fightlikehell | Hello, hello, hello.

Matt, it's okay. You are worth the fight, this is worth the fight. So will I. But, you do know that nothing is perfect, and that is how I like it.

[As soon as he lifts his arms, Karen lifts his shirt off of him. When the shirt comes off, Karen gives his chest an appraising look. He was a beautiful man, and a gorgeous specimen. The scars only made it even more so. As soon as she gets his shirt off, she pulls it to her face, and takes a long, hard breath of it. Putting it down, she leans into him to rest her body against his chest. Now they are connected all over.]

You sure? [She says in a soft, slightly unsure tone. Though, she does stop moving away. When he smiles, her heart melts a bit more.]

Thank you. And I don't mind telling you the same. You are beautiful too, and strong, and smart, and lethal.

[There's something to be said for the beauty and joy of things off kilter. Like sight as the easiest difference. He gently tilts her head up again to kiss her in gratitude for the consideration. Knowing her lips are so close by and moving like they do it also feels natural to press his own to them. What started as a taste gets heat again. His skin is rough and warm to her touch.

He feels imperfect and perfect that way when she touches him like this. For being struck in the head so much he is smart enough to keep his doubts to himself, they're so small in comparison to the big balloon of love swelling large enough to envelope them both.]

Lethal. Yes.

[There's a smile again with a bit of an edge. Karen's seen him kick an ass or two into unconsciousness.]

Not with you. You're safe.

[From a full out beating. Matt's hands feel over her spine down her back to hey, her ass again and thighs admiring the way they fit even after. Except touching on Karen's body isn't something that he can do detached.]

[When he tilts her head upward, Karen lifts up as if she is in a slight haze, a happy one at that. Then he kisses her, and she melts into that kiss. Almost purring against his mouth as their lips, and tongues duel together. Both of her hands cup his face, her thumbs lazily stroke along his jawline, and up over his cheeks as his stubble rubs against her thumb pads, which makes her shiver a little.

Karen smiles at his comment.] Yes, you are. I kind of like it. [She admitted hotly, a bright smile blossoming on her face as she admits it.]

Well, that is good to know. Guess I don't have to worry about a random spanking is what you are saying? Shame... [She adds with a gentle laugh.]

[As his hands move over her back, Karen can't help but arch up into his exploring hands. When they reach her ass, she arches again into his hands. Her head is tucked up against the side of his neck, her breasts pressed firmly against his hard chest. Karen practically purrs against the side of his throat as she snuggles down against him.]

[Oh it's clear she likes it and then some. Matt practically glows under this kind of attention. It's like it's so much he doesn't know what to do with it other than roll with it. The shiver and feel of her face on his skin is starting a whole new cycle of desire.]

...I never said you didn't have to worry about that.

[He grinds under her, testing out how they fit together. Their fucking has left her wet and if it weren't for how their situated, how tight Karen is, he would have slipped out.]

Oh, really? Well then, I guess me, and my shapely ass need to cower in fear now, don't we? [She said, laughing at just how brazen he was making her. She liked it, liked feeling this free with him.]

Does that mean I have to duct tape a couple of phone books to my ass to stave off your cruelty? [She teases as she presses a soft, closed mouth kiss right up against his pulse point.

When she feels him grinding against her, her right hand moved to clutch at his forearm, fingers digging in a bit as she moaned out softly.]

Though, someone is being very naughty right now, and testing out just how much naughtier they can get...[Those words were said in a soft, hot voice close to the side of his throat.]

I don't want to make any promises. The best thing is to do is life your life as you have.

[Matt tilts his head back. Her mouth right there close to where his blood beats hardest, fastest and really will expose how his heart is going.]

No one should live their life in fear.

[Irony fully intended. And right now it's a good thing to laugh in the face of danger. It only makes the moment more present and real. Moving together is getting the exact reaction she wants.]

Discipline isn't cruelty if it's directed. Anyone dealing punishment is doing it for a purpose.

[Spoken like a horny lawyer.]

Yeah? Then what do I need to do in order to receive said spanking, huh? [She asks in a voice that can only be described as wicked. That is when she leans in to bite him on his pulse point, her tongue rolling out to flick against the spot a bit to punctuate her words.]

Ah, but what if it is a good fear? Or maybe it is a secret hope? I do get those two things confused. [He was making her randy, hell, even more randy than she had been while in the kitchen.]

Ah, I see. So, you are saying I need to be the worst sort of naughty to guide you into action, hm?

[She ground back against him in response.]

A good fear is anticipation, isn't it?

[He breathes out and it's really getting harder and hotter.]

