Flip her on her back and fuck her

Black Canary was no slut but she could certainly seemed like one.

Dinah's body quivered beneath Aaron. Flipped onto her back, his immense cock still deeply embedded within her, the stud and the Justice League heroine wore mirrored smiles. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer as he began to pound into her. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body, making her scream out his name in a mixture of ecstasy and desperation.

"Aaron! Yes! Yessss! Fuck me harder! Harder!"

Thrust, thrust, thrust. Soon enough, Dinah could only gasp in response, cunt trembling and quivering from the back to back orgasms. She could feel her soul threatening to consume her whole. Aaron's hands gripped her thighs, holding her in place as he continued to drive himself deeper into her.

"Holy FUCK, Aaron," she panted. "Your cock... it's so big…! So fucking good…!"

Aaron's grey eyes locked onto hers, his expression one of pure determination. He knew exactly what he was doing to her, how she was being pushed to the brink of ecstasy. With each powerful thrust, he could feel her walls tightening around his cock. Climaxing again and again.

He smirked.

"You love my cock inside you."

"Yes! Yes, I do!" she screamed, convulsing as another orgasm ripped through her. Her inner muscles clenched around his cock and her arms over his shoulder. She was clinging. She was trying.

She failed to be a Justice League member.

Aaron's own release was building. He could feel the pressure mounting, his balls tightening as he prepared to unleash his load deep inside her.

And, well, that was what he did. He nutted inside, deep as he could be, and made the Canary go absolutely wild. A primal, wild moan from this man and his godly cock.

Oliver could never.

Dinah's body went limp beneath him, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Aaron pulled out slowly, his cock glistening with their combined juices. His cock slapped her pussylips, the touch gentle compared to the intensity of their earlier encounter.

“Hahhh…nnngggh…” Dinah's orgasm-fueled, batshot crazy expression slowly melted. She regained her focus. What was her focus?

Aaron's Reigner fourteen inch cock.

“P-pleassseee…agaaiinn…aggaiiinshhh…”

Slurring her words together, she spread her legs. Her hole was destroyed.

‘It's only been one night I'm already loosening her up with my dick.’

Realistically, how were other men supposed to compete? Their average or above average cocks were built to fuck, sure. They could make a lifetime of memories and really love a girl. And all it took was a couple of strokes like this from Aaron and they were forgotten.

SCHLAP—! SCHALP—! SCHLAP—! SCHALP—! SCHLAP—! SCHALP—!

When a woman begged to get fucked, mating press her. Balls slapping, cock going deeper than ever, squating and using all your muscles and cock to fuck her.

That was the view Oliver Queen stumbled into and intended to stop. He kicked open the door and thrust his hips forward to flex his eight inch cock. In any other room, he might have been the biggest.

He smirked, walked into the room like a badass, eyes closed, and jerked his dick off. “Alright, Dinah, time for a real—”

“BIGGEST! NGGHHH! COCK! EVERRR~!”

He opened his eyes and witnessed his fiancé get absolutely fucked and destroyed in a mating press. Hanging on Aaron's neck like a whore, gushing like a virgin slut, and getting pounded by a porn star.

A nightmare to many fiancée's.

Not to Oliver. He blinked and just watched.

“...maybe in a bit.” Oliver walked backwards. He grabbed the door knob. “Hey, honey! Just because he came, doesn't mean you have to stop! Milk that cock of every drop!”

Oliver slammed the door closed and let Aaron stretch his wife's holes for another two hours. In the meantime, he would make breakfast.

***

Black Canary and Green Arrow’s relationship had always been one of the most celebrated romances in the superhero world. It was the kind of love that could withstand battles, betrayals, and even Oliver Queen’s notoriously big mouth. Dinah Lance, sharp-tongued and fiercely independent, had been the perfect counterbalance to Oliver’s roguish charm and occasional arrogance. Together, they embodied that electric combination of passion and partnership—two warriors who could fight side by side in perfect synchronicity, even if they couldn’t agree on where to have dinner later.

Dinah was the type of woman who could command a room just by walking into it. Between her stunning beauty, steely resolve, and the fact that she could scream someone into the next zip code, she was a **** of nature. Oliver, for his part, often seemed like he couldn’t believe his own luck. He was bold, confident, and unrelentingly stubborn, but he also knew that Dinah Lance was way out of his league. She made him better—not because she demanded it, but because he never wanted to let her down.

To anyone watching from the outside, their relationship looked like a match made in comic book heaven. Sure, they fought. A lot. Dinah didn’t suffer fools gladly, and Oliver, despite his best intentions, had a habit of being a fool. But for every argument, there was a tender moment—Oliver patching her up after a fight, Dinah rolling her eyes as he cooked her terrible pancakes, or both of them silently holding hands on a rooftop at dawn. It was clear that, for all their flaws, they loved each other deeply.

That’s what made it all the more surprising when Dinah picked out a hall pass. When she ordered both men, Aaron Reigner and Oliver Queen, to stand on opposing ends to get their rewards.