Joker Kissing Harley Novels & Stories

I smiled and cleared my throat. "Sky, everything was fine—you didn’t have to come," I said jokingly, then smiled. "I wanted to be there when you saw our guests off, brother," he answered, smiling. I moved closer to Harley and then leaned down and kissed her lips lightly. "Did he wake you up?" I asked through our mind-link; instantly, I pulled back. "No, of course not. When he walked into the bathroom, I woke up and joined him," she answered as I felt a twinge of jealousy.

Harley Powers, known her entire life for being the mean girl — killed by an untimely change of heart. I grab the steering wheel as I watch her and just as I predicted, the person moves just as Harley is about to touch him. I notice her gasping as she takes a step back while the stranger, dressed in baggy jeans and a brown jacket, gets up from the road to block her way. He is wearing a black mask to cover his face and only his eyes can be seen. "And people say marriage is fun," I mutter under my breath as Harley starts to run back towards the car like a lost puppy.

His erection pressed against my center, begging for entrance. Harley leaned in and brushed his lips against mine, a low growl on his lips, hardly able to contain himself any longer. I didn’t want him to contain myself, so I wrapped an arm around Harley’s head and pulled him even closer to me, deepening the kiss. “Take off your pants,” I whispered to him.

As she steps closer to me, she runs her fingers down my arms, and guides my hands back up onto her body. God, that strong firm body. I don’t deserve her. Harley clears her throat. “Your turn.” She nods to the last shot on the bar. “I don’t want it; I just want you.” I can’t help myself anymore. I stand up and kiss her senseless. I press her face harder into mine. Her arms wrap around my neck and her fingers wind through my hair. “I should kick your ass for leaving like that you know? But I can see you’ve kicked it enough for the both of us.” Harley says breathlessly.

When I ended the kiss, I started kissing down his body until I was on my knees and facing his painfully hard cock. I sucked his cock as far back as I could go, then opened my throat to take him deeper. When he was fully in my throat, I moaned and he growled, “God, Harley, that is amazing.” I sucked his cock until he was thrusting into my throat. When he finally ejaculated, I watched his knees nearly buckle underneath him. I smiled, knowing I did that. It was quite a confidence booster for me.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. “Step the fuck away from her Pius.” He said angrily. I couldn't tell if he was angry at me or angry at–wait what? Puis? His name is Pius? Why do I feel like I've heard it before? Before I could react to anything, I felt a hand at the back of my neck and the next thing I knew, warm, moist lips on mine. It was Joker…and he was kissing me, what? He broke the kiss with a wide smile before getting inside his car and driving away. I was so perplexed, what was that for? I felt so disgusted, why?

The moment Harley got hold of him, she held him still, flipping him around so that his front was facing Izzy, and with just one sleek move, she put a nail in his dick. A thundering yelp tore out of my father's throat while he rolled on the floor like a bitch. Izzy tossed the nail gun to Harley and picked my father up from the ground, turning him so that he was facing Harley with a tsk. "You enjoy sticking out your dick for others to see, yeah?" She gritted and put another nail in his dick. My mouth gaped open, not because of what was being done to Dario, but because Harley seemed to care about what was done to me. Disgusting things which I couldn’t completely bring myself to talk about—the t

I retorted, matching my tone to hers. She huffed and crossed her arms over the too-white duvet, flexing her fists so the lettering across her knuckles stretched. Love and hate both got distorted. ‘Huh, sounds like your messed-up brain, buddy,’ said Knight. ‘Don’t act like yours is any better,’ I shot back. He held up his paws. ‘Can’t argue with that.’ “Some bastard poisoned me, all right?” said Harley, fixing her gaze on the linoleum floor. “I don’t know who it was or how they did it. Now Nova’s got the whole pack on lockdown while she tries to find the little bitch who did it.”

“Are you serious, Carlos? She didn’t even try to seduce you once?” I replied, my voice lower than I meant it to be. “Nope! She apologized instead. Like it was some sort of mistake she regretted!” My Beta was stupefied to hear my story. He scratched his ears, muttering under his breath. “Oh, that gotta be a first!” Well, it was! That kiss had burned, not because of how it felt, but what came after that. Harley’s pure eyes weren’t hungry for power, they were just tired. As if she were carrying too much for so long and didn’t expect anyone to help her.

she said as I strapped both helmets to the bike. I turned around and kissed her, holding the back of her neck in place as she gasped in surprise, and began to relax and kiss me back. Her lips, warm, soft, tasting slightly like mint, and her. Mostly her. I reached my hand behind her and grabbed that large ass, and it felt sensational between her leather pants and my gloves. I groaned as she moaned, pushing herself further into me. When I pulled back, she was smiling. “I like that you trust me to take you anywhere without asking questions.” I corrected her earlier assumptions as I took her hand, and turned towards the entrance of the club.