Making up for lost time [pt.II]

“Okay, that’s enough,” Jason ordered, pulling Dinah’s head away with a firm but controlled tug of her blonde hair. “I want that pussy now.”

Dinah gasped as she was pulled away from his cock, her lips swollen and glistening, her right cheek smeared with saliva, her eyes glazed with pure lust. Jason lifted her off the floor as if she weighed nothing, his strong hands gripping her curvy hips, and threw her onto the sofa with a rough but calculated motion. She landed on her back, her legs instinctively spreading wide, her thighs trembling with anticipation as he positioned himself between them, kneeling on the edge of the sofa.

The phone was propped on the low table in front of the sofa now, the camera perfectly focused so Oliver would have a clear view of everything.

Jason grabbed Dinah's bra and black lace panties, one hand on each, and ripped them off in one violent jerk, the sound of the fabric tearing filling the room like a whip crack. Dinah moaned loudly, arching her back, her huge breasts bouncing with the movement.

"Fuck, look at you," Jason growled, admiring the exposed cunt. "So wet, so ready for me. This cunt knows who it really belongs to."

Without further ado, without ceremony, Jason aligned the thick, veiny head of his cock against the slick entrance and thrust in with one brutal motion, burying himself to the hilt in a deep, savage stroke. Dinah's cunt stretched around him, squeezing him like a hot, wet glove, juices instantly spurting down his balls.

Dinah screamed with pure pleasure, her head thrown back against the sofa, her nails digging into Jason's shoulders so hard they left red marks.

“Yes, fuck! Like that… rip my cunt apart, Jason!” she shrieked, her voice hoarse and broken with pleasure. “Fill me up!”

Jason began fucking her hard immediately, not giving her time to adjust. His hips slammed against hers with a relentless rhythm, each thrust making the sofa creak and Dinah’s enormous breasts bounce wildly, her pink nipples hard as diamonds, swinging up and down. The obscene sound of wet skin against skin filled the room: slap, slap, slap, mixed with Dinah’s **** moans and Oliver’s ragged gasps on the phone.

“Look at her, Ollie,” Jason growled, pumping away, sweat beginning to bead on his forehead as his muscles tensed with each thrust. “Watch your fiancée spread her legs for me. Watch her come with just my cock inside her.”

Oliver, on the other side of the screen, was glued to the scene, his breath ragged, his hand already back on his limp cock trying to harden it again. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the spot where Jason’s thick cock was sliding in and out of Dinah’s cunt, stretching it, coating it with white cream each time he pulled back.

Jason leaned forward, bracing a hand next to Dinah’s head for a better angle, and picked up the pace. Now each thrust was deeper, more brutal, slamming the tip of his glans against her cervix, making her eyes roll back in her head.

“Tell me who fucks you better, you whore,” Jason ordered, his voice deep and commanding, as he pinched one of her pink nipples with his free hand.

“You! Only you, Master!” Dinah cried, her hips rising to meet each thrust. “Oliver never… never fills me up like this! Never makes me scream like this!”

Jason laughed wickedly, looking directly into the camera.

“Did you hear that, cuckold? Your wife says you never make her scream like this. But with me… she’s a real first-class slut.”

He increased the speed, fucking with animalistic fury, his balls slapping against Dinah’s ass with every thrust. She began to tremble, a second orgasm building quickly in her belly.

“Oh God… oh fuck… I’m coming… I’m coming again!” “—she squealed, her cunt contracting around Jason’s cock like a living fist, squeezing it with rhythmic spasms as her body convulsed.

Jason didn’t stop. He kept thrusting through her orgasm, prolonging it until Dinah begged through tears of pleasure.

“Please… too… too good… don’t stop, Jason, never stop!”

Jason felt his own climax approaching, his balls tightening, pleasure rising up his spine. He leaned closer, capturing one of Dinah’s pink nipples with his mouth, sucking it hard as he continued to fuck her mercilessly.

