Balcony night with Dinah

Aaron put his arms on the railing of the balcony, the cool night air brushing against his bare skin as he looked out over the sprawling grou

Aaron put his arms on the railing of the balcony, the cool night air brushing against his bare skin as he looked out over the sprawling grounds of the Queen Mansion. The city lights glimmered in the distance. It was peaceful out here, the kind of moment that made you take a deep breath and let your mind wander.

The soft padding of footsteps behind him broke the silence, and he turned just in time to see Dinah Lance approaching, her nude hourglass illuminated by the warm light spilling out from the master bedroom. She moved with an effortless grace, the kind that came naturally to her. Her boobs jiggled as she walked would catch anyone’s attention, but today, only Aaron.

“Hey there, stud,” Dinah teased, leaning casually on the railing next to him, her blond hair brushing over her shoulder. Her butt was on the railing, eyes peering over her shoulder. Aaron was looking directly ahead until he noticed something.

“Dinah. You… cut your hair?” Aaron said, noting that it was now shoulder-length.

“Haha, Oliver did it for me,” Dinah said with a chuckle, running a hand through the ends. “I was meaning to get it ready for my wedding.”

“Congratulations,” Aaron said, genuine warmth in his voice. He couldn’t help but smile; there was something contagious about Dinah’s excitement.

“Thanks,” Dinah said, her eyes softening as she looked out over the grounds. The moonlight cast a silver glow across her skin, highlighting her hourglass figure. She turned to face him, one eyebrow raised playfully. “You ever think about marriage, Aaron? You know, settling down and all that?”

Aaron’s mouth quirked into a small grin. “I guess I have, here and there. It’s not easy with our lives, you know? But… yeah, I think about it.”

Dinah tilted her head, curiosity sparking in her blue eyes. “Anyone special in mind?”

“Yeah,” Aaron said, his voice steady as he glanced back out at the city. “Cassandra Cain.”

Dinah’s eyes widened slightly before recognition dawned on her face. “Cassandra? Bruce mentioned once that she was seeing someone. Didn’t realize it was you,” she said with a sly smile. “She’s one hell of a fighter. And quiet. I bet you two make an interesting pair.”

Aaron chuckled. “We fuck. A lot.”

“Then she's one lucky woman. I never even learned to orgasm until I fucked you. I still can't tell if it's all skill or…”

Aaron stood on the balcony with an ease that came naturally, the moonlight casting a soft glow across his sculpted frame. At 5'11", he wasn’t the tallest, but his build was commanding—broad shoulders, defined muscles carved from years of dedication and training. His dark hair, damp from an earlier shower, fell just over his striking grey eyes that seemed to catch the light in a way that made them almost silver.

But what really set Aaron apart, and what Dinah couldn’t help but eye up like a slut, was the undeniable presence of his manhood. It was, frankly, addicting to look at—thick, long, and hanging heavily against his thighs with an air of effortless confidence. He was the kind of man who seemed almost sculpted, like an artist had taken extra care to make every detail flawless. His skin was smooth and beige. A white man through and through.

Indeed, he might not be the tallest but he was the most hung.

Was he all size? Dinah knew that was the furthest thing from the truth. If, god forbid, Aaron was the same size as Oliver, he still would have fucked her better— till she submitted. The only difference between the amount of time it took to do it.

Aaron removed his hands from the railing and turned to face her. Dinah did the same and was immediately captured by his swaying dick.

“Your cock is much bigger than Ollie's, it's not even funny.” Dinah's remark was followed by him grabbing her hips. “Actually, it's a little funny.”

“Don't make fun of your future husband like that. He does his best.” He squeezed her bare ass cheeks while smiling.

“You're double his size, how can I not? Mm, but I suppose you're right. He is going to be my husband and you haven't completely stretched out my pussy.”

A brow raised. Dinah snickered.

“I'm trying to make him feel better. You and I both know his cock isn't ever touching my walls.”

“Let's cut him some slack.”

A giggle. “Let's.”