Fucking her for hours

Two hours later.

Diana was pressed to the wall and getting railed. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her hands gripping his shoulders as he thrust into her over and over again.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

Pussy juice fell from where they were connected.

"YES, YES, YES, YES, YESSSHH~!"

Calm down Diana. That was what she constantly told herself. Don't lose to some pizza guy.

"Y-you're doing s-such a good jobbbb~!" But when she did try not to moan and scream, she whimpered. She sounded utterly pathetic.

His hands gripped her ass tightly as he plowed into her, her moans echoing off the walls. Diana’s head fell back, her eyes closing as she lost herself in the pleasure. She didn't feel the wall touching her skull. All she felt was cock.

“Yessss~!” Diana gasped. “Yes, I’m yours! Fuck me—fuck me harder!”

Diana’s moans turned into screams, her body convulsing as she came again and again. But he didn’t stop. He kept going, his cock slamming into her with a ferocity that left her breathless.

“I—I can’t take it anymore! Please—please, I can’t—NNGGGGHH~!”

Diana wanted to take over. She wanted him to let her control a round. The pizza guy was innocent. He thought he wasn't good so he fucked her better. His hands moved to her shoulders. Diana could hold herself up.

He kissed her. He made out with her. Her big boobs were lovingly hugging his bare chest. The pizza guy was nude and plowing this Justice League slut without knowing she was apart of the Justice League. He thought she was just some slut.

“I’m—I’m cumming again!” High-pitched and ****. Diana NEVER thought she end up like this in the World of Man. However, her body spasmed around him, from her pussy to her toes, her nails digging into his shoulders as she came harder than she ever had before.

But he didn’t stop. He kept pounding into her, his cock slamming into her with a **** that left her gasping for air.

“Hera, your cock is so big!” Diana wailed. I—I can’t stop cumming! I can’t—NNGGGGHH~!”

Indeed, this would not be ending for a long, long time.

...

...

...

Seven hours passed. The pizza had gone cold. He forgot about the order and was busy dicking down a stranger in her own bed.

Wonder Woman...

She was embarrassed. She couldn't believe it but she was embarrassed and ashamed of herself.

The rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh filled the room, a steady, unrelenting beat that seemed to sync with Diana’s shallow breaths. Her face was pressed into the mattress, hands gripping the sheets as the pizza guy behind her drove his cock deeper with every thrust. She covered her face trying to stifle the moan threatening to escape.

This can’t be happening.

But it was. And it had been for hours.

She couldn't keep going. But this man...

“You doing okay?” the pizza guy asked, his voice strained but casual, as if he were checking on a customer’s order. His hands gripped her hips firmly, thumb on her ass cheeks. He was relentless, dominant in a way she hadn’t expected—hadn’t prepared for. And he didn’t even seem to realize it.

“Mmm… yes,” Diana managed, her voice muffled. Her body trembled as he hit that spot inside her again, and she buried her face deeper into the mattress to hide the involuntary shudder that ran through her.

How does he keep doing this?

She was Wonder Woman, for gods’ sake. She wasn’t supposed to be… this. So utterly undone. So completely dominated. And yet, here she was, on her knees, her body betraying her with every thrust.

The pizza guy leaned forward, his chest brushing against her back as he whispered in her ear, “You feel amazing.” His breath was hot, his voice low and rough, and it sent a shiver down her spine. She could feel him everywhere—his hands, his cock, his words—and it was overwhelming. She hated how much she loved it.

“T-thank you,” Diana stammered, sounding like he had some hours ago. She was mortified. This wasn’t supposed to happen. She wasn’t supposed to want this. But she did. Oh, gods, she did.

He pulled back slightly, adjusting his angle, and then he thrust into her again, harder this time. Diana gasped, hands going away from her face and her nails clawing at the sheets as her body arched against her will. She could feel him pressing against her walls, stretching her, filling her in a way that made her feel… complete. It was maddening.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

The pizza guy grunted, his pace quickening, and Diana could feel the throbbing building inside her again. His cock and her pussy, they were both about to climax. She was close—so close—but she couldn’t let it happen. Not again. She’d already come more times than she could count, and each time left her more ashamed of herself than the last. But her body didn’t care. It wanted more.

“You’re so tight."

Of course she was tight, she probably had the tightest cunt in the world. She was Wonder Woman.

He just laughed and plowed her cheeks like she was some slut. His hands tightened on her hips, holding her in place as he fucked her with a rhythm that was almost brutal in its intensity. Diana bit her lip so hard she thought it might bleed, but it wasn’t enough to stop the moan that escaped her.

"Nggghh~! Gssshkkk~!"

