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Most Eligible Bachelor 6
🕑 Added 2022-05-09 22:00:00 +0000 UTC“YESYESYESYESYES!” Harley cheered, eyes rolled up in her skull, mouth going spastic as she cried her bliss out into the city. Her whole body twisted and thrashed around his finger.
He drove into her, crooking and stroking his finger in the wetness of her snatch. Harley gasped and bucked, fucking herself on his hand as much as convulsing with the pleasure it brought. She was hot, gushing with her readiness to be fucked, but Dick prolonged the last moments of foreplay, giving her a taste of all he could do to her. Then he worked a second finger inside her body.
“DIIIIIIIIICCK!” Harley screamed, her volume twice what it had been, her body basically going through a seizure.
She was tight, her convulsing inner folds almost trying to break his fingers, and she hunched her pelvis like she wanted even more, even as she came. She was oblivious to everything but him and Dick knowing that only made him more passionate. She wanted even more, after her first two satisfactions, and Dick had to see just how sated he could make this cock-hungry little slut.
“Want you need you want cock big cock your fingers your tongue!” Harley babbled, her voice piteous and low. “Take me Dick use me Dick I’m yours Dick YOURS!”
She had gotten so loud that Dick worried about who might overhear, even in Gotham City. He pulled his fingers away from her sheath, working them free with a wet sucking noise, and Harley groaned at her sudden emptiness. Her screwy eyes fluttered and focused, seeing him with an addicted kind of lust.
“Don’t stooopppp!” she whined, pouting like a little girl.
Dick couldn’t do this on the fire escape anymore. As hot as Harley made him, he was going to catch pneumonia. It couldn’t be all that good for Harley’s anatomy, enhanced as it was by Poison Ivy, either. He stood, picking up Harley, and flung her through the window into his penthouse.
She rolled like a born gymnast, but didn’t bother to make any kind of recovery, only let herself slow to a stop in the middle of the floor. Harley twisted onto her belly, eyes watching him, pumping her hips against the ground like she could fuck the hardwood floor to completion.
She bit her lip, eyes trending upward while he walked in, shut the window behind him, and drew down the zipper on his slacks. Dick was naked underneath and his cock jumped right out, long and rigid, jerking with its new freedom.
“Rrrrhhh,” Harley gritted out, her already big eyes widening as she looked at his erection. She drooled so hard she was practically licking the floor, her expression stunned and numb, but her eyes full of hunger.
She looked longingly at the thick, imposing endowment he’d presented to her. Then, so moved she was barely in control of herself, she bent her head and kissed the floor.
“You! Walk! On This! Floor! Every! Day!” she cooed, before headbutting it—coming up with her eyes crossed, a dazed expression giving her a break from the lust she’d been feeling. “Let me have it.” Her lips parted, showing the brightness of her feral grin. “Let me have you… golly, I’m such a slut, you’re making me such a slut, how am I supposed t’not be a slut when you’ve got that great big cock for me!”
Dick went to her, flipping her over with his toe. Harley rolled onto her back, staring up at him, absolutely frozen by the nearness of his massive, phallic club. Then, like hypnosis compelled her unwitting body, she lifted her arms and took his manhood in hand.
Dick groaned, allowing her to touch him there. In a way, she wasn’t in control, acting now only on the urges that overwhelmed her. But this was also her way of accepting what he was giving to her. He didn’t want to simply dominate her… not just that… he also wanted to let her satisfy herself. Get off on this rebellion she was making against the Joker.
His mind swirled almost as much as hers was. Maybe Bruce could’ve kept a cool head when he had a hard-on that could hammer nails, but Dick was on the verge of losing it. He’d just have to keep playing this by ear and hope that Harley kept enjoying herself as much as he was.
But there was a better way to do that than simply servicing her. As Nightwing, he knew Harley, knew her MO, her psych profile. The Joker had taken advantage of her, but he’d also given her something she wanted, needed. Dick could give her that too…
Harley sat up, licking her lips, her mouth opening slightly in an invitation for his use. It was a hard offer to turn down, but Dick told himself he couldn’t let her wrest control from him now. If she got those luscious lips around his prick, he’d lose the fiery load he could’ve used on her cunt. And that would turn him into one more plaything of Harley’s, not her master.
He needed to be her master.
As Harley parted her lips, moving to take him into her mouth no matter what his thoughts on the matter, Dick palmed her head and thrust her back down to the floor. Then he stepped on her head with his bare foot, turning it to the side so that one cheek was pressed to the hardwood and the other was smooshed under his arch. With Harley literally underfoot, Dick took his cock in hand and slid his fingers casually up and down its length.
Harley could see, out of the corner of her eye, how his prick turned a stronger, redder color and swelled from his handling, bloating until it was even bigger than it had been before—an enormous bitch-breaker that she couldn’t imagine taking and couldn’t imagine not taking.
