Novel & Cerita Joker X Haru

He watched with rapt attention as Haru’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his eyes squeezed shut as he rode the waves of pleasure. “Look at me,” Jiro commanded, his voice sharp and demanding. “Open your eyes, Haru. I want to see how much you want this.” Haru’s lashes fluttered open, his watery gaze meeting Jiro’s. “I want you,” he whimpered, his voice barely above a whisper. “I want you so bad…” Jiro withdrew his fingers, his cock already hard and aching for entry. He positioned himself at Haru’s entrance, his tip pressing against the tight ring of muscle. Haru tensed, his breath hitching as Jiro pushed forward, forcing his way inside inch by agonizing inch.

“This is Haru, my best friend. She basically got fired from her job and came looking for me.” “Hello,” Haru purrs, still eyeing Jaxon. And Jaxon still looks like he wants to put a gun in his mouth. Poor guy. “Get on my bike,” I tell Haru, leaving no room for argument. Haru nods, and I see the shift in her eyes. Now that I’m here, she doesn’t need to protect herself. She whimpers softly, her shoulders tensing, and I see her retreat inward. “Fuck,” I mumble and carefully take her hand. “Come on.”