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The tricks Harry learned in jail are put to good use.
"I got you so hard..."
"Yes," Bruce said, reaching up to run a hand through her hair, tapering it comfortingly down her back, her spine, her ass. "You did."
Harley's months without a man, her years without a giving male lover, had been long. She was bisexual, polyamorous, and Ivy could satisfy a great deal of her urges, but as a sub, Harley needed a strong master to feel complete-or at least, so her diagnosis went. And honestly, Ivy was something of a pushover. Harley could top from the bottom with far too much ease to take Red's domination of her too seriously. They were equals, and Harley knew she should like that, just like she shouldn't like the Joker, but it just didn't quite fit her.
She'd had to content herself with table scraps of the Joker's affection for years to get the approval and attention from him that she craved. Now, caught between Bruce's care, his affection, and his casual mastery of her and sexual prowess, her body lit like a fuse.
Harley covered her head with her hands, screeching into the mattress, kicking her feet as the pleasure continued unabated. She didn't want it to be over so soon. She expected that, even if Bruce was no Joker, this would still be like it often was with Ivy.
Ivy could be hella affectionate, but she could also get irritated with Harley, expecting cuddles on demand then running back to the Joker, and punishing her with the bare minimum she could give to keep Harley around. Just throwing Harley down on the floor, plowing into her, making her come just once with the ease that came from dating such an easy lay, then telling Harley to scram and going back to her work.
So it was with some surprise that Harley found her waist being encircled by Bruce's thick arms again, his fingers roughly pulling open her pussy as if it needed to be any more spread with his dick already penetrating it. Just as hastily, his fingertips probed her stingingly hard clitoris, and as Bruce's cock enjoyed the heated softness of Harley's cunt, he gave her clit the attention it wanted.
Harley came helplessly. Usually, the Joker didn't even notice he'd given Harley an orgasm-because he was asleep or looped out on pain meds from having his teeth knocked out again-and that negligence got Harley off just fine, but having Bruce fling himself into her dampness, his rough fingers grating on her swollen bud, it was like he was forcing her to have an orgasm, demanding it from her, not willing to settle for any ol' sigh or grunt she might make. No, he needed her to scream.
"HOLY FUCKING GEEZ, RED! I'M COMING! IS THIS WHAT IT FEELS LIKE? AWW, NERTZ, I FEEL LIKE I STUFFED A SELTZER BOTTLE IN MY PUSSY AGAIN!"
Ivy had no choice but to open her eyes in the face of that outburst. And she'd just thought she'd be able to touch herself under the sheet without them noticing.
"PLEASE DON'T STOP, MISTAH B, PLEASE KEEP FUCKIN'! JUST ONE MORE! I'LL BE YOUR GOOD GIRL, I SWEAR, YOU CAN WATCH ME AND IVY! I'LL SHOW YOU HOW WE USE THE RUBBER CHICKEN, YOU'LL LOVE IT!"
"Harl!" Ivy gritted out, growling through gritted teeth. She couldn't get the image out of her head; her and Bruce and Harley and the rubber chicken. If only that stupid clown only hadn't blown her cover, she could be fucking herself right now!
Bruce jerked away from Harley, shoving her down on her own pillow as he withdrew from her. Tears instantly filled Harley's eyes. "Uh-uh, uh-uh!" she moaned, driving her pussy into the mattress like she could conjure him back inside her.
"You want another orgasm?" Bruce asked, lying back on the bed. His cock loomed above his groin like a monolith. "Come and get it."
Harley scrambled up, throwing herself squealing onto Bruce.