More fucking

Cassandra carried the three extra large-sized boxes to the living room. Aaron was already there, arms in the air, stretching. The welcoming aroma of pizza quickly changed his tone, however.

After they ate, they managed to fit in two more rounds. The first was an enjoyable rutting where Aaron fucked her against the wall, where he thrusted up and up, higher and higher. Her toes refused to touch the floor as Aaron seized her sides and casually used her like a pussy sleeve.

"You feel so fucking good, Cass," Aaron grumbled. He wasn't going fast as he was winded from their repeated, nonstop days of sex. He heaved her up and down, his balls contracting from the heavy and tense sex.

Cassandra grunted and whined. Whenever he penetrated and attacked a particular zone, her voice would crack. When a climax came, her folds clamped down hard and his cock melted at the spot, needing to stay to grant her blissful release.

"Uungh...! Mmgh! Unh! Unh! Ooooh~!" Her drippy, squelching cunt coaxed him for another pleasant release. A rush of warm exhilaration that would grant her fulfilment. "Cum! Cum!"

Aaron gritted his teeth. As much as he wanted to **** her womb with his sperm, the imagery of the potential mess stayed his hand and his balls. In the past four days, he was able to train what dubbed his hypno cum to perfection. It was tough at the beginning but now he had a perfect handle on it. He just needed to clench his buttocks and the torrent of cum would stop. Simple as that. Of course, within all the heavenly intoxication, it wasn't an easy feat to do. Not to mention he had to do it without Cassandra's knowing, which was a difficult task in itself. Giving her the hypnotic suggestion to overlook his metahuman tendencies eventually solved his problems but, again, he felt terrible about it. He wanted to tell her but there was a chance the powers were temporary. Better to stay quiet than cause unnecessary worry.

"Let's do X marks the spot," Aaron suggested huskily. Cassandra peered over her shoulder and sported a thrilled smile.

The transition must have been odd to watch from an outside perspective. Rather than missionary or doggy or something basic, Cassandra climbed up his frame, crossed her legs around his waist, and kissed him. A minute passed where she bit his neck and caressed his back.

She climbed him again until her cunt was in his face. He kissed the inside of her thighs and teased her clit with his tongue. She moaned and grabbed his hair in ecstasy and want. Aaron went deeper.

"H-ha…!" Cassandra whined and her nails dug into his scalp. "W-wait!"

His dexterous tongue lapped at her for three more seconds before stopping. Her chest rose and fell, her eyes misty. He met her gaze with a smirk. She was so, so close to climaxing but…she didn't want it this way. She wanted his cock to do it. She wanted him to finish.

It was time.

Holding her ankles which were in a cross, her legs flat on his chest, her upper body upright and her hands needing to guide his cock inside. It was a quick, effortless L-shaped position that seemed impossible. An angle just barely reaching her entrance. Indeed, for a normal woman, support was needed for the back. A table, a bed, something. But Cassandra Cain? She could keep herself upright through sheer strength.

Once again, she was like a pussy sleeve. He pistoned in and out of her, to and fro, gazing down upon her expression–and vice-versa. They scanned their respective features, tightening or speeding up or pausing for the additional bits of pleasure.

She was bendable. Malleable. He wondered if this was what sex with yoga trainers was like.

Her walls twisted. He nearly stopped from the gorilla grip.

No, Cassandra was much better.

Her cute little smile was everything to him. To see her enjoy it as much as himself was just…revelling. Her narrow eyes blinked lovingly and her wet lips parted to create the most wonderful noise in the world.

A tight fit and a perfect point of view. Who could ask for something better?

"Cum," Cassandra ordered, panting heavily. She was ****. She wanted him. Her cunt was stuffed and she wanted him! "Cum! Cum!"

Aaron refused to. Biting his cheek, he went faster and harder. He moved his hips and her legs and ass clapped against him. His thrusts became technical. The angles he reached were purposely geared to weaken her.

Cassandra fell into it. The pits of heavenly pleasure–the irresistible pull of his cock–she got addicted. She lost herself. Her eyes rolled back, her breasts bouncing, she reached cloud nine. "Aaaaron~!"

He grunted and fucked her harder. His grip on her ankles tightened. He wanted her to scream his name. He wanted her to cream herself–

"Haahn~♡! Haahn~♡! You're still–mmnggiiiihhhn~♡!"

And she did.

The floor was a mess.

Her upper body went limp from the tension and wild passions and she nearly fell into the puddle of her own making. With a quick, strong pull, he managed to save her from her fate and carried her to the sofa.