15. Queenie
Damn, I hoped that I would have more time before this conversation happened. Part of me wants to lie and brush it off, but I can’t lie to Joker. I sit up and look down at his face, wanting to memorize it in case this is the last time I see him like this. Sweaty, naked, smelling of sex and me. My heart feels like it’s being squeezed in my chest. To have everything I have ever wanted and now to lose it all feels so cruel. Never give in to your weaknesses. He will leave or die. I force myself to look at him, and his eyes implore me, searching my face for whatever is troubling me. After all I have put him through, the man still always thinks it’s him who is the issue. It’s like he can’t believe there is something wrong with me. Have I made him feel that way all these years? He pulls my fingers to his lips and kisses them, making tears come to my eyes. Is this what love feels like? This is what I’ve been missing and needing my whole life. I know this man would never be soft like this to anyone else. If he was, I couldn’t bear it if he touched someone else and looked at them like he was looking at me right now. Has it always been there and I didn’t see it?
One thing about Joker I never had to worry about is the fact that nobody can make him do anything he doesn’t want to. If he wanted someone like how he is touching me and loving my body like he is now, Joker will hold on with both hands. Hold seems like too delicate of a word for it, and Joker would tear into what he wanted—leaving no room for doubt or being able to get away from him. The rest of the world be damned. I have wanted to see it, and now I must say the words I fear.
The words that I am about to expose a secret that might make me lose him forever.“If this is a deal breaker for you, I won’t hold it against you.” I reach out and stroke his face. “When you found me when we had to go to the hospital… There was too much damage, and they performed an emergency hysterectomy. I can never have kids. Well, we could do egg retrieval and all that, but I don’t want kids.”
“Thank fuck.” His whole body relaxes as he sits up and grabs my face. “Sorry, that came out wrong. I am sorry that happened to you. This changes nothing for me. You’re all I have ever wanted. If anything, I am relieved. You’re all I need.”
Tears prick my eyes. This is the truth I was terrified of revealing, and all feeling from him was a relief. I wrap my arms around his neck and hold him chest to chest. “You’re okay with this? Never having kids with me if we stay together?”
His thumb wipes away my tears. “I never wanted kids. Kids are a huge no for me. Winnie is cool, but fuck no.” He shivers like the very thought is terrifying. The man can assassinate people without a thought, but the idea of kids terrifies him. I can’t help the laugh that comes out. “The entire process looks terrible. You could probably talk me into a puppy, but I am not even sold on a puppy. It’s way more likely, though. I will be so happy to be the cool uncle, though. Jack and King better watch it.” He smiles at me, and it’s a rare sight to behold.
I trace my mark on his neck, and smile as I trace my teeth marks. “It is quite the improvement.” My eyes harden before I threaten him. This next point needs to be hit home because if I saw Joker fucking someone else, I knew I would kill them both. I don’t think I would even have a complete thought before taking the gun I always carry at my side. They would both be gone in an instant before I could even blink. We wouldn’t be us if one of us didn’t threaten to maim or kill at least daily. Maybe I really am a black widow. “I don’t share, Joker.”
He flips me over onto my back before pinning my arms down. “We have a lot of things to discuss, but I promise you…” He kisses down my chest, licking down my stomach before cupping my pussy in his hand. “This is the only pussy I want to lick, suck, and fuck.” He flicks his tongue out and circles my clit while putting two fingers inside of me. “You are it for me, and I will not fuck up your trust.”
“That makes me sound like I have a magic pussy.” I laugh and moan as I grip his head and tighten my thighs around his head. He isn’t allowed to leave me. I’m locking that tongue down.
“I know it’s magic because it’s made of magic and tastes like heaven.” He runs his tongue from my ass back to my clit, cleaning the mess that has been left behind before he fucks me with his tongue. He leans back up and kisses me, and I taste our combined release on his tongue, and I moan at how hot it is. “We taste amazing, don’t we?” I arch my hips up to impale myself on his cock, and I cry out at how amazing he feels inside. He thrust a few more times before his eyebrow cocks at me.
“Yes.” He pulls out of me before sitting up and feeding his cock to me. “Prove it. Show me how good we taste.” I don’t hesitate to open my mouth and suck him until he hits the back of my throat. As I pull him back, I look up at him as I run my tongue over the barbells. I don’t hold back the moan, letting him feel me vibrate while sliding back down. I place my hands on his ass to give me leverage while I worship his cock. “That’s my beautiful Queen. These are the only tears I ever want to see.” My eyes water, but only spur me on to take him deeper.
He throws his head backward, and I know I have him right where I want him. “Stop now, or I will come down that pretty throat.” I don’t stop my assault, only taking him deeper and faster. I move my hand to cup his balls, and I feel them tighten. A smile would adorn my face if I could, but I don’t break concentration.
“Last chance.” He thrusts once more when he comes, and I continue to jerk his cock. More than anything, I want to taste his cum. With my mouth open and my tongue out, he comes with a roar, painting my mouth and tongue with his cum. Once he finishes, I swallow, and then I lick his over-sensitive tip, causing a shutter to overtake him.
Pulling back, I smile up at him and kiss his thigh. I move up his stomach when I see something that catches my eye. On his left side, it’s me holding a smoking gun. The bullet is on his left peck, surrounded by other tattoos. I trace my face on his side before I look up at him. Kneeling up, I pull his mouth onto mine. I can’t help but groan into his mouth. I never want another day to go by without kissing this man. There is so much to discuss, but I can’t help it. Nothing else matters, only him and I. He is mine, and I will never let him go.