Dick let out a low sigh, taunting Harley with the pleasure he was giving himself instead of using her. He shut his eyes for a moment while a pearl of precum appeared at his glanshole, his shaft standing out from his hairy groin at an ascendant angle, its thick, blunt knob an angry purple.
Dick gave his member a flick and the glob of precum was pitched to the floor, splattering in front of Harley’s face.
She couldn’t help herself. Sticking out her tongue, she licked his serving of precum up from the floor, then went through paroxysms of kissing the spot it had landed on. While she did it, she looked up at Dick to show him her submission.
“I think I’m ready to be a good girl,” she said quietly, drooling over the musk of Dick’s precum. The delicious smell clung to the licked-clean spot where it had landed. “I can be a good girl for you and you can take care of me, just like you’re takin’ care of Red. You can do whatever you want; just don’t ignore me like he does.”
Dick could see it now in the growing gratification in her eyes. She’d had her wants denied for so long that they’d become needs. She needed to be held and comforted. She needed to be dominated and told what to do. And she needed to have a man, a man inside her, a man fucking her. It was like watching a flower in bloom, how Harley responded to having her needs met and her urges satisfied.
“I want you to come for me,” Dick said—Harley let out a little squeal. “If I fuck you, will you come for me?”
Harley nodded as best she could under his foot. “I’ll come so hard for you, Mistah D. Heh… Mistah D…”
“Where am I going to fuck you?”
Harley smiled widely. “Wherever you want.”
“Where am I going to come?”
“Wherever you want!” Harley emphasized.
Dick pressed down a little with his foot. “If I wanted to breed you? How about then?”
Harley simpered with her willingness to please him. She reached down and spread open her vulva, displaying her glossy pink wetness to him like she was advertising. “Breed me here, Mistah D. This is your fuckhole! You get to use it whenever you want!”
“Am I going to come in there?”
Harley was drooling again, slurring her words in her excitement. “Ya can if yoush wantsh t’, Mistah D! I’d love feeling yerr cum inshide me, jusht like I felt yerr cock! Wanna carry around your hot load until yerr ready t’ FUCK me again!”
“Hold yourself open for me. I want that cunt to close around me when I’m inside you… lock me in your pussy until I’ve seeded you, until I’m done using you. And when I pull out of you, and your ruined cunt can’t close up again, and my cum is dripping out of you—then I’ll know you’re mine.”
“Imm yoursh, mastah, YOURSH!” Harley keened, and spread her thighs, opening her body to him. When he took his foot off her face, she licked the side of her lips that he’d been stepping on.
Slowly, Dick bent down and sprawled out on top of the luscious bed of Harley’s naked flesh. Their mouths met, tongues teasing and stroking, setting their hands in motion to feel each other’s bodies just as thoroughly.
Under him, Harley squirmed lightly, trying to keep herself in check until he entered her. She eased her pelvis up to him in offering and his cock nestled into the moist gateway of her pussy. He lowered himself down to her, his cockhead separating the engorged lips of her labia. Harley tensed, lips open, nostrils flaring, breathless and stricken with anticipation. She quivered, waiting for him to enter her.
Moving even slower to relish how she surrounded him, Dick inched his throbbing manhood into Harley. His burgeoning knob touched, then opened her clasped inner lips. It went deeper and deeper, parting her tight passage, feeling her roiling muscles enfold him.
“NNNNNHH!” Harley mewled, teeth chattering as she tried to hold in her vehement response, like Dick was some approaching forest animal she didn’t want to spook. “I’ve got you… I’ve got you in me… Oh gosh-golly-FUCK!” She glanced down, eyes bulging at the sight of how much of his length had yet to be inserted into her. “You’re gonna fill me up, Mistah D! I’m gonna remember havin’ you in me until I’m an old lady!”
Dick could only groan. He was inside her now, feeling her hot liquid pressure all around his member, bathing every inch of it in her arousal. And the more of himself he fed into her hungry pussy, the more she was his—the more he could feel that nothing would be able to satisfy her now but him.
The fact jabbed his brain like a livewire, making Dick realize for the first time that he was likely to be Harley’s next obsession. As with Ivy, it would probably be far better for her—and Gotham at large—than if she kept fixating on the Joker. But it wasn’t like he’d put a lot of thought into the matter.
Dick felt as shamelessly uncontrolled as Harley. Although he was intellectually aware of the consequences of his current deed, all he could really think of was how Harley felt so good, so warm, so tight. Just covering her luscious body with his, feeling her tightness gloving his prick, it would be enough to enthrall any man. Make him as obsessed with Harley as she was with him.
But he didn’t just want a quid pro quo. He could do better. Harley needed all the pleasure, all the relief, that her body could handle. And that was exactly what Dick intended for her to get.
With a supple undulation of his taut body, Dick’s hips flew back from Harley’s open legs. His cock withdrew from her, only stopping at the very entrance to her channel. Dick held himself there a moment—watching the confused panic play over Harley’s face at her loss—then he pistoned back into her. His long, hard erection impaled her—Harley took more of him than she’d ever had of any man before.
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