“You’re going to take my semen inside you, you whore,” he growled against her skin. “All of it. Every last drop. You want me to get you pregnant, Dinah? You want to carry a real man’s child in that flat, perfect belly of yours?”

Dinah’s eyes snapped open, the thought hitting her like a bolt of forbidden pleasure. Her hands slid down to her own belly, caressing it as Jason continued pumping.

“Yes… yes, fuck… Get me pregnant!” she moaned, her voice cracking. “Fill me with your semen! I want your child inside me!”

Jason laughed again. The idea of ​​impregnating Black Canary, Oliver Queen’s fiancée, while he watched was the pinnacle of domination.

“You heard her, man,” he said, lifting his head to look at the camera. “Your wife is begging me to get her pregnant. What do you say, cuckold?” Would you like to see her belly grow with my child while you're still stuck with your small, useless cock?

Oliver groaned from the other side, his face red with excitement and humiliation.

"Y-yes… yes… it would be… it would be perfect…"

Jason sped up once more, his thrusts now short and deep, hitting the back of Dinah's cunt with each movement. She screamed nonstop, another orgasm hitting her just as Jason reached his limit.

"Here it comes... take it all, bitch... I'm going to fill you up to overflowing!"

With an animal roar, Jason buried himself to the hilt and came, spurt after spurt of thick, hot fluid flooding Dinah's cunt. She felt every pulse, every deep thrust, and came with him, her body shaking violently as her cunt milked his cock, sucking in every last drop.

Jason stayed inside for a few more seconds, moving his hips slowly to push the cum deeper inside, making sure nothing was wasted.

She was panting, legs still shaking, eyes glassy with absolute pleasure.

“God… I’ve never… I’ve never come so hard,” she whispered, a hand instinctively sliding down to her pussy to push the semen back inside, as if she wanted to keep it all.

Jason leaned over her, capturing her lips in a deep, possessive kiss that left no doubt about who owned that mouth in that moment. The kiss was immediate, fierce, charged with all the hunger that had built up during their separation. Their tongues met violently, entangling in a wet, **** dance; Jason bit her lower lip hard enough to elicit a muffled moan, while his hands remained deep in Dinah’s hips, pinning her to the sofa beneath his weight.

Oliver couldn’t tear his eyes away. His gaze was fixed on the scene like a magnet. He saw every detail: the way Dinah's full lips parted to receive Jason's tongue, how her jaw moved with devotion, how her cheeks dipped slightly as she sucked on his tongue. He saw Jason's hands sliding down her abdomen, moving up to grasp one of her breasts and knead it, while his other hand ran up her thigh to squeeze that perfect ass he'd never had the privilege of truly possessing. And the best part was, he was completely aroused. His cock, barely recovered from his last pathetic orgasm on the floor of his mansion, was painfully hardening again inside his pants. His heart pounded, not with real jealousy, but with an unconditional, unhealthy adoration for Dinah. He watched them kiss with such passion, with such surrender, and instead of anger, he felt an overwhelming love mixed with pure lust and pride. "That's my Dinah," he thought, "so beautiful, so perfect... and Jason can only enjoy fucking her thanks to me for allowing him to do this."

Dinah opened her eyes mid-kiss. Her dilated pupils locked onto the camera, connecting her gaze with Oliver's through the screen. She didn't move her lips an inch from Jason's; she continued kissing him with the same intensity, her tongue dancing, her moans vibrating against his mouth, but her blue eyes gleamed with a cold, triumphant malice as she held her ex-fiancé's gaze. It was a cruel connection: "Watch me, Ollie. Watch me devour another man's mouth while you can only masturbate from afar. Watch him enjoy what I never gave you."

Jason felt the change in her, the way her body tensed slightly with excitement knowing Oliver was watching every second. He broke the kiss slowly, letting a strand of saliva connect their lips for an instant before separating. Dinah gasped, her lips swollen and red, her eyes still fixed on the camera.

