sick waiting for me to get back to them. I need to head back now."
"They're fiiinnnneeee. Sit back down." He urged. "Have a drink with me."
"I can't. I didn't tell them I was leaving and-"
"Don't make me ask you twice beautiful." His tone sounding much darker, the lighter expression on his face seemed as if it had changed at the drop of a dime into something much more threatening.
When he saw the expression of your face, Mister J put out the cigar in an elaborate ashtray on a nearby table. "I am what's known as a man of hard countenance."
"W-what does that mean?" You asked.
"It means when I tell someone to do something, they fuckin do it. Understand."
At that your brows knitted together, smart mouth offering a response before your brain knew what was happening. "I understand. I understand that there's not a man alive that can tell me what to do."
Eyes narrowed menacingly Mister J regarded her with a disapproving gaze before red lips broke into a smile. "I like you little lady. I like you a lot. Let's play a little game."
One of your brows lifted in question knowing that his intentions were entirely sinister. "What kind of game?"
"A fun game. A follow instructions game."
It dawned on you - the kind of man he was. He was not the man you stole from, not the man you spy on, and most certainly not the man you play games with. You shift uneasily on your feet but decide to take the bait anyway. "Okay. What's it called?"
"Hmmm let me see." He said mockingly, as he pressed a hand to his chin pretending to contemplate his clear already made choice. "Let's play...simon says." He stated evenly, looking over your confused expression and long blinking eyelashes. "That's a fun game right?"
For the people dueling out the demands perhaps.
"Now why don't we start with a beginner trial huh?" He insinuated with a smile, metal grill making a full reappearance. "Simon says...listen to everything Mister J tells you to."
Your didn't dare offer a single defiant rebuttal lest you be missing a few teeth before the night was over. And you happen to like your teeth very much. So with great reluctance you gave a small barely noticeable nod.
He released an excited laugh, perking up immediately and watching her expectantly. "See! We're already off to a great start!"
He licked his lips when he made his next request. "Simon says turn around and face the opposite direction."
It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that he was leering at your backside. Not even remotely surprised when two hands massaging the plump round globes, since one of the most notable features about you was your ass - which attracted all sorts of attention. Mostly unwanted. Only now you were feeling incredibly shy with all the attention he was giving you.
"So tense...let me see what I can do about that."
It was then he turned you around and directed you to sit next to him on the sofa in one swift movement almost making you dizzy. Bewildered you stared wide eyed at his somewhat handsome but mainly unusual visage, now fully aware of his sudden change in bearing.
Just what is happening right now? You thought.
Every muscle in your body suddenly tensed as he released you and you watched quietly as the man retrieved two glass and filled them with an expensive looking alcohol beverage. The brown liquid swirling smoothly in the glass as he poured it then offered it to you.
"Here. Let's have that drink now." The moment blue eyes met your hazel ones, a coldness started building in your form as you beheld his unchanging expression beheld scandalous intentions that he no doubt planned to inflict on you. By this point, you could only hope he'd let you leave after you both shared this drink together. Since your gut was currently screaming at you to get out of this situation as quickly as possible.
With a heavy heart you accepted the drink, the glass feeling weightless and cold in your anxious hand. The man lifted his glass in a toast, waiting for you to repeat the action before you both threw it back. Unbeknownst to you, he was watching as you took a small sip and didn't quite finish. Mostly because this was probably the strongest drink in the world and wasn't that easy to gulp down.
A lone hand reached out to stroke your exposed thigh lightly. "Such beautiful brown skin…"
"Thank you...I guess." You shrugged, you hadn't meant for your answer to come out like you were questioning the nature of his observation, it just so happened to sound that way.
"Sweet gorgeous gal...would you like my company tonight?"
One of your brows raised at this. "Aren't I already in your company?"
Mister J clicked his teeth and wagged a finger at you. "Not in the sense that you mean."
You didn't exactly know what that meant so you turned your gaze to the glass in your hand, grip tightening minutely around it. It looked appealing enough to smash over his head but you doubted you'd live long enough to be able to tell about it.
In your reverie you weren't paying any attention to the subtle movements he was making until it was too late.
In a move that was too fast to fully comprehend, a strong arresting hand captured your jaw and a pair of lips crushed unto yours. Shocked beyond comprehension, you could do nothing but sit in acute silence, complete incapable of resisting. Before long a long tongue forced your mouth open, expelling the contents of what was in his mouth into yours.
The bitter tasting alcoholic drink did its part in washing the small pill down your throat and into your stomach, just as adrenaline began its damaging trek through your system. Pulling back and staring down unto your startled, shaken face, once more flashing gleaming metal.
"That's it gorgeous, swallow it down...I promise it'll make you feel good."
Straightaway panic reached the forefront of your mind turning your somewhat sensible but desperate thoughts deleterious. "What did you give me?" You asked, a hand shooting up to your mouth.
He leaned back on the sofa, an arm thrown carelessly over the back of her side of the couch, like he didn't just slip her what was likely a drug. "Oh just a little something to calm your nerves. It's sure to help you, ah, relax. You won't have to worry about being so tense anymore."
