Perfection was the gasp that flew from his woman’s throat as he pinned her against the glass. Paradise was the feeling of her slick skin sliding against his. It was the sting of her nails digging into his shoulders as she clung to him. And heaven… heaven was the soaking wet tightness of her cunt wrapped around his cock.
Bruce grit his teeth and fucked. It was more than just lustful craving. It was a need. He needed this cunt, needed to be deep inside. That was where his cock belonged, buried to the hilt. The blood in his veins was burning like gas in the engine, fire pumping through his body.
His woman deserved nothing less… but God, she’d never driven him this wild before…
The shower sprayed over, pelting the stall glass, the tiles below. Thick steam swallowed them both up. The sound of skin slapping against skin was their carnal drum beat. But he could still hear Selina over it all, gasping in his ear.
“Jesus, Bruce-”
Selina shook hard against him then, choking on whatever she had planned to say. Bruce slowed himself, resisting the beastly urge to fuck her until she couldn’t stand.
“Too much to handle?” He grunted into the crook of her neck. He kissed her there, letting his teeth rake over the skin. Her body responded in that splendid way, all shivers and moaning.
“Fuck no.” She managed to say, bringing her hands up to rake her fingers through his drenched hair. “You know… how I like it…”
Indeed, Bruce knew it very well. Selina Kyle was a woman of many tastes. She liked it gentle, she liked it rough. She liked it on the floor, on the bed, against the wall. She even liked being put on her knees. But when it came to men, her preference was singular. He had to be the wolfish sort - the kind of man who would consume her.
Bruce found it in himself to fuck even harder. Muscles tight, veins surging, he took an iron grip on her waist, fingers sinking into the soft flesh, and drove himself into her. Plunging his steel rod of a cock into the sweltering heat of her sex. The feel of her around him was exquisite, but it was the squealing, all those wonderful, pitiful sounds spewing from that sweet little mouth, that pleased him deeply, stoking dark satisfaction in a part of himself Bruce didn’t even know he had.
Possessiveness was not a new feeling, but this was more than that. Much more. Ivy’s concoction was no doubt the cause, but Bruce cared less and less with every thrust of his lips, every heated moan floating from his woman’s throat.
His woman. Yes.
This body, slim and limber, with ripe, perky breasts… that flat tummy and those swelling hips… that perfect peach of an ass… all that soft, creamy skin… it was his. His to have. To hold. To fuck.
Selina was screaming, screaming so beautifully, but Bruce turned his gaze down to where they joined. He watched his cock skewer her over and over, feeling a stirring in his gut at the sight of his thickened shaft splitting her pussy apart. His ego raged, swelling to an inferno, knowing that no other man would ever break her down like this. Nobody could bring the notorious Catwoman to such a shrieking fit. Nobody but him.
“Tight. So damn tight.” He seethed through clenched teeth.
Selina wrapped her legs around his waist, letting him and his cock hold her up against the glass. The honeyed walls of her cunt fluttered around him then, sending a stirring straight to his balls. She slapped his chest, half-hearted.
“Don’t- don’t blame me. Your fault… for being… so fucking huge. Fuck.”
The way her eyes snapped shut with her brow pinched in made Bruce think she was in pain. With his cock buried to the root, swallowed up in the delight of womanhood, it was a valiant effort to find restraint.
“You hurt?”
Selina’s green eyes slid open and they burned with impatience.
“I didn’t fucking tell you to stop.”
The backtalk always riled him up. They both knew it. In a way, it was even more liberating than open permission. Because as much as he craved to conquer this woman and her body… the glint in her eyes told him she craved it even more.
Bruce adjusted his grip, slipping his hands under Selina’s thighs. Good leverage. She weighed little - or maybe he had gotten stronger since the last time he held her like this. He didn’t think too much on that. How could he with a woman like this in his arms, with her cunt so hot and tight and silky soft, drenching every inch of his hard cock?
He fucked. He rutted. Snarling like an animal as he stabbed his prick into her. Her screaming was sweetness, pain and ecstasy turned into music that blared in his ears. She melted into him. All she could do was hold on while his manhood ran through her insides. A pumping piston. A battering ram. Conquering. Claiming.
Her surrender was a stream of sputtering curses, even sweeter than her screaming.
“Fuckfuckfuck yessss! Fuck me faster, faster, fasterfasterfaster- Don’tyoufuckingdareslowdown-”
From there it was plenty more of that. Barely coherent in her fits of pleasure, Selina endured Bruce’s savage conquest, turning from demanding to begging to demanding again and so on. She kissed at his face, at his forehead, cradling his head to her bosom, whispering when she could no longer shriek. More. She wanted more.
Bruce gave it. The shower spray, the steam, even Selina’s voice, it all faded away. There was nothing but the bliss of her body, the heaven between her legs. The heat swallowed him up, all the way to his aching balls.
He was close, so close to planting his flag, planting his seed-
Selina seized up, a choking scream breaking in her throat. Her nails dug into the back of his neck, the sharp sting dragging Bruce from the brink of pleasure.