Jason grabbed his phone with one hand, leaned over to the side table next to the sofa—where a vase of dried flowers sat that no one bothered to change—and carefully placed it there, adjusting the angle so the camera would perfectly capture the scene: Dinah lying on her back, legs spread, pussy still dripping semen, breasts bouncing with each ragged breath, and Jason standing in front of her, his hard, glistening cock pointing at the ceiling.

"Dude," Jason said, looking directly into the screen with a slow, predatory smile, "I've got something special planned for you. I saved the best for last."

He turned to Dinah, who already knew exactly what was coming. In a husky, commanding voice, he ordered:

"Get on your hands and knees, Dinah. Put your hands on the armrest and look straight at Oliver. I want him to see every inch of what's about to happen."

Dinah obeyed instantly, turning with feline grace. She positioned herself on all fours on the sofa, her hands gripping the padded armrest, her perfect ass raised to Jason like an offering. Her back arched naturally, highlighting the curve of her waist and the roundness of her buttocks. She looked directly into the camera, her eyes shining with anticipation and submission, her blonde hair falling in messy strands over her shoulders and breasts.

Jason positioned himself behind her, his large hands cupping those firm buttocks. He spread them slightly, admiring the pink, well-trained anus he had fucked so many times before. Without warning, he raised his right hand and delivered a sharp slap. The sound echoed like a gunshot in the room: smack! The flesh rippled visibly, a red mark beginning to form on her tanned skin.

“Damn… I’ve missed this ass so much,” Jason groaned, massaging her reddened buttock with his open palm. “It’s perfect. Firm, round, made to be fucked.”

Dinah moaned loudly, instinctively pushing back, seeking more contact.

Jason aligned the thick, still-slick head of his cock with her anus. He looked directly at the camera, at Oliver, and gave him a wide, cruel smile.

“This one’s for you, buddy,” he said, and without further ado, thrust forward with a powerful, deep stroke.

Dinah screamed, a sound a mixture of pain and absolute pleasure, as her anus opened around the invading cock. Jason didn’t stop until he was buried up to his balls, feeling her internal muscles clench around him with **** ****.

“Fuck! Yes, fuck my ass, Master!” Dinah shrieked, her nails digging into the armrest.

Jason began moving slowly at first, savoring every inch of withdrawal and every thrust that made her gasp. Then he sped up, his hips slamming against her buttocks with rhythmic ****, the sound of flesh against flesh filling the room along with her moans and Oliver's muffled gasps.

He leaned forward, his chest pressed against Dinah's back, and brought both hands to her sagging breasts. He gripped them tightly, kneading them as if they were his own—because they were—pinching the pink nipples until she arched her back even further.

"Fuck, Ollie… you lucky son of a bitch," Jason growled as he continued pumping relentlessly. "Your woman has an ass like a ten. So tight, so hot… she swallows my cock like she was born to do it."

Dinah screamed with each deep thrust, her body trembling with pleasure.

"Harder! Fuck me, Jason!" Make it hurt so good!

Jason picked up the pace, his thrusts now short and brutal, hitting deep. Between ragged moans, he spoke directly to the camera:

"I understand… she wanted to give you… her ass… as a wedding present…"

He paused dramatically, pushing even deeper, feeling Dinah's anus clench around him.

He smiled at Oliver, winking at him mockingly.

"I hope you don't mind if I fuck him before you, buddy."

Oliver, his face red and eyes glassy, ​​swallowed audibly.

"No... I don't mind, Jason..." he gasped. "It's... it's perfect. Let you enjoy it first."

Dinah let out a breathless, gasping laugh, her body shuddering with each thrust.

"That's so good... to hear..." she moaned, her voice cracking with pleasure. "You're such a confident man... Ollie... So many others... would feel... emasculated... at the thought of another man... deflowering their woman's ass... being the only one who... fucked... and... came in there..."

The words came out in gasps and cries, each sentence punctuated by a deep thrust from Jason. She pushed back, ravenously taking his cock in her mouth, her dilated, red anus swallowing it whole again and again.

Jason felt the orgasm approaching fast, his balls tightening, pleasure building at the base of his spine.

