Bryce can’t resist, but he keeps himself from cumming. Barely.

Florence slid one long leg through the hole between his thigh and the arm of his chair, then, balancing on one leg, she guided the head of his cock between her lips, splitting them open. She teased him for a moment, but her position was tenuous enough, and her earlier orgasm had weakened her enough and aroused her enough that she didn’t tease too much, instead, she slid her other leg through and lowered herself on his cock.

Though she was far more experienced than any of the other women he’d fucked of late, and far less muscular, her cunt was tighter, mostly because she was squeezing her muscles in a way she knew men loved, partly because it massaged the parts of his cock within her and partly because it felt like her little cunt was trying to keep his mighty out, but succumbed to its throbbing power.

She dropped all the way down provoking a moan from Bryce as he felt himself balls deep in the busty ebony beauty. She let out a moan of her own as her sensitive clit hit his pubic bone. She was going to have to be careful with that, or she would cum again, fast. “Dayum, son, you got a hell of a cock on you. Been a while since I was this stretched. This may be more fun than charity after all,” she added that last bit lest he get too cocky.

She rose, until only the top inch or so of him was in her and began to fuck his top four inches, careful to keep from accidentally bottoming out and striking her clit on him again, in her current state, it would do her in. Bryce, meanwhile was taking quite the battering from her bouncing tits and the hands gripping his arms as leverage for the energetic fucking she was giving him would have hurt anyone without superpowers.

Using his superspeed, Bryce caught one of her bouncing tits in his mouth, sucking on the dark nipple. Florence screamed in pleasure and shock, loudly enough that Bryce was worried they might have company soon and decided to hurry things up. As her body shook in surprise, he thrust up with his hips and pulled up with his arms, spreading his thighs slightly to knock her off balance. She landed in his lap with a thump, his cock buried in her to the balls, her clit pressed against rigid bone, which he squirmed against her.

She tried to rise, to get away from the endless pleasure, but Bryce kept using his legs to knock hers askew, forcing her to fall back onto that cock, back into that pleasure. It was like the worst, and the best exercise regime ever. And it went on and on, as Florence used all of her impressive self-control to keep herself from cumming. Even with her experience, his superhuman strength and endurance was going to carry the day, but she did not know that, she used every drop of endurance, strength and skill her busty body possessed trying to do the impossible. Her body grew sweat-slicked as her attempts to retake control grew more ****, more hopeless, as her own helplessness, weakness and defeat began to sink in she felt an orgasm more powerful than any she had felt rising from her loins, her breasts, her brain…The nipple still in his mouth was stretching her breast in a manner that was almost painful, but which still added to the totality of the circumstances that burned through her, scouring away all pain, all thought, all shame and regret, leaving only the fire of pleasure.

She convulsed atop him, cumming, her expertly trained and practiced pussy muscles going into uncontrolled paroxysms of delight, milking his cock, but his muscles were the stronger, holding his cum in, barely.

As her movements slowed, Bryce let her tit fall from his mouth and kissed her softly, but deeply, a lover’s kiss as she sat in his lap, his hard cock buried in her cunt, she kissed him back, then rose, staggering to her feet. It took her three tries, and a great deal of smeared sweat to get her feet untangled from the chair. She leaned on the desk, her hair wild, her breasts heaving and soaked, near exhaustion from the earlier events…