Mistah Kay 3

Harley circled her hips, seeking him, rolling her body against his. Her legs wrapped around Kon, ankles locking behind his knees, pulling them ever closer together until her hungry opening was impossible for his frenzied erection not to find…

“Come on, Supesy,” she breathed. “Give it to me hard, just like ya said you would. I can’t wait no more—I need it now!”

He pushed his burning cock against her hungry sex and with every moment he was in contact with her, Kon’s need grew more urgent. Harley ground her pussy against his crotch, her hands between their sweaty bodies, clutching his engorged member and guiding it into the eager anticipation of her womanhood.

Kon groaned. Harley’s hand on his rigid prick was nearly enough to make him hyperventilate. Feeling her moving him towards her saturated sex, running his cockhead the full length of her drenched slot and rubbing his thickened glans into the dark fleece that held the top of her womanhood—her vibrating clit—Kon felt both on the verge of eruption and like he couldn’t go without being inside of Harley one moment longer.

He desperately needed what felt like the end of a fuck that he wanted to last forever.

Kon pulled his hips back, wrenching his cock from Harley’s grip, and suddenly thrust himself into her. All of him, all the way into her fiery slash, then into her slavering folds. Ramming deep inside her with the force of an explosion; he felt her come as she took his truly excessive length.

“Oh GEEZ!” Harley cried, her voice muffled by his body—that was alright. She shook with the same unadulterated lust she was trying to express and the way she shuddered spoke more than her shrill voice ever could.

Kon sensed her warm, sheathing cunt roll moistly over his cock, devouring all that he fed into her. The wetness of her shimmying walls smearing themselves onto his girth, lubricating him as he moved steadily into her midsection.

Before he knew it, he had all of his length inside her, his swollen cockhead buried in her depths and pulsing somewhere that had to be close to wherever her womb was in that tiny little belly. Kon breathed hard, feeling his balls throb excitedly, their swaying motion tapping them against Harley’s firm ass.

Having impaled her with every last inch of his prick, Kon looked down at her taut and flattened stomach—now it seemed to roil, even to bulge with the presence of his thick erection. Like Harley’s girlish little body still couldn’t hold the enormity of his arousal.

Heedless of that, he started reaming into her: pumping frantically into the writhing, wiggling folds that he’d already entered, but which still called to his throbbing manhood. The tightness of her rolling snatch astonished him. It thrilled Kon how it seemed to suck on his cock even as he pounded into her, using her so thoroughly she couldn’t be anything but his property.

Harley’s slippery motions weren’t stilled by his plunges; she tensed her toned thighs and thrust herself up to meet his rushing charges. Her hands groping, caressing, flighty, nervy, feeling all over his handsome face and pierced ear and light stubble before she couldn’t take anymore and pulled him by the hair, kissing his ear, tonguing the sensitive canal of it like she was acting out how his cock was ravaging her cunt.

But before her tongue could get anywhere near as deep, she was biting on his earlobe instead, imprinting her sharp teeth in the flesh, moaning out all the sensuality he’d infused her with.

“AHH YES, yes, keep going! Plow me right! You want me to be a good little goil, right? A good little Harley? Show me the fucking I get f’r bein’ good! I was born a naughty fucking ho! Gotta bribe me ta be nice! Pump me, fuck my pussy wide open! I only want to be your cum dumpster if you show me all da hot-sweet-cum I get outta the deal!”

Kon growled. Somehow he didn’t like how… enthusiastic Harley was about this. Any other time, he would’ve loved it, but he was supposed to be a demon, a monster, taking out all his frustration on this little cock-puppet… and she was, enjoying every minute of it. She should be begging for mercy, not begging for more. It felt like an insult that she got off on his darkness.

“Dirty little cock-slut,” he swore at her. “I’m going to ruin you for anything but storing my cock, my cum. Fuck you right through this bed and send you to buy another for me to stuff you on. Maybe we can sell a few nudes to pay for it—if there’s anyone in Gotham who hasn’t seen your blown-out cunt yet.”

Harley only laughed hysterically, even with him practically spitting in her face. “Come inside me, baby! Knock me up! Then we’ll have nine months of everyone knowing this is your personal pussy! MMMMM! And the sooner ya don’t gotta creampie my pussy no more, the sooner youse can start coming in my face! Dontcha think I look good in white, Supesy?”

Kon slammed into her harder and harder. If he could’ve gotten any deeper into her, he would’ve. It started out as him wanting to shut her up, push her limits until she cried uncle, but now he was lost in the mad frenzy that Harley lived in.