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He felt his manhood lengthening, hardening, the fourth time that day it had grown fully erect and this time it was stiffer than ever. His brain was flooded with memories of having Harley’s big mouth wrapped lovingly around his cock… making as much noise as ever with her gulping and gagging and swallowing and gargling…

“You can help my poor little pussy, Daddy,” Harley said, sitting upright, but still holding the sheet in front of her to cover herself. “You can help it not be so empty. And not be so tiny. Don’t you like my pussy when it’s all stretched out? You certainly liked it the last time. You liked it so much you put all that precious, precious cum in it.”

“I did like it,” Tim said, taking a step toward the bed. Only stopping when his knees were about to hit the mattress. He saw where the blanket covered her feet and thought irresistibly about taking hold of them to pull Harley to him.

He still felt the uncomfortable tightness of his pants around his fully erect manhood. Even after all this time, he remembered how good it felt to be inside her. She was getting him hot again without even seeing the body he wanted so badly to possess.

“You’re a criminal. Sick. You’re not well. I want to help you, that’s all. It’s not too late, you know.” He reached out to put his hand on her foot, giving it an affectionate squeeze. “I can help you get better… get you transferred to a nicer facility. If you want that, I’ll give you anything you need. But I can’t help you with this lust you have for me. What happened that day never should’ve happened, but it doesn’t mean you can’t find someone who loves you…”

Even as he spoke, he was unconsciously stroking his hand lightly up and down her calf.

“Oh, Daddy!” Harley wailed, tears welling up in her bright blue eyes. She twisted her body away from him, burying her face in her pillow.

The movement jerked her body and her sheets separate, showing Tim her soft, smooth, naked back. His cock gave a lustful twitch as he once again thought of how she was absolutely naked beneath the blanket.

“You don’t like me!” she sobbed, her voice muffled from shoving her mouth into the pillow. “Why don’t you just say it?! You think I’m a bad lay! You just came inside me because you felt sorry for me!”

“Harley, Harley…” Tim whispered comfortingly, sitting down on the edge of the bed where he could pet her shaking shoulders in an attempt to soften the blow she’d taken. “That’s not true at all! I had a good time, I’ll admit it. You’re a beautiful woman and you really know how to… well, if you weren’t in a mental institution…”

Harley pulled her out of her pillow to look at him. Tim’s heart beat faster when he met her gaze. Her disheveled hair fell in glossy blonde waves about her pretty face, while there was a sensual vulnerability with her big eyes gleaming with tears, surrounded by runny make-up. Her skin felt hotter under his hands. He pressed more firmly into the supple flesh, feeling the taut muscle underlying her skin, waiting to throw itself into a sexual frenzy with him.

“What does it matter if I’m in Arkham? I can bust out pretty much any time!” Harley sniffled, holding back tears. “I love you! Don’t you love me anymore? You really loved me good when you were in my mouth and on top of me; why can’t you love me now?”

“Harley, it’s wrong…” His voice trailed off, his eyes locking on Harley. She was so insanely attractive that it was hard to remember how wrong it was. He saw her mouth trembling as she tried not to cry, her full lips pouting—he could erase that expression with one kiss, replace it with her little coos of crazed ecstasy.

Tim found it impossible to get rid of the image of those luscious lips wrapped around his prick, moving up and down with the most astonishing sensations rippling through his manhood. Following Harley’s pumping lips and lapping tongue. Until the heat of her craziness worked its way down to his balls and his cum followed the trail she’d blazed right back to her mouth.

“What about you and Joker?” Tim asked very quietly, even as he leaned in close to her.

“Why would I want him when I could have a stud like you?” Harley whispered back, raising her lips to meet his. “Fuck me like you did that night and I’ll never go back to him again. I’ll be yours. Don’t ya want me t’ be yours, batty-boy? Yer good girl? I’m tired of being a bad girl. Make me a good girl. I can’t tell the difference, but you can do it for me. If I make you happy, I’m being a good girl. If I don’t, it’s cuz I’m a bad girl. You can punish me for being a bad girl. And if I’m a really, really good girl—you can still punish me…”

Their lips touched gently. Tim pulled back from the electric touch, his whole body shuddering from what had almost happened.

“We can’t… shouldn’t…” he stammered, closing his eyes.

“But we have to,” Harley sighed, raising one hand to softly caress his cheek, then sliding her fingernails cuttingly over his face until they caught on the edges of his mask. It wouldn’t come off, not with the epoxy holding it to his skin, so when she pulled down on it, he went with it. His face down to hers, his lips pressing up against hers.

She brushed her lips gently against his and with a sigh of surrender Tim opened his mouth to her oral caress, working his tongue into her mouth and feeling her tongue respond to its touch.

“My Harley,” he muttered as he finally gave in to his overwhelming urges. It no longer mattered if it was right or wrong. It felt too good for either of those things to make a difference. All he cared about now was feeling Harley’s warm, delicious body melting into his arms.

“Yours to rev.”