Fuck it

'Fuck it.'

With that, Aaron was back to plowing Cassandra.

Hands and face pressed to the shower window, threatening to break the glass material with every tremendous thrust, Cassandra was in a state of pure bliss. In their time together, Aaron found doggy-style to be his personal favourite and in the shower he simply couldn't describe the feeling. The warm water was so, so pleasant as it hit his skin. Then there was Cassandra's moaning which was erratic, slightly broken and music to his ears.

And to top it all off, he could see it. He could see her face twist and turn and bend in the mirror across.

Cassandra Cain was a living weapon. Built to fight and kill and to do it perfectly. She was built for so much more than just sex. Yet here she was, getting fucked by a massive, thick rod over a foot-long. Ironically, this level of raw mating was only achievable because of her training and accolades. Any other woman would have either gone mad or been left twitching and completely fucked up.

Five days. Cassandra's pussy and legs were sore enough to incapacitate the most seasoned warrior yet she kept going. She never gave up. She resisted, she stood, she took on as much pleasure as she possibly could.

Aaron got excited simply watching. Sometimes, he thrusted from a different angle to test for a new reaction. Would her cunt respond differently? Would it get tighter? Softer? Would she climax?

Aaron was fucking her so hard Cassandra was having trouble standing. The shower glass trembled, as did Cassandra who experienced her twenty-something orgasm in a row. It was sensational. It was toe-curling. She didn't want it to stop.

"I'm almost there," Aaron muttered into her ear. His body on top of hers, he grabbed her breasts, fingers pinching them, then released the coiled sensation in his loaded balls. "I'm cumming, Cass! Fuck! Take it!"

He poured his essence inside her, heaving out a breath. Moaning into her ear, pelvis pressed to her ass, he made certain he was deep enough to paint everything white.

Cassandra started sliding down the glass, shoulders shaking, lips twitching from silent laughter. All the energy in her muscles had dissipated. Luckily, Aaron was already in a position where he was holding her, so he was able to keep her up as he pumped her full of his seed. Every last shot of his sloppy jizz.

Five days and Aaron's loads hadn't lessened in the slightest. Honestly, Aaron was a little curious about his limits. He had fucked Cassandra **** over a dozen times, despite the fact she (according to her own words) was supposed to be the epitome of martial arts. Someone who stood at the peak of physical conditioning.

He exhaled, tickling Cassandra's ear, then brought both himself and her upright. She wasn't heavy so he was able to clean her of his cum and carry her to his bed without problem. He was fast and efficient and prepared breakfast while she slept.

'Hopefully not for long.' Aaron checked the clock. 'Thirty minutes till I have to leave the house.'

He must have gone easy on her in the bathroom because she was up in about ten minutes.

"Hey," Aaron greeted. He didn't quirk a brow upon seeing her in her Batgirl attire. After all, he spent many hours ravaging her in it. Plenty of role play and all that.

Still, walking in that skin tight black leather outfit with the yellow-rimmed bat symbol and pointy-shaped mask gave her a mysterious, erotic allure. She sat at the table and immediately started eating. Pancakes and toast with butter and jam. Nothing special yet Cassandra pulled her mask off and ate it as if it was a delicacy.

"Seems like you like it," Aaron commented. Cassandra nodded feverishly. It warmed his heart to see such a pure reaction to his food.

"Very good," Cassandra praised, a long pause between her words. She stuck her fork in a pancake. "Like Alfred's," she added. The Wayne family's butler was Alfred Pennyworth. Aaron wasn't privy to everything about the Bat Family but Alfred was considered a vital point in their operations.

"I have to say: telling me about Batman and Bruce Wayne and all your guys' history is risky." Saying it was risky was the understatement of the century and he wanted her to recognize that. "Really, really risky. I'm just some guy, I'm not special. We haven't even known each other for long. Why tell me?"

Cassandra said nothing. Her hands continued to help her eat. After that, she exhaled quietly and looked at him. "I trust you," Cassandra said, ears blushing red. "Is…that weird?"

"No." Well, yes, but he wasn't going to say that. "I appreciate it. Thank you, Cass. Ah, can I call you Cass?"

She nodded, still blushing, and went back to eating. Aaron inhaled sharply. Pretending that he wasn't moved by her was difficult. It was probably the nicest thing anyone had said to him. Once the two of them were done and the plates were washed, it was time to depart.

Cassandra–now Batgirl–pecked him on the cheek before pulling on her mask, leaping out the window and traversing the rooftops. It was almost dawn. The sun was ready to appear. The blueness of the sky hid her from the prying eyes of the ordinary folks going to work.

Aaron checked the clock again. It was time to head to work.

He pushed past the fact that that was his first kiss. His first time having sex. His first everything. He really did his best to numb the butterflies in his stomach but he couldn't. In his twenty-five years of living, Cassandra was quite possibly the kindest, most selfless person he had ever met and she showered him with said kindness without mercy. She ate his food, complimented him on his physique and personality and the state of his home. She said it was cool. She said it was cozy. She said she wanted to know about the kind of games he played.

The kiss on the check stayed on his mind. Leaving his apartment unit, he couldn't stop thinking about it. He couldn't stop thinking about her.