Muffle. It was better to sound muffled than to sound like a whore. She could feel her orgasm building, unstoppable and all-consuming, and she hated herself for it. But she couldn’t stop it. Not now.

The pizza guy’s thrusts became erratic, his breathing ragged, and Diana knew he was close too. Thank god, he was finally making mistakes. He was finally getting exhausted. She could feel it in the way his cock twitched inside her, in the way his grip on her hips tightened almost painfully. And then, with a low groan, he came, his cum filling her as his body shuddered against hers.

Diana’s own orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, crashing over her and leaving her gasping for air. Her body convulsed, her walls clamping down around him as she came harder than she ever had before. It was too much—too intense—and she felt like she was drowning in it.

The pizza guy collapsed on top of her, his breath hot against her neck as he tried to catch his own breath. “That was… wow,” he said.

Yep, he was done.

A whole hour after Diana thought she was done for. Her black hair was sweaty and sticky, clinging to her face in strands that showed she couldn't move. Her legs and her arms, they were dead.

She could feel him softening inside her, but he didn’t pull out. Instead, he stayed there, his weight pressing her into the mattress, and she hated how safe it made her feel.

But then her phone rang.

The shrill sound broke the silence, and Diana’s heart skipped a beat. She knew who it was without looking. Steve. Of course. She hesitated, her mind racing as she tried to figure out what to do.

“Oh, you can go get that."

“Um… yes,” Diana said, her voice barely above a whisper. She reached for her phone, her hand trembling as she picked it up. She could feel the pizza guy’s cock still inside her, and she hated how much she didn’t want him to leave.

“Hello?” Diana answered, trying to keep her voice steady.

“Diana, it’s Steve,” came the voice on the other end. “I just wanted to check in. Everything okay?”

Diana swallowed hard, her body tensing as she felt the pizza guy shift behind her. He was still inside her, his cum and cock and her own juices a constant reminder of what they’d just done. “Yes, everything’s fine,” Diana said, her voice strained.

That was when it happened. That big soft cock inside her? It got hard again.

Fuck.

“I-I’m just… busy.”

Steve paused, and Diana could feel his suspicion even through the phone. “Are you sure? You sound… off.”

“Mmm… I’m fine,” Diana said, her voice trembling as the pizza guy began to move again, his fat cock sliding in and out of her with agonizing slowness. She bit her lip, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape.

Gods, he’s not stopping.

“If you’re sure,” Steve said, his tone still wary. “Call me if you need anything.”

“I will,” Diana managed, her breath hitching as the pizza guy’s thrusts became more deliberate. She could feel him growing harder inside her, and she hated how much she wanted him to keep going.

The call ended, and Diana dropped the phone, her body trembling as the pizza guy leaned forward, his lips brushing against her ear. “Sorry about that, I got horny."

"I-i-it's okay."

"Hopefully not a boyfriend?"

"N-no. Nggghh~! Definitely not." Her voice broke as he thrust into her again, harder this time. She could feel her body responding, her walls clenching around him as he drove her closer to the edge once more.

The pizza guy smiled and he his thrusts became more intense, and Diana could feel herself unraveling all over again.

“Gods,” she moaned, her voice muffled by the sheets. She was losing control—again—and she hated how much she didn’t care.

The pizza guy's hands slithered over to her chest. Her breasts, big and round, were DDs and this man...

He lifted her by the boobs slightly in order to grope them on top of fucking her. Nobody could treat Wonder Woman like this, except him.

Diana felt herself obeying and submitting to him before she even realized it.

Her orgasm hit her like a freight train. The pizza guy groaned, his cock throbbing inside her as he came too, his cum filling her once more.

Nobody spoke or screamed. There were only moans of satisfaction. Diana...she was just too tired.

Even with all her gifts, her clay-made body went limp, her face buried in the mattress as she tried to catch her breath. The pizza guy stayed inside her.

But then he shifted, pulling out of her, and Diana felt a wave of emptiness wash over her. She hated how much she wanted him to stay.

“That was… something,” the pizza guy said, his voice still rough. Diana could hear the smile in his voice and she hated how much it made her stomach flutter.

She didn’t respond. She couldn’t. Instead, she lay there, her body still trembling, as the pizza guy climbed off the bed and began to get dressed. She hated how much she didn’t want him to leave.

"I'll, ah, go now."

Go? Wait, what? W-what did that mean? Go...?

Like go away?

Go for a shower?

The pizza guy gave her one last lingering look, and then walked out the door, leaving Diana alone in the wreckage of her bed—and her pride. Creampied, eyes rolled back, tongue out, and about to pass out.

Did he go for a shower? Or to leave her? As she passed out, she prayed with all her heart that it was the first.