Page 19 of Tempt Me

Panting with exhaustion, I stepped back on my wobbly legs.

Batman’s cock stood between his legs like a flagpole. He didn’t have the biggest cock I’d ever seen—that victory went to the Jamaican drummer I’d met a few weeks ago. But the man before me was certainly well endowed, to the point where I wondered if his solid member would fit inside me.

With my still throbbing pulses rocketing from my insides to my clit, I was willing to give his beast a go.

“We need a condom.” My unsteady legs took me to my bag, and I dug around for the foil packets I knew were in there. I plucked one out and handed it to him. He tore the foil open with his teeth, and as he rolled it onto his cock, I glanced around the room. The kitchen counter caught my eye, and I strode over and turned with my back against it.

My reflection in the large glass doors made my decision perfect, and I beckoned Batman over. His cock stood bold and proud as he crossed the distance between us. I turned, placed my hands on the counter, spread my legs, and thrust my ass toward him.

“Look.” I indicated toward the glass door to our right. “We can see ourselves.”

A primal groan released from Batman’s throat, and as I watched the reflection, I both saw and felt his mighty cock nudge my pussy. I put my hand between my legs and guided him inside me.

I eased back until Batman’s cock filled me all the way to the hilt. He stretched me like no man had stretched me before. It was a little uncomfortable, touching something deep inside me that didn’t want to be touched.

“Stay still,” I urged.

He stiffened. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re very big.”

A primal groan tumbled up his throat, and his big hands squeezed my hips.

I analyzed our reflection. Here I was, Plain Jane, Memphis, and Poison Ivy all rolled into one, getting fucked by a masked superhero. If I thought my year was crazy before, it had officially hit insane now.

And it felt so fucking good.

I slowly pulled forward, dragging his glorious member out of me. But at the very tip, I stopped and pushed against him again. His fingers gripped my hips as I drew him in with exquisite slowness. It didn’t hurt this time. In fact, it was the opposite. Whatever the head of his cock played with inside me begged for more.

Repeating the move, I drew out and back in, a little faster this time.

I did it again, and planted my feet and let Batman take over. In the reflection, I watched my breasts swing back and forth against my corset and his cape swished with each thrust. He tilted his head upward, clenched his jaw, and rammed into me again. I reached up onto my toes, giving him a deeper plunge that hurt like hell but felt so fucking good at the same time.

Our rhythm grew faster, and I clutched the counter and squeezed my eyes shut as he pounded me. My second orgasm was a shuddered explosion that rocked me to my core. I cried out, and Batman joined me in grunts of primitive pleasure.

“Yes,” he yelled. “Yes. Yes. Yes.” He continued to thrust until he began to soften inside me.

Batman peeled his fingers off my hips, and I pushed up from my bent-over position. I turned to look at my sixteenth sexual conquest for this year. He opened his eyes and smiled. It was that glorious smile that showed complete satisfaction.

“That was amazing,” he said.

“I agree.” I nodded. “Do you always come here as Batman?”

He shook his head. “First time.” He licked his lips. “Although I think I will every time from now on.”

“It suits you.”

“Thanks.” His eyes shifted, and a look of concern clouded them. “Nobody will believe this happened. Not with a woman like you.”

I’d had this comment from a couple of men already this year, and I had the perfect solution. I tucked my breasts back into the corset and set about gathering my bits and pieces off the floor. I found my French knickers that had been tossed aside in haste and held them toward him. “Will these help?”

His eyes lit up. “Sure will. Thank you.”

I put on my green costume undies and sat on his bed to strap on the high heels.

“Are you going to tell me your real name?” Batman moved to the dining table and sat with his cape over his groin.

“Masked crusaders never reveal their true identity.” I strode to him, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and made my way to the door.

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