He chose to slide closer and you tried your best to lean away without it being noticeable. "Consider the pill as just a little kick for measure...besides I can make you feel even better." He whispered in your ear, hot breath encouraging the unmanageable trembling.
That's when you started to feel the effects kicking in - your muscles to soften and mind to delay for a short time. There was also a slight change in your visual perception, it was like you were watching things take place from the inside of a long dark tunnel through everything was greatly enhanced. The worst part you presume is - the unbearable heat that's slowly overtaking your frame from the inside out with a vigor that was causing a faint sheen of sweat to developing on your forehead. A tingling sensation in your genitals was telling it all - he has given you some sort of aphrodisiac.
You gripped your thighs together uncomfortably, a large blush forming as you began gasping in strained breaths in a desperate attempt to relieve an unidentifiable ache.
"Do you know what beautiful women do to me" Mister J's rich voice queried lowly and you felt a chill run through your form. His smile slightly fading away. "Maybe I'm asking the wrong question. Do you know what I do to beautiful women?"
Every crevice of your mouth was licked and tasted as you felt his hand drift down between your legs to tease the quivering flesh there.
"There's nothing wrong with causing a little chaos everywhere you go. Otherwise the world would be a boring place. So dull and mundane."
"See me...I like to sprinkle a bit of havoc here and there from time to time. Wreaking things that people consider most important - just to give them multiple perspectives in life. You might not understand it now but you will."
But not before making you a lewd offer that sent shivers up your spine. "Even more so, wreaking things is just embedded in my nature. So what do ya say little lady? Wanna get wrecked tonight?"
Although it was mainly a color filled blur, the car ride was spent being kissed, touched and groped sensually. Of all the things that could've possibly happened, you had no idea that the beginning of your interaction with one another would ultimately lead to this.
The next thing you knew, you were dropped unceremoniously on a king sized bed with silk sheets in a notably lavish bedroom. Mister J stood appraisingly above you smiling down with lascivious intent like you were his prey; making your stomach knot with anticipation. You could tell he would make good on his promise of wrecking you as you peered up at the man from under fluttering lashes. Heat was still pooling in your tummy, igniting a fire that threatened to burn your entire body alive, already feeling like your body was afloat and would melt into the sheets.
You panted into the air, your body teaming with all sorts of euphoric sensations. That pill had you feeling effects you couldn't even describe let alone handle, leaving you practically aching for any sexual contact.
You willed him to say something or more properly do something. Anything.
"Are you going to stand there staring at me?"
He lets out a tumultuous laugh at your bold, taunting choice of words, like it amused him, which it clearly did. Then he gave you a look of hunger and lust in his luminous blue orbs. It spoke volumes. Tonight he would have his fill of you. Even now you could make out a very noticeable rise within the fabric of his slacks. After another second of brazen glaring, he leaned down to kiss and lick her exposed neck passionately.
"You don't even understand do you? The things I'm gonna do to ya?" He husked into your exposed ear before flicking a wet tongue into it.
Mister J's strong ringed fingers gripped your chin, leaning down to crush his lips against yours while the other ravenous hand hiked up your dress up over your stomach. He then pulled back to look at you - uttering words that had your heart beating furiously. Your panties were thoroughly soak by this point.
"I'm going to fuck you in ways your mind cannot possibly comprehend."
You blushed at the raw dominance in his growling voice, the mere greedy undertone of it had your throat going dry as his eyes visually caressed the expanse of your excited features and state of mind. To be under the control of a dangerous man like him was...exhilarating.
Mister J's shifted so that his weight pressed intimately against your body and a strong, restricting hand imprisoned both of your wrists above your head roughly. "And to think you've gotten yourself in all this trouble because you wanted to snoop around in other people's business."
Heady blue orbs carnally assessed your chest heaving, gasping for the air you could could barely draw in.
Mister J's bigger form pressing you firmly into the lightness of the bedding. A rough hand fisted your curly tresses, effectively keeping your head where he wanted it, not allowing movement of any kind. He watched hungrily as your dazed eyes wandered around. His fingers circled indulgently over your clit, successfully coating his fingers in your wet essence of desire. A lone finger caressed over the sensitive walls of your cunt with tormenting languor.
"You're enjoying this aren't you? Dirty girl."
You were still panting to the point you were practically struggling to catch a single breath, which was nearly impossible to properly take in.
"I can do anything you want me to." "All you have to do is ask."
You were a sucker dominant men, men who could and would forcefully break down your cheeky, impertinent behavior and reduce you into a pathetic display of of simpering submissiveness. In the back of your mind, you knew that the moment he slid inside you - all the taunting and games would end abruptly. Any defiance would be shattered effortlessly.
Suddenly you felt callused hands sliding up your thighs and beneath your dress; pulling the fabric up and over your head before finally throwing it clear across the room. Completely baring lace panties to the room and to his leering, lascivious gaze.
