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“You still think I’m some caped hero?” Pushing the second strap down her shoulder, I shove the tank down further until her breasts, perfect and round, pop out.

“No.” Water from her wet hair flies when she shakes her head. “I think you’re more like a dark knight.” She tilts her head to the side as I lean into her, giving me full access to her neck.

I kiss her there, just where her shoulder ends. While I’m here, I scrape my teeth along the sensitive spot before biting down.

She hisses a little, reaching her hand up and resting it on my cheek while I bite my way down her throat, over her shoulder.

“Are you well-rested, little bird?” I wrap my arm around her middle and pull her into my body so she can feel how hard she makes me.

“I am.” She pushes her ass back into me.

“Hmmm.” Sliding my hand along her stomach, I dip myfingers below the elastic of her panties. Her pussy is soaked already for me.

“Bend over for me. Hands on the mirror.” I shove my jeans down, fisting my cock. I’ve never been so hungry.

She complies, like the good girl she is.

For me.

Anyone who crosses her, they’ll find how bad she can be.

“Watch us in the mirror.” I pull the slip of fabric to the side, giving me full access to her beautiful pussy.

Her face bursts into a blush and I think I may die the best death there is.

“If you move your eyes away, you’ll go days before I let you come again.” It’s a threat I’m happy to make good on. Keeping her on edge for days, while I torment her over and over again, would be more fun than a man like me deserves.

But she makes me feel worthy.

The way she looks at me, like I really am a hero, breathes life in a soul I thought had dried up long ago.

“That sounds horrible.” She fakes a frown and I slap her ass.

“It would be for you.” I punctuate my sentence by thrusting into her sweet pussy.

Her eyes hold mine in the mirror as I pound into her, over and over again. Each thrust jiggles her breasts. No sense in denying myself. I reach around her, cupping each breast before I pinch her nipples, pulling them down hard.

She still manages to keep her eyes on me while she whimpers and whines from the torment I deliver.

Fuck, this woman is perfect.

After a few moments, I let go of her, letting the blood rush back into the starved peaks. Again, she hisses, but her eyes never falter.

She arches her back. The new angle sucks me in deeper, making the passage even tighter.

My balls pull tight.

The familiar zing of arousal speeds down my spine.

“Fuck.” I thrust harder.

Her swollen clit drips with her arousal when my fingers find it again. Rolling it between my fingers, pressing down just on the top, just like she loves, and she’s bucking back at me with a pitched fever.

But her eyes never leave me.

“Fuck. Fuck.” My mouth drops open. It’s all too much, but still not enough. I could fuck this woman every day for the rest of my life, and it wouldn’t be enough.

“Oh!” She slaps the mirror. “Can I? Please?” she begs me for her release.

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