Make out with Dinah

They ended up making out. A long, deep session of slow tongue. Kissing was not something they did during their fucks. It was too intimate, too much of a betrayal for Oliver.

But here and now, it felt right. Dinah's eyes were closed, only opening when they broke apart. Glazed with lust and shining like diamonds.

“Hnnnh…” Just feeling Aaron and his warmth tightened up her cunt. “I feel awake. I feel amazing. I feel…I feel like I’ve finally being completely satisfied. For everything I’ve done, for putting up with Oliver, for all the sacrifice and hero work. Because of you, all the debt I’ve had in my life has been paid.”

Her tender hands massaged his sack as she brought herself down. Down, down, eye contact never breaking, dropping down nice and slow, until she inhaled the mask of his flaccid dong. Smirking, she picked up his hulk of a cock and slipped it into her mouth.

Aaron sighed and hardened. ‘Fuuuck!’

Easily the best deepthroater in the game. Easily the one woman he could confidently throb and cum inside. Her tongue darted out, flicking against the underside of his shaft as she began to move, her lips sliding down his length with practiced ease. She’d always been good at this, but with Aaron, it was different. Everything about him demanded more—more effort, more enthusiasm, more worship. And she was more than willing to give it to him.

Dinah’s cheeks hollowed as she sucked him all the way down. All that mattered was giving him the pleasure he deserved. This was what she wanted—what she needed—and she wasn’t going to stop until he was satisfied.

Five seconds passed. Aaron's knees buckled. Dinaa grabbed his butt and kept him deep inside.

She was on her knees, sucking a dick, pretty much the most submissive thing you can do yet she was somehow still the dom in that situation.

Now that was impressive.

But also humiliating. His balls clenched tightly. ‘Fuck, am I really going to cum in ten seconds!’

Aaron’s hips bucked involuntarily as Dinah continued her throat game. Her tongue worked in tandem with her lips, coating him in slick, wet heat as she drove him closer to the edge. He could feel the pressure building in his balls, his control slipping with every passing second.

“Shit, Dinah,” he growled, strained as he pulled her head back, forcing her to release him. His cock dropped onto her pretty face. “You’re going to make me cum too fast if you keep that up.”

Dinah looked up at the cock blocking her, her lips swollen and glistening with saliva. “Sweetie, there's nothing wrong with cumming fast.” She massaged his sack. “It shows us ladies we're doing something right.”

Did Aaron Reigner truly have a premature ejaculation issue or was it a matter of being surrounded and pleased by the greatest women to ever walk? Earth? Selina Kyle, Talia al Ghul, Lady Shiva, Barbara Gordon—few men would last long in front of them. Aaron preferred to nut early when he was with Cassandra, but with Dinah, it was different. Her throat had a way of unraveling him, piece by piece, until all that was left was raw, unbridled need to cum.

“Hrn.” Cock throbbing, he crossed his arms. Dinah laughed, lowered the angry cock, and deepthroated it. She adjusted her position, her throat relaxing as she opened up for him, taking him down to base in one second.

‘Ngh! G-gonna cum already…! Fuck!’

He grabbed her by a tug of hair and fucked her mouth. Lasting ten seconds and cumming just like that? Yeah, right. **** times called for **** measures. He slammed his hips forward and fucked her mouth. Slam! Slam! Slam! “N-not gonna last,” he grunted, his voice breaking as the pressure in his balls reached its peak. “You’re gonna swallow every last drop.”

She loved looking into his eyes while sucking it. She mischievously licked at his sweet spot. How to say “I love you” without having to say “I love you”.

Dinah moaned around his cock. Her own need was growing, coiling tighter and tighter inside her, but she ignored it, focusing instead on bringing him to the edge. She wanted this—wanted him—more than she’d ever wanted anything.

The room seemed to blur around them as Aaron’s face-fucked her. His grip on her hair tightened, his breathing turning into shallow gasps as he neared the point of no return. “Here it comes,” he growled, low and guttural. “Take it, Dinah. Take everything.”

And then he erupted, his hips jerking as wave after wave of hot, thick cum shot down her throat. Dinah swallowed reflexively, her lips sealing tightly around him as she drank every last drop. Her own orgasm hit her hard, her body convulsing as the pleasure overwhelmed her senses.

When he finally pulled out, his cock slick and glistening with her saliva, Dinah sighed and smiled. She felt lightheaded, her body buzzing with the aftereffects of their mutual climax. “Such a big, fat, virile cock,” Dinah remarked. “Mm, although Ollie, mm…he never had a premature issue. Twenty seconds, hm?”

He put a hand to his hip. Rather than become annoyed, he smiled. “You know your throat makes every man cum early.”

Black Canary winked.