I think the purest form of love is just wanting someone to notice life with you. "taste this. look at that. hear this song." again and again. until you can't imagine noticing life without them.
You are ovulating, and all you can think about is climbing onto Clark’s cock and riding him until your legs give out. From across the office, you hear something snap before Clark begins apologising for breaking yet another mouse, and one of your colleagues teases him about this being his third one that month. Blood rushes to your cheeks when it dawns on you that Clark can probably smell your arousal and knows exactly why it is so much stronger today.
Fuck.. the poor man must be desperate to bend you over your desk, shove his cock inside your pussy and feel you soak him while everybody else continues working around you. The moment you stand, you signal for him to follow you to the private bathroom, and sweet Clark trails behind you like a lost puppy. Neither of you lasts longer than ten minutes, although remaining quiet becomes almost impossible when his thick cock keeps stretching you so deliciously.
He bends you over the sink, holds your jaw and makes you watch yourself in the mirror as he keeps telling you that your pussy is so sweet and so fuckin tight around his cock. Clark promises to fill you until his cum leaks down your thighs, then fuck every drop back inside you the moment you return home. How are you supposed to sit at your desk afterwards when your pussy is still throbbing around nothing and every filthy thing he promised keeps replaying inside your head?
Bruce bends you over the Batmobile’s bonnet after a chase, your dress bunched around your waist and your panties shoved aside while he fucks you from behind. The engine has only just been cut, leaving the metal warm beneath your palms and stomach as he holds your hips and drives his cock deep into you.
At first, it makes every thrust feel even dirtier, but it soon becomes uncomfortable. Bruce feels you tense and stops immediately, staying buried while he checks the skin pressed to the bonnet.
“It’s too hot,” he says.
“Don’t stop.”
You rock your hips back, desperate to make him move again.
“Please, Bruce. It feels too fuckin' good.”
He refuses to let the metal burn you, but he does not pull out. One arm wraps around your waist while the other hooks beneath your thigh, and he lifts and turns you without slipping free, pinning your back to the cooler driver’s door. Your legs lock around his waist as he supports your weight, letting him drive up into you and reach even deeper than before.
A small bulge moves low in your stomach. Bruce covers it with his palm and pushes into you again, watching it rise against his hand.
“You feel me here?” he asks.
You can only nod before he resumes, his eyes fixed on the bulge shifting beneath his palm.
“Touch yourself.”
Your hand slips between your bodies and rubs your clit while he fucks you against the door. You cum as you moan his name into his mouth, your pussy clenching so tightly that his pace falters. When you beg him to cum inside, he sinks all the way in and fills you, keeping his palm flat over the bulge as he cums so hard and his whole body shakes against yours..
i want history museums i want art galleries i want forests i want waterfalls i want oceans i want long car drives i want concerts i want book stores i want rooftops i want star gazing i want to travel i want to feel
Clark cannot fuck you, not while his entire friend group is downstairs in the living room and you both need to be ever so quiet, but neither of you can ignore how horny you are any longer, so he lets you use his thigh to relieve yourself instead. The grey sweatpants he had been wearing are the cause of your downfall to begin with; he looked so fucking hot in them, and every time he changed position on the sofa, your eyes fell to the shape of his cock beneath the soft material as you imagined what it would feel like inside you. By the time you make it upstairs, he is already so hard that you can see and feel him pressing against you, but Clark cares far less about being touched than he does about taking care of you.
He pulls off those damned sweatpants, sits on the edge of the bed and guides you onto his bare thigh, both hands holding your hips firmly as he helps you ride him. He keeps you in position and controls your movements just enough to stop the bed from creaking or your bodies from making too much noise, all while listening to the conversation downstairs in case anyone begins walking towards the stairs. It only makes you more frustrated, though, because every drag of your pussy across the hard muscle reminds you that you still cannot feel him properly. When Clark finally gives in and rips your panties from your body, the sudden display of strength sends you into a frenzy, and you begin riding his thigh so hard that your wetness glistens across his skin. The slick sound of your pussy rubbing against him is the only thing accompanying your heavy breathing, and Clark has to tighten his grip on your hips to stop you from moving the bed.
He tries to remain focused on you, but he cannot resist freeing his cock and pressing it against the inside of your leg, desperate for any friction he can get. He is painfully hard by now, the thick head already angry and leaking, and your hand reaches between your bodies to wrap around him. Your movements are messy from the way you are still grinding against his thigh, but you manage to rub your thumb over his tip and spread everything leaking from him while Clark buries his face against your neck. He bites down on your shoulder to smother his whimpers, and the feeling of his teeth against your skin is what finally sends you over the edge. You cum so hard across his thigh that your whole body trembles in his hands, and Clark flexing the muscle beneath your swollen pussy only draws it out until you are shaking against him.
You want to make him feel the same, so you slide from his lap and drop to your knees, although your legs are so unsteady that Clark has to catch you before you lose your balance. Before he can ask if you are all right, your mouth closes around his tip, and poor Clark nearly moans loudly enough for you to swear his friends downstairs must have heard him. You try to take as much of him as you can, stretching your lips around his thickness while your hand works everything your mouth cannot fit, and it takes only a few minutes before Clark is cumming hard into your mouth. You swallow all his cum proudly, keeping your eyes on his as you continue teasing his sensitive tip with your lips and tongue until his hand tightens in your hair.
The way Clark looks down at you makes his thoughts painfully obvious. He is already trying to work out how quickly he can get rid of every person downstairs so he can fuck you everywhere in his house.
