HARLEY.

I'm just a petty thief. Every night I work the streets, desperate to make it to the next day. A chance meeting between Evelyn and I was fate. And fate can always be ignored. But I didn't. I stayed; knowing that I was going against my better judgement. I only had to save her life, take a few of her belongings and disappear. I had no idea what I was getting myself into when I decided to care about someone other than my myself.

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Soft.
Pure.
Just the right fit for me. I nudge her hips further to make space for me. Stuffing her full with my cock. I hear her softly whimper, struggling beneath me. "So tight," I whisper into her ear and her body gives in just a little bit. "Let me in, princess. Take me deep."
She cries out in pain, as I thrust deeper into her. Deeper than I was able to fit last night when I took her innocence.
"It hurts, please." Her soft voice, her pleas, begging for mercy are like an afrodisiac.
Soft hands, push against my chest and I see a tear rolling down her cheek. "Damien, please." Her eyes plead for mercy. But I need her more than she knows, so I start to beg her too. With kisses on her neck, her face. "Let me have you again, princess. I promise...I promise I'll take care of you." Fuck, I'd give her anything she wants as long as she lets me have this sweet pussy.
My hand explores her body like a map. Rubbing circles on Harley's skin as I fuck through the little resistance she has.
"Yes, fuck. Right there, princess." She's so warm, so perfect that I'll never have enough.
Her defense slips away and I fuse my mouth to hers. The sweet taste of her, her body trapped beneath mine, open, vulnerable. Wet and full of my cock. My sweet princess cries into my mouth and I feel her pulling me in. Legs wrapped around me, wanting me to stay inside her until we're both spent.