Page 18 of Tempt Me

He squinted at me as if this were a test. “You promise not to knock me out?”

I chuckled. “I promise.”

Batman leaned forward, and being so tall meant his mouth was the perfect height for my breasts. He paused, and our gaze met. Batman’s eyes were an intense green, as if his superpowers were drawing the pigment out of my costume. I don’t think I’d ever seen such a vibrant iris color. The dark lashes circling his eyes enhanced the attraction.

“Go on,” I said. “I won’t hurt you.”

He reached up with his left hand and ran his smooth fingers over my perky nipple. Next second, he flipped me onto my back and pinned me beneath him.

His glorious grin was the only thing that saved him from a karate chop to his Adam’s apple.

“Gotcha!” He grabbed my hands and held them to my sides.

“I guess you do, bad boy. What do you plan to do with me now?”

He blinked a few times, and I could see his mind churning.

“How do you get out of that costume?” I asked.

“There’s a zip up the back.”

“Can you take it off but leave your cape and mask on?”

“Yeeeessss.” He dragged the word out. “Only if you keep your corset and mask on.”

“Deal,” I said. “Help me up.”

Batman stood and launched me to my feet.

With sneaky glances at each other, we both plucked at our costumes, and within a minute or so, I’d stripped out of my unnecessary apparel and wore my mask, my corset with my boobs still peeking over the top, and a pair of French knickers that I’d worn beneath my costume underpants.

Batman was down to his blue jockey underpants, his cape, and mask.

What was hidden beneath his costume should never have been concealed. Batman had a body that would make any woman swoon and most men jealous. A thick swirl of hair covered his pectoral muscles and gathered in a line that ran all the way to his jocks.

I stepped forward and ran my fingers through that tussle of coarse hair. I’d never had a lover with so much chest hair before. With my shoes now off, his nipples were the perfect height for sucking. So, as I glided my fingers across his chest, I leaned forward and flicked his nipple with my tongue.

Batman sucked air through his teeth and placed his hands on my shoulders. As I rolled my teeth on either side of his hardening bud, careful not to hurt him again, his hands roamed to my plumped-up breasts. He had soft yet firm hands that massaged my breasts and manipulated my nipples with expert skill.

My wandering hands found his groin, and I ran my palm over the length of his hardening rod. Batman groaned and crumbled at his knees a little with my touch. I slipped my hand into his jocks and tugged his cock out over the elastic.

Batman sucked in a deep breath and stepped back. He glanced down at his growing erection and then at me. A lustful glaze glistened in his green eyes. “I feel like I’ve fallen into a dream.”

“Let’s make it a reality then.” I hooked my thumbs into his jocks and lowered them to his ankles, and when he stepped out, I tossed them aside.

He swallowed hard, then he stepped forward and repeated the process with me.

Suddenly, all measured control evaporated. His hands were on me, his fingers in me, his mouth sucking my breasts, his tongue lashing my nipples. My knees buckled with the glorious onslaught, and I grasped his cock in one hand and his balls in the other and stroked him until his rock-hard cock stood to full-blown attention.

I glanced at the bed, and upon seeing two single beds I realized Batman shared a room. My only hope was that his roommate didn’t return any time soon.

Then again . . .

I smacked that naughty thought away and turned my attention back to the lovely specimen at my fingertips.

As I worked my magic on his rock-hard shaft, I spread my legs farther apart, and Batman slid two fingers inside me, spreading me and filling me all at once. From the angle he had, each thrust ground over my clit and punished by bud with exquisite rhythm. In and out, he repeated each thrust with the same intensity as the last. If he could do this all day, I’d let him. The heavenly movement ticked all the boxes. From the perfect pressure gliding over my sensitive clit on the outside to teasing my greedy erogenous zone deep, deep inside me.

My building orgasm made my insides squirm with impending release. I clutched my arms around him, clung onto his cape, and bent my knees so Batman could go as deep as his fingers could go. I cried out as an explosion of senses rocked my world. My orgasm was long and sweet and wet as it rolled through me again and again.

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