And what if I were to tell you that it's so simple as expecting it when you least expect it?

[Which could also very well be misdirection. He can feel just what kind of an impact his words are having on her. Rise in heat, the beat of her heart, the way she fits around his cock.]

Yes, yes it is! [She says in a growl up against the side of his throat, then she licked over his pulse point and punctuated it with a hot, open mouth kiss right below his jawline.]

Oh, is that it? Huh, glad I have my lawyer here, on speed dial, to tell me what I plum went and forgot! [She lets her nails drag down over his chest in a slow, even manner until they got to his pelvic line. Then she slowly dragged her fingertips up over his belly, to his chest, and up to his throat.]

[Nails make him tense completely and grip her so hard that he's sure that there are indentations in her skin where his blunt, short nails of his own press. There's a long hiss.

And just like that he's hard again.]

Fuck!

[Matt's head drops against her shoulder as he takes a healthy bite.]

[Oh, would you look at that! He gets hard again, and she can only moan as she presses more against him, rocking her hips experimentally against him in a slow circle. Feeling him get harder inside of her was something she never felt before. It had her ass arch back, and then back down to roll in that same circle.

Nails, who'd a thunk it?]

Oh, god, baby...you are...[To punctuate what she was trying to say, Karen bit him again. This time it was to show her possession, as well as to taste his pulse on her tongue. God, his pulse is going so fast.

When he moves to bite her again, both hands come out to clutch at his forearms, her head tipping toward him as his teeth sunk in.]

I love...I love...[She wants to say 'you', but catches herself before she spills the beans.] --love fucking you!

[No way it could have ended up any other way with her mouth, her nails and just being right there on to of him. Matt picks up on her motion and follows.]

You're perfect!

[And he is having the hardest time fitting together words. Matt moans against her. Just like that they're fucking again. Karen's momentary fumble hasn't gone unnoticed. Matt just isn't gifted with the brain power with all the blood flowing.]

[His hips start moving, and Karen leans back to rest her hands on his knees. Hips moving a little more eagerly. against him; their movements become a dance, and her hands clutch at his legs hard. The moan that slips from her lips is heated, and wild.]

So are you, baby. Please...[She starts to pant heavily as they move together like that.] Touch my tits, please...put your hands all over me. Your lips --God, --- your fucking teeth, and tongue all over my body.

[Those words really affect her, and when she moans it is really low, but steady as it got louder. Flexing her internal muscles around his cock a few time for effect, as well as a reminder that she is present in this moment, and wants to do whatever she can to make him feel as good, and as special as she does right then.. Her eyes are closed, as her head tilted back, and a look of pure, unadulterated lust is present on her features as she fucks him, possesses him.]

[It's exactly a dance. And they're more matched as partners than he could have ever expected. The sharp grip at his knees and the angle she's pressed at. Now that they're not in a precariously balancing position he freely runs his hands up over her breasts, shoulders and back to cup and knead.]

Jeez.

[Matt's trying to put a cap on how many times he says the Lord's name in vain. Trying. Whoops.]

Oh God.

[The clench around him gets exactly what she had in mind. His mouth is open and panting into her face between each kiss as they ride together.]

I can't get enough of you.

[The hands touching her just then make Karen's skin prickle, and flush. Her nipples both getting very hard; it makes her head tip back harshly so that her hair is brushing her back. The grip she has on his knees tightens some more, as her hips rock, and grind against him in a circle. That action was helping her to rub on her clit just right, and the head of his cock kept hitting her g-spot perfectly.

She shuddered deeply,]

You're so good! You feel so perfect inside of me. Oh, God...I --I love -- love you...

[She didn't notice what she said, she was so wrapped up in this moment. In his body, and his responses, and actions. Karen felt herself pressing up hard toward his hands. Right now she wanted to throw him down on the couch, crawl on top of him, and worship his body with one kiss, one touch at a time until he is absolutely crazy with need, and want, and desperation.]

[She's soft and malleable to his touch, so responsive with nerves heightened and as sensitive as his it seems. Matt's thumbs flick over the tightly gripped buds for more stimulation. He trusts her to keep them grinding together so deep. Just right, just clenched about him, feels like it's as deep as he'll go.]

You're so tight. Even now. Oh my God.

[He's gulping air but feeling like he won't get enough the same way he won't get enough of her. Words are only words and he hears them. They make his whole body feel warm and Matt lets go of her nipples.]

Hold on. I want you on your back.

