I'm Glad It's You, Too

He swallowed, and looked sheepish as he undressed, as if embarrassed...but Lois Lane knew Clark Kent too well. She watched the way his eyes kept flitting back to her nakedness, even as she admired the broad muscular shoulders and chest that emerged from his shift, the thick tangle of black chest hair that traveled down his stomach...and she saw he had abs, real abs, a genuine six-pack, and below that, as he shucked his pants...a dark tangle of pubic hair and a hard cock, almost as thick as her wrist, long enough she knew she'd have to use two hands to hold it...

"What is it, Clark?" she said. "You're hiding something. I can tell."

"Lois...when we're...done here tonight. Are you going to use Breedr again?"

She cocked her head. "Are you?"

He looked her in the eyes. Still wearing his glasses.

"It's just...if you want anyone to...breed you again..." He took a breath. "...I want to be the one to do it."

Lois gave him a disarming grin as she got the picture. Gave him a playful punch in the shoulder that didn't even cause him to flinch. "So you want to be my exclusive stud, huh?"

"I don't want to breed anyone except you," he said, simply. "And I don't want anyone else to breed you either."

There was something about the way he said it that made Lois Lane stop smiling. He moved over to her, and she was suddenly aware that he was a head taller than her, and she wasn't a short woman. Lois didn't resist as he wrapped those muscular arms around her, as he effortlessly lifted her into the air. Automatically, her legs came up around his hips, and just like that she felt the tip of her cock rubbing against her pussy.

"I...I might want a big family," Lois said throatily. "That would be a lot of breeding."

"I'm up for it," he said, those big blue eyes staring into her own. Gently, Lois reached up and took off the glasses. It was the same face. Somehow, she expected something a little different...and then something clicked.

"Oh," she said. Her body sank down on his cock, and the breath went out of her at a moment, until her carefully trimmed pubic hair pressed into his own dark mat.

"Oh."

"I have to say...I know it's a bit old-fashioned...but I'm one of those people that kind of mates for life." He said, as he carried her over to the bed. "So if we do this...are you okay with that?"

"Sup—Clark Kent," she said, when she could speak again. "What are you saying?"