Page 71 of Joker's Ghost
“But we’re still standing, and I wouldn’t want to be a part of anyone else’s life but yours.”
“Same, babe, I couldn’t do any of this—the shop, being a father, you even make being a husband easy for an outlaw like me.”
“Just promise you’ll make an appointment with Dr. Stevens. Believe me, it helps to talk to someone who’s not directly involved.”
“Agreed.”
I lean in for a kiss, and he cups my face with his palms. “I was thinking it’s been over six weeks and?—”
I grab his hand and pull him off the couch. “I thought you’d never ask.”
He nods toward the kitchen. “I guess we better not tell Madeline.”
Two minutes later, the decorative pillows are strewn over the floor, and I’m spread out naked across the bed.
JOKER
As usual, Daisy was right. I have to own whatever is fuckin’ with my head, admit it and then move on. We have so much to be thankful for, and hopefully tonight is a step forward ‘cause Ihave no intentions of taking any steps back. I’d gone down dark paths other times in my life when I had no one, but now I have my beautiful wife and three amazing kids who need me—and, fuck me, but I need them more than breathing.
I sit back on the mattress, taking in Daisy waiting for me, her arms outstretched, and a sly grin curves my lips.
“You know the way I want this to go.”
She pushes herself up on her elbows and grins back at me. “Why don’t you show me?”
“Ohhh, fuck yeah.” I wrap my arm around her waist and spin her over. “Get up on your hands and knees and show me that sweet ass.”
“Bossy, aren’t you?” she throws over her shoulder with a sassy smile.
“Just the way you like, babe.” I push away her hair and nuzzle her neck. “The doctor said this was okay, right?” I hold my breath, waiting for the answer.
“It’s been over six weeks, and everything is good to go.”
Thank fuck, ‘cause doing without for the last weeks was hitting me hard.
“I wanna take it slow, but?—”
“You take it any way you want, baby.” She wiggles her fine ass, and my brain fizzles.
Gripping her hips, I notch my throbbing cock between her firm ass cheeks. My cock disappears, and I squeeze them tight, gliding back and forth until the sweet pressure builds. As perfect as this is, I need more.
I reach around her hip, find her clit and rub it between my thumb and forefinger. Slow and rhythmic until she’s bucking against me and panting.
I dig deeper, covering my fingers with her juices, then I pull back slightly and fist my cock, getting it good and wet. When I slide between her cheeks again, I have to recite the alphabet to keep from blowing up.
She pushes against me and whispers, “I can’t wait. I need you now.”
“Yeah, nothing like hearing my wife beg for my cock.” I angle her hips higher until her knees are off the mattress, then I drive home.
“Ohhh, fuck yeah, I missed this.”
“Yes, yes, more, harder.”
I don’t need any encouragement ‘cause my body is already pounding into her from behind. No matter how many times, this is always the best.
She braces her palms against the headboard and shoves her ass harder against my cock. I pull her until her back is against my front, fucking her so hard, she’s gasping. When I reach around and twist her swollen clit, she explodes around me, her walls milking me and drawing me deeper.
I can’t hold out any longer, so I flex my hips one more time, and my cock blows up inside her. Our slick bodies vibrate against each other, taking and giving until we collapse to the bed. I hold her tight to me, almost afraid to let go, knowing as long as I stay in this bed with this woman, all will be right.