[His hands are so warm, and rough; the way that they knead her flesh, and rub against her sensitive nipples is making Karen almost go crazy with sensation. She's always been sensitive, her skin always has been reactive to both good, and bad sensations; still, most of her reactions are due to Matt himself. It was being connected to him, being enveloped by him, and his touch, his scent, his cock, and his skin. When his thumbs flick against her nipples, she cries out as she leans up to thrust her tits toward him. Trembling, she moves to wrap an arm around his neck so that her fingers could run through the short hairs at the back of his neck; nails dragging along his scalp, her breathing was shaky, and intense. Karen's hips pick up in speed, thrusting against him in deep, more intense grinding circles.]

It's because of how perfect your thick, hard cock is pressed to the hilt inside me.

[As she rubs herself against him, she can feel the slightest flicker of pain as she can feel the head of him hit so deep inside of her hot, wet cunt.]

I love tightening myself around you; gripping you hard inside of me. Doing whatever I can to make you feel really good.

[He lets go of her tits, and it has her gasp when the warmth of his skin, and roughness of his fingers go missing. His exclamation makes her suck in a hard breath; as she moves to wrap her arms around him to pull him close. This way he could move however which way he wishes.]

Anything you want, as long as you are inside of me. [She breathes near his ear before she nips his earlobe.]

[The trembling as they move together, it's so intense. Matt is sure that he's shaking too. Slamming against one another, he doesn't watn to stop. Every clutch, scratch all of it.]

Fuck!

[Matt grips her hips to hold her down on him and grinds right in the same circles. That slight pain he doesn't catch it's so fast or else he would rethink how hard he is clutching her, fingers dinging in to mark with nails.]

You make me feel so good, Karen. Holy Christ.

[Oh that's right. They're moving. Not far at all. He lays her flat to the fabric making sure that nothing would be uncomfortable. This now lets him grip under her knees and hold them up if she'll let him to pound in deep.]

[She can feel how he is reacting to her movements, and reactions. It's intoxicating, and making her drunk on the power of it all. Karen wants to get more of those reactions, needs to get more of a taste of him, and how she makes him feel. Now that her arms are wrapped around his neck, pressing her tits against his hard chest; her hips still rocking, and grinding hard against him.

His exclamation makes her jump a little against him; gasping in surprise before she starts to kiss along his cheek, and then back behind his ear.

His grip on her hips is very hard, and intense; Karen likes the pain that it causes, and is happy that it will leave marks that she can look at tomorrow; remembering this day when she looks in the mirror.]

That's all I ever wanted to do. To make you feel good...[She managed to pant out as she spoke close to his ear. Each warm breath gets puffed out against the shell of it,

Then, suddenly, he has her on her back underneath him. Reading her mind, he grips behind her knees, and pushes them backward. It makes her moan out his name, the skin under his hand gets warmer, and the skin prickles. There is a hitch to her breathing; then she is clenching onto his thigh, as he pushes her into place.]

You read my mind...[Her voice quavered, and trembled as her breathing trembled with each breath in, and out. There was an eagerness to her words, and a bit of a thrill as well.] Fuck me, slow, hard, and deep...I want to not be able to walk for a week!

[Any kind of minor scrape or scratch on him will be a great addition to his collection. And what a change to be marked up by love and not violence. Matt could use far more of that. If Karen's up to it, her work is cut out for her.]

Oh baby.

[It's a start to something he means to say and forgets. It's said with the same deep reverence as oh God a moment before.]

Slow. Deep. [Matt nods and swallows. He wants to pound away but listens. The first impact has him moan and his eyes slip shut a second to get a grip.] You won't have anywhere to-to be?

[No where but here with him, under him. Matt moans and tightens his grip. Her skin is coming alive right under him. Keep control and there is most definitely a hard quality to his movements.]

[Oh, she is up for it. Her nails are already digging into the meat of his thigh as she clenches him tightly with her hand. As they go further, she will be happy to mark him up all over his body. They have the time, and she has the inclination to do so, so never you fear, Matthew Murdock.

He calls her 'baby', it makes her swallow hard, her breathing coming out in a slow, ragged puff through her nose.]

For now, anyway. [Her words are shaky, and a little intense as she says them. Then he slams into her, the head of him rubbing against her g-spot, and hitting even further within her...he was so deep. The hard snap of his hips makes her squeak very loudly, as her head tips back into the cushions with the top of her head pressed deep into the softness of the couch seat.] Yes, in your bed, or against the wall or in the shower or somewhere that has you in it. That's where I have to be.

[When he tightens his grip, Karen let's out a harsh moan at both the slight pain, and the knowledge that she was making him feel that out of control.]

Your cock fills me up just right, and right now it has me seeing fucking stars.