“FU-U-UCK.” She cried out as she came.
She sank against him, sighing, groaning. Spent. For now.
The temptation was there, faint but not weak. The desire to keep fucking, to ruin her. Bruce held back.
She was his woman. Only a fool broke what was his.
- - -
It felt like ages had passed when she finally came down from that high. Slowly, Selina’s senses returned to her while her body still buzzed with the aftershocks of bliss.
The warmth seeping through her flesh was pleasing and familiar. Bruce always knew how to show her a good time. The years had only made him even more adept in the ways to drive her mad. Yet there was a whole new sort of heat brewing within her then. Different from the thick, hot steam or even from the heat of his cum pooling inside her. This heat was deeper than that, deeper even than the pit of her belly. A fireblossom, blooming and spreading. And spreading. And spreading.
Spreading to her chest, filling her heart with an ache that was so impossibly sweet. The ache went between her legs as well, but not the same sort that came from Bruce’s hard body slapping against hers. This ache was deeper, harsher. A craving.
That craving only grew stronger when Bruce drew his cock from her. Selina mewled, feeling so empty. Bruce belonged inside her. That cock of his was meant to make her scream, so why wasn’t it? Why wasn’t her man, her darling Bruce, fucking her again already? He loved her, didn’t he? She loved him. She wanted to worship him. What woman wouldn’t want that? To be on her knees for a man so tall and strong and brave and perfect and virile.
The strength had gone from her legs so she slid to the stall floor. The spray from above didn’t pelt her though. It was blocked by Bruce’s towering frame.
Her man. Her very own adoring god.
Selina stared up at him, at all of his perfection. The light just beyond his head cast his face, his whole front in shadow. It glittered though on the water pouring over his firm shoulders, his solid chest, and those beefing fucking arms…
“If… I got a little carried away…” Bruce started.
But Selina wouldn’t have it. She shook her head, reaching for his leg to shush him.
“Don’t… you dare… apologize… not for that.” A breathless laugh flew out next. “I’ve never come that hard in my life.”
Bruce said nothing at first, but Selina saw how his cock twitched ever so faintly.
“I can give you a breather if you need it.” He offered.
“Jackass.” Selina let her back rest against the wet glass. “Wipe that damn smile off your face.” She knew he was wearing one, too. Even through the shadow that shrouded his features.
“What smile?” He taunted, starting to stroke himself.
Selina’s eyes followed his hand, watching it work back and forth, back and forth over his shaft. The crown, big and meaty and gleaming, came peaking out of the foreskin again and again, each pump of his hand making droplets of leftover seed come dribbling out. It was all washed away by the shower. Selina’s heart bled for those little tragedies. Every drop should have landed on her tongue.
Bruce reached back and shut off the spray, like he could sense her needs and wants. He stepped up closer, bare feet splashing on the tile. Looming over her with all his size… and all his size.
All those inches of fat, veiny dick hanging over her face. Selina almost forgot to breathe. God, that was a gorgeous cock. Mouthwatering, entrancing, and waiting for her. Selina’s heart was fluttering.
And it wasn’t even her birthday.
Enough strength had returned to her legs that she brought herself to a squatting crouch, balancing just right on her toes as to spare her knees. Her hands went to those full, tree-trunk thighs for support. And her face… her face was inches from Bruce’s prized slab of manhood. The scent alone was starting to make her dizzy. Fuck, not even the shower could wash away the musk. It was still pouring off of him.
Selina couldn’t help herself - nor could she stop the little moan from rising in her throat. She let her nose brush along the shaft. Her lips, too. Then her tongue…
“Don’t look so proud of yourself.” She managed to say despite the potent fumes of cock damn near putting her in a trance. She looked up at her perfect man, his perfect dick eclipsing half of her face. What a vision she must have made. Hell, she felt his cock twitch. “Making his woman scream is what a man is supposed to do.”
“You want me to do it again?” Bruce’s voice had deepened. Something about his tone…
Selina shivered.
“Abso-fucking-lutely” She breathed, dragging her lips along the underside of his shaft. She kept going, down to his fat, hanging balls. She kissed them. Kissed them both. “But… let me return the favor first…”
Mouthing Bruce’s balls came as naturally to her as breathing - It may as well have been imprinted on her fucking DNA from how easy it was to slip into this state of worship. Sucking upon those fuzzy bulbs, letting their heft and flavor roll over her tongue, sent a jolt right down between her legs. It was pure, primal joy that went rocking through her gut.
Selina didn’t stop at Bruce’s balls, though, even if she wanted so badly to just gorge on their delectable taste. Her mouth yearned for all of him, all those inches of thickened, veiny cock.
She shucked back the foreskin, revealing that mouthwatering cockhead once more. Fat and smooth like a mallet, glistening wet. She nuzzled it. Licked it. The salty, bitter tang spread over her tongue.
Delicious.
“Hnnn.” Was the sound that came from Bruce’s throat. Strained, but not displeased.