Like him staring at the sight of your unclothed pussy for the very first time, you could see the yearning intensify on his features as of course you were not unfamiliar with the intricacies of sexual activity.
You feel the heat of his breath against your seeping clit, as he spread your legs wide open and pushed then up towards your shoulders. He dives right in with no hesitation, sucking the delicate nub in his ravenous mouth. Practically bathing you with his tongue. Almost immediately you were mewling and squirming fingers digging into the fabric beside your hips.
"Ohhh….ah."
His tongue was lapping at you like his life depended on it, prodding every inch of your folds, soaking you in saliva. Your head thrashed fiercely against the pillows, chest heaving at his ministrations, whining eagerly for more. Both hands came up to open your legs wider before one ultimately slid over your heated flesh. Using pressing a thumb unto your pleasure bud gently. Two fingers slipped inside your tight, wet you chanced a euphoric, heavy-lidded look down at him - you were met with an equally lustful gaze as he devoured you with lethal intention. Truthfully, it was the most scurrilous scene you'd ever found yourself in - possibly in your entire life.
For the moment you could at least tell that foreplay was not all that much appealing right now as the man appeared far too horny and anxious to indulge or wait. At least on his own part. Your body's natural lubrication and his excessive saliva would have to do.
Pulling away and forcefully ripping open his expensive dress shirt in a single movement, the skin of his chest was on full display. The man had a lovely physique, skin like a perfectly carved marble in a museum. Head still swimming in obvious forced jubilation, you made out the sound of a belt buckle being undone and after a brief glimpse his dick sprang free, massive and heavy between you both.
Searching hands settling over your narrow hips in an attempt to keep you grounded at the right angle as he eased his way in. Pressing his engorged mushroom head against your waiting, sopping wet opening. Inch by thickened inch the man slipped into pillowy warmth, watching intently as your face twisted in both pain and desire. Eyes screwed shut as you struggled to adjust.
You didn't have have the capacity to worry about him using any sort of protection. The drug had made logical thinking impossible. That's how fucked up you were at the moment.
The man clenched his jaw; the heat of your body clutching and massaging his dick like a divine vice.
The feeling of which was indescribable - an enticing feeling that had your body feeling hot and fiending for more.
Fullying guiding his length in a careful yet impatient fashion, the man rose up on his knees, readjusting his hold on you as as began steadily moving. Blue eyes burning with primal hunger, appreciatively scanning the expanse of your curvaceous body.
Wanton fervent moans filled the room, your face overflowing with agonizing rapture. Core tingling with decadence that had spread throughout your entire body, bundle of nerves located between your legs was aching something fierce. The drug definitely amplified the feeling and effects of pleasure tenfold, leaving you incredibly sensitive like you were floating on a cloud of mindless lust.
It was sensual - incredibly sexy. His dick covered in glistening juices and watching as it disappeared and reappeared inside your tight, unyielding body. The blunt stimulation was almost unbearable for you to endure, letting out a deafening wail of delight, body spasming uncontrollably each time.
"Oh, would you look at that that...is that your sweet spot beautiful?" He cooed, as you looked up at him in a pleading stare. Grip tightening when he didn't receive an answer immediately afterwards. "Fuckin answer me...now."
He started pounding into you; hips slamming into yours roughly, sliding to the hilt in one smooth push each time. The heady sensation of your body entering a fever pitch was as unavoidable as it was welcoming. "Oh yessss! Yesssss!"
There was no doubt in your mind that he was enjoying the sex as well. The wet squelching and moaning seemed to be music to his ears. "Yes! Sing bitch sing!" He urged, increasing his porngraphic actions and laughing at the way your body reacted.
Your body contorting and squirming beneath the merciless, depraved assault, too blissed out to do anything more than take it. His dick was making every nerve ending within your overworked body come to life.
You pressed sweaty, shaking palms unto his chest, in a desperate effort to get him to lighten up on his heavy thrusting but all that was seemingly anger him. A squeak of surprise left your lips when he gave a sharp thrust.
You couldn't recall a single instance where you were screwed so thoroughly. Mister J was fucking you hard and deep - to the point were you had to resist screaming.
"Move that fuckin hand." He growled.
Both of you were drenched in sweat.
He began an even pace of short stroking that had stars dancing across your vision as he nonchalantly ignored your pleas for reprieve.
"Please." You cried out.
"Please what?" The man asked between hard slams, forcing you to let out a weak, drawn out sob.
His hand slid into your curly locks hard enough to crane your neck painfully as you writhed. "Oh god!"
A smirk broke out across his face. "Mister J will do just nicely."
Tension began unraveling deep in your tummy, surges of glorious pleasure slowly ingraining on your sanity. For you it was mind-bending exhilarating ecstasy. Your gushing pussy on the verge of exploding and sending you into another dimension. The pleasure rapidly driving you into a shuddering climax. After several more firm slams your back arched up from the bed, releasing a shriek into the space as the man continued hammering viciously.
His handsome visage smiling down at you was the last thing you saw before you blacked out entirely...