[More hissing for the use of her nails. It's enough to make him shiver again. Karen's got a hold on him. She doesn't have super powers but there's something extraordinary about how quickly and completely she's been able to work her way into his mind and heart as deeply and simply as digging her fingernails into his skin. Matt wants her to be there and the fantasy of having her here just for him... it's heady.

His head is tilted down and sightlessly paying attention to every gasp and sound from her mouth and the spike of body heat. Their bodies moving together also sound against the couch and Matt's own fingernails dig in as he holds her.]

Will you come again, Karen? I'm so deep. You're cunt's so--[he licks his lips and is about to speak when he's taken into another moan. This slow, hard and deep she was asking for is not easy.]

[That's it, she needs to be totally enveloped by him, right. fucking. then. Moving her arms up to pull him down by his shoulders; if he gives into it, she will pull him all the way down just so she can be pinned completely under him. His moans are music to her ears, it has her feeling so unsteady, so wanted, and alive.

Panting harshly, she can't help each squeak like moan with each intense, harsh thrust of his hips. Will she come again? Fuck yeah, she will, he knows just how to work her body, mind and soul.]

Yes, I want to come hard, to coat your dick even more. You keep hitting my g-spot each time. I don't think I can take it. [She responds in a very desperate, very hot tone of voice. Her skin feels alive, and having him pinning her down right now, almost dominating her is making interesting things happen to her. Karen can't get enough, she wants him to totally be in charge so. fucking. bad.]

Tell me when to come, Matt. Use that bossy side of yourself, and tell me what to do. [She's begging now, and whimpering with each powerful thrust, and crying out with a squeak each time she feels his beautiful cock hitting at that special spot inside of her. Feeling his muscles ripple with each thrust, and pull back; God, he was so strong, and cut.

Dangerous, and hot, that was a good way to describe him; it made her shiver, feeling that shiver then travel down her spine right to her clit. It was then she let out a shocked like moan like gasp.]

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[He lays over her, not too much because part of his weight is balancing out the half that is pounding away as they fuck. A deep gulp of air after a moan and he will certainly take her up on those words.]

Look at me, look right at me.

[Eyesight doesn't prevent him from knowing when she listens. Matt tries to keep his eyes fixed where he can hear every gasp and squeak from her. His cock is sensitive and about to lose it all because of her and her body, her complete self. Based on how much she clings to him, he surrenders one of his hands at her thigh to clutch at a breast. Matt sinks as deep as he'll go and grinds there. Her tight muscles pulse with her heartbeat.]

Do it. Come. I want to feel your pussy tighten and make me unload.

[Let her body fuck him right back. He's so close right now. Every nerve could tingle.]

[She begs for it, and he takes things over like a boss. As soon as he tells her to look at him, her eyes suddenly snap up toward his face at full attention. Both hands reach out to grab at his shoulders, and upper arms, nails digging into his flesh as she tries to re-learn how to just fucking breathe again. Matt almost appears to be looking right at her, and things suddenly turned 110 percent more intimate, emotional, and hot as fuck.]

Yes! [As his hand finds her breast, she moves to release his left shoulder so she can place her hand over the back of his hand on her breast. Desperately clinging to it with all of herself; his hands on her breasts just did hot, dirty things to her, and she could feel herself getting even slicker because of it.

As soon as he said those words, Karen lost it hard. Panting harshly at first, she felt her head tip back a moment, as her eyes rolled all the way back, and her nails really dug into him. When she could open her eyes again, her head lifted up off the couch cushion as a look of surprise overtook her with her eyes going wide as did her mouth. Every part of her body tensed as her head fell back, and her toes curled. The moan started as a squeak, and slowly transitioned into a deep, harsh sound that seemed to come from the diaphragm. Finally she managed to look him right back into his eyes as she was left shaking, and her muscles were jumping with the flood of adrenaline, and feel good hormones. That is when her contracting muscles took over elsewhere too; they rippled, and clenched around him trying to milk him completely dry. He was so deep, grinding against her also had his pelvic bone hitting her clit just right, and soon that internal orgasm was also external as it worked her clit too.]

I'm yours, Matt! Yours...fuck me, Jesus Christ....

[Her head dropped back to the couch, and she was panting so roughly, her breasts were heaving, and her flesh was now bright pink. The right leg was also quaking, and she kept flexing her muscles in an attempt to control it, though she failed at it. Her gaze never left his face though, she kept it constantly on him even as she tried to come down.

It was then that she began to feel tears welling up in her eyes, and falling down her cheeks. She wasn't sad, or upset, she was just feeling so completely emotional right then.]

Hello, hello, hello.

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