Of course!

Kara didn’t back off this time. She pressed her forehead to his, their noses brushing. Her voice was a whisper. “You want me to stop?”

He hesitated, caught between panic and something warmer. His dick was twitching. His libido wanted him to seize this moment, even though the employee side of him was saying this was a bad idea. He could get fired if he got caught having sex. “I… I don’t know.”

Her smile widened, soft and certain. “I do.”

And before he could argue, Kara finally kissed him, properly this time, her lips pressing to his with the kind of heat that made the rest of the kitchen disappear. He froze for a second, then gave in, his hands clumsy as they found her waist.

The flour-dusted counter behind him rattled with trays and utensils, but neither cared.

His hands finally moved from her waist to cup the magnificent curve of her ass. His fingers sank into the soft, taut fabric of her skirt, squeezing the two perfect, firm globes he’d been trying not to stare at all night.

For tonight, she wore glasses, a white blouse, and a skirt. A very short skirt, mind you. Throb, throb, his dick was growing.

“I knew you wanted to,” she breathed, grinding herself against the thick, denim-clad ridge of his erection.

Fucking hell. No way around male instincts.

He spun her around, pressing her front against the flour-dusted stainless steel counter. The cold surface made her gasp, a sharp “Ah!” that was immediately swallowed by his hungry kiss. His hands were everywhere, sliding her pleated skirt up over her hips, revealing the simple black lace of her thong stretched tight across her incredible ass. He didn’t bother peeling them down, just hooked his thumbs in the sides and pulled, the delicate fabric giving way with a rip.

See, she wore panties for once; a thong, actually.

The pizza guy ran his palms over the bare, peach-smooth skin of her cheeks, spreading her open. Male instincts raged on. This nerdy hot woman wanted him. Who fucking cared about work? “You have the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen. I’m gonna fuck it so good.”

Kara pushed back against him, her own desire making her bold. “Then stop talking about it and fuck me already. I need to feel you.”

His belt buckle clinked, his zipper screeched down, and then he was free. Kara’s Kryptonian hearing picked up the soft, wet sound of his hand slicking over his own length, and a thrill shot through her. She’d seen the outline, felt the pressure, but the reality was… divine.

A cock like no other. A cock that Diana should never experience.

“Mine,” she said, licking her lips.

He pressed the fat, leaking head of his cock against her entrance, and she mewled, pushing back to try and take him. He was enormous, a thick, veiny, twelve-inch monster that felt like it was made just for her. He gripped her hips, his fingers leaving white prints on her skin, and with one powerful, relentless thrust, he buried himself inside her to the hilt.

The air was punched from her lungs in a sharp, guttural cry. “Guh!” Her eyes rolled back behind her glasses, her vision whiting out at the sheer, unbelievable stretch. He filled her completely, a burning, perfect fullness that made her see stars. “T-that’s good! Deep! It’s deep!”

So began the first thrust.

So began her first orgasm.

Bent over on a counter, eyes rolling back, this couldn’t have been Supergirl. Fueled by jealousy. Fueled by a need to get fucked. It was stupid. She wasn’t some slut. She didn’t spread her legs for anyone and she certainly didn’t do it out of competition.

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

The lewd clapping disagreed. Her moans disagreed. Her appraisal of this dick most certainly disagreed.

“Just like that! Yes! Use me! Fuck me! Make me y-yours! Oh R—”

She cut herself off. She couldn’t let him know about her other identity, not just yet. The pizza guy didn’t notice, not when this super tight pussy was enveloping his cock. Her and Supergirl, they were quite similar.

He drew almost all the way out, the sound obscenely wet, and slammed back in. Kara’s head fell forward, a string of drool escaping her lips as he set a brutal, pounding rhythm. Each drive of his hips sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated pleasure through her core. Her fists clenched on the counter, knuckles white.

“Yes! Yes!” she screamed, her voice ricocheting around the small kitchen, undoubtedly carrying to the dining room. “Harder! Fucking ruin me!”

His hand shot up from her hip, clamping over her mouth, muffling her next ecstatic shriek. “Shhh, shhh, Kara, please,” he pleaded, never breaking his pace. “She’ll hear you.”

“S-so…?” Her tongue lapped at his hand and it retreated from the sudden wetness. Kara had this crazy look on her. She was completely red and grinning. “God, I’m so wet. I’m dripping all over your fucking floor.”

He slammed his hand back on her mouth and then—

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

The added taboo, the risk of being discovered by the warrior princess just beyond the door, sent a new, electric current through her. Her cunt was molten around him, every nerve ending screaming. She could feel every ridge, every vein of his magnificent cock as it pistoned in and out of her soaked, clutching channel.

He leaned over her, his chest pressed against her back, his hand still tight over her mouth. His lips found her ear. “Gonna cum inside.”

Oh wow. Oh wow. He just…he just said he would it. As a statement, not a request. Her pussy tightened hard. That was hot. This ordinary, ignorant young man decided to cum inside HER Super Cunt was just…

“Y-yes! T-this pussy is for free! It’s yours! Yours to dump your load—”

He blocked her again and slammed inside. Now she could only nod frantically against his palm, a frantic mmhmm, mmhmm! her only answer. Her own climax kept making her feel crazy. He fucked her with a newfound desperation, his breathing a harsh rasp in her ear.

“Gosh, Kara, I’m there, I’m there, I’m—”

His voice broke as he came. A hot, raw pulse deep inside her was the first sign, followed by another, and another. Their long fuck session had been just yesterday and yet his cum was as thick as ever. Was there something in the water? In the fucking pizza? It didn’t make sense.

A seemingly endless torrent of his release flooded her, painting her insides with wave after wave of scalding heat. He held himself deep, grinding against her ass as he emptied himself completely.

The feeling of being so utterly claimed, so thoroughly filled, tipped Kara over the edge. Her own orgasm ripped through her with silent, seismic ****, her back arching, her inner muscles milking his cock for every last drop.

He slowly, carefully removed his hand from her mouth, both of them gasping for air. He stayed buried inside her for a long moment, listening to the hum of the pizza oven. Gently, he turned her in his arms, his cock sliding out with a final, wet shlllrp, followed by a trickle of their combined release down her thigh.

Ultimately, his seed was thicker and fell in greater heaps.

Kara turned. She put her elbows on the counter, bow-legged and mouth agape. She looked…horny.

Of course she was. She was Kryptonian. One round wouldn’t be enough. No way. Not that the pizza guy knew.

He cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing her lower lip. Without a word, he leaned in and captured her mouth in a deep, slow, loving kiss. Kara was taken aback slightly. He…kissed her. He willingly looked at her greedy, immature cum-dripping form and still kissed her. He tasted like tomato sauce and something uniquely him. She kissed him back with a soft sigh, her pussy still thrumming with the aftershocks of a pleasure so intense it felt alien.

The kiss only ended when Kara wanted more and her glasses hit his eyes. “S-sorry…” She stared into his eyes. “The glasses—”

“Are beautiful on you.”

She wasn’t sure what made her legs shake more: that remark or his cum gushing out of her pussy.