Selina gave a happy little hum of her own, working the man’s prick with both hands. He swelled even more under her fingers, growing hard like she craved. More jism came leaking from the tip. Selina pumped her hands faster.
“You’re so worked up.” She cooed, taking delight from how Bruce’s muscled stomach tensed from her diligent efforts. “Let me take care of you, baby.”
“You’re torturing me.” Her man growled - though he made no move to escape. Nor did he try to stop her.
“Same thing.” Selina sang sweetly. She drew in, putting her mouth upon him again. Quick and easy it was, slipping her lips over the fattened crown. Then she was sucking.
Tasting salt, tasting that nectar, the potency of man straight from those big, virile balls. The thought had her trembling down to her bones. To have something so precious gliding down her throat…
“Yeah…” Bruce groaned. “That’s it…”
Selina swirled her tongue, lashing it over the head. Round and round and round she went, coating him in saliva. Layer after layer until it was trickling from her lips, dripping down to his balls.
Succulent. This cock was succulent. Selina could spend the rest of her life down on her knees like this, filling her mouth and throat with this magnificent monolith of masculinity. She loved this man. Loved this cock. A cock so big and juicy that she almost wanted to cry.
It felt right, being there, kneeling, worshiping. It was true. It was real.
Catwoman was meant to polish Batman’s knob.
“Selina… Cat…” Her man managed to utter between labored grunts. It got her some pricklings of pride, all the sounds she was dragging out of him.
Suddenly, there was a weight settling on top of her head. His hand taking hold. His thick, strong fingers went through her slick hair, pushing on her scalp. Possessive. Primal. The touch had her tummy fluttering as much as the taste of him.
Any other man, Selina wouldn’t have put up with it. The macho move of guiding her bobbing head, pushing her down to take more cock, to take it deeper. Here with Bruce, she was humming happily. The only man who had the right. She obeyed his silent command, sucking more of him down.
No mind paid to the ache of her jaw nor her stretched lips. She sucked and slurped with singular focus. Her man deserved it. He deserved all of her effort. All of her love.
“Fuck… I’m gonna…” The tremble she felt in his legs told her the rest.
Selina’s heart raced. Giddy, she bobbed her head even quicker, going down even further with each drop, sending the swollen cockhead punching into the back of her throat. She gagged herself on every suck now. The reward would be worth it.
Sure enough, Bruce was groaning out loud moments later. His release came spilling out over her tongue, hot and thick. It came out in great spurts, one, two, three, until her mouth was near overflowing with cum. The frothing seed almost came pouring down her chin, there was so damn much of it. Selina wouldn’t dare waste a drop. She gulped it down, swallowing the helping he pumped into her mouth, as well as each load that came after. Warm and thick going down. She savored it like honey.
“God…”
Eventually the spurts lessened to a trickle. Selina drew back, stroking Bruce with both hands once more, keeping her mouth wrapped around the tip and coaxing the last drops of cum onto her waiting tongue. The last weak spasms of his cock were sublime. Tasting her prize and feeling it glide down her throat was even better.
When she was finally done, Selina let out a delighted moan and let her mouth slip from Bruce’s cock with a loud, wet POP.
Not a single drop was wasted. Just like he deserved.
Selina looked up at her man, licking her lips clean. He was leaning against the stall glass, his hairy chest rising and falling. She could make out the details of his face now and she took a wicked sort of pride in the satisfied glint in his eyes.
“Hm.” Selina leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the drooping dick. It stirred faintly. “I didn’t wear you out, did I?”
Bruce’s gaze snapped to meet hers.
“Not a chance.” He replied firmly. There was that tone again. Selina felt a stirring of her own.
“Good. Good. Because I’m getting a couple more rounds out of you, handsome.”
This time, Selina could see the man’s cocky smile.
“Only a couple?”
The glint in his eyes shined just a bit brighter then. Satisfied, he was indeed. But not sated. He was far from sated.
For Selina, it left her breathless. The look of him, the sound of him, the taste of him. It was like she was falling for the man all over again, seeing all those muscles glistening and tense. Seeing that beautiful cock hanging, growing hard again.
“It’s like you know just what to say to a girl…” Selina mused.
Bruce wasn’t listening though. It was clear that his focus was on more wanton things. Bodily things. Selina’s body, in particular. His hunger was plain, almost obscene with how open it was. But it thrilled her.
He looked so different, too, looming over her the way he was. Just a bit larger. Just a bit more. All those thick, firm muscles tensed up, like he was ready to strike. That powerful body, so much bigger than her, ever so slightly making him seem more beast than man…
And down between his legs, there was the rod that had just pummeled her poor, poor throat… That looked a bit bigger, too. Her chest felt so light, it made her feel so dizzy, just looking at the fucking thing. It was a marvel, a wonder, all on its own. Every little detail, she drank it in. The thickness of it, the way it curved just so to the right. The way the veins bulged along the top and the flanks, even when it was only half-hard. A masterpiece.
A cock like that, Selina decided right then and there, could never belong to just one woman.
That cock deserved the world.