"Here it comes, you whore..." he growled, gripping her hips tighter. "Take my cum in your ass... all of it... deep inside."

With a final roar, he thrust himself to the hilt and came, hot spurt after spurt flooding Dinah's insides. She screamed his name, her body convulsing in a brutal anal orgasm, her anus clenching and milking out every drop as she trembled violently.

Jason stayed inside for a few more seconds, moving his hips slowly to push the semen deeper, making sure nothing escaped. She collapsed slightly onto the armrest, panting, her body covered in sweat, a smug, cruel smile playing on her lips as she stared into the camera.

When Jason finally pulled out, a thick stream of white semen began to trickle from Dinah's open, throbbing anus, trickling down her thighs in slow, obscene rivulets that stained the dark leather sofa.

Dinah, still trembling from the aftershocks of the anal orgasm that had left her a sweaty, satisfied mess, reached a shaky hand for the phone still propped on the small table. Her fingers brushed the screen before she gripped it firmly. She held it up high enough for Oliver to get a good look at her: her flushed face, her blonde hair plastered to her forehead and cheeks, her lips swollen from so much sucking and kissing, and that lazy, malicious smile that only he—and Jason—knew in its cruelest form.

“Ollie, my love…” she said in a husky voice, heavy with feigned sweetness, licking her lips as if she could still taste Jason’s semen. “I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. Because… God, it was incredible.”

On the other side of the screen, Oliver smiled. A wide, genuine, almost childlike smile of gratitude. His eyes shone with that unconditional adoration that Jason had etched so deeply into his mind.

“Yes… yes, my love. Thank you. Thank you for being the best future wife in the world. You have no idea how much it means to me that you’re doing this… for us.”

Dinah returned his smile, that loving, perfect smile she had used for years only with him to reciprocate his affections. But now it was pure theater, a mask so well rehearsed that even Oliver fell for it completely.

"And you for being the best future cuckold husband," she replied, her voice honeyed and affectionate, as if she were whispering a romantic secret. "See you soon, okay? I'll pick you up at the airport when you arrive. I want to see you get off the plane with that excited little boy's face."

Oliver opened his mouth, his eyes full of enthusiasm.

"I lo-"

Dinah hung up without waiting to hear the end. Her index finger pressed the red button decisively, and the screen went dark instantly.

As soon as the call ended, he let out a long, exaggerated groan of relief, dropping the phone onto the sofa as if it were burning hot.

"God… finally," she gasped, her voice completely changed: no sweetness left, only pure contempt and exhaustion. "I couldn't stand seeing his idiotic face anymore and having to say all those stupid things to him as if I loved him. How pathetic. How disgusting."

She collapsed onto the sofa, her body still trembling from the intensity of the orgasms, her legs spread in a shameless pose, her cunt and anus dripping Jason's semen in slow rivulets that pooled beneath her buttocks. She gasped heavily, her chest rising and falling, her enormous breasts bouncing with each breath. But on her lips was a satisfied and exhausted smile, the smile of someone who had just won a long, dirty game.

Jason slumped down beside her, encircling her with a possessive arm while his other hand shamelessly slid down to grope her: first a breast, squeezing it hard until the flesh bled between his fingers and the pink nipple hardened again beneath his palm; then her ass, inserting two fingers into her still-open, warm anus, stirring the semen he'd left inside as if marking his territory.

"Poor Ollie," Jason said with a low, mocking laugh, kissing her neck as he continued to **** her. "He still thinks you're his woman. That all this is for love."

Dinah let out a husky laugh, turning her head to look at him with eyes gleaming with malice.

"Love? Please. The only thing I love about Oliver is how easy he is to manipulate. He's so... mediocre. So weak. Do you know how many times I had to endure being fucked by his tiny cock?" And I was pretending to enjoy it, to feel satisfied… while you… just by fucking me once you already made me addicted to you.

Jason squeezed her breast harder, pinching her nipple until she moaned and arched her back.

"I freed you from that idiot, didn't I?" he murmured against her ear, his voice deep and satisfied.

Dinah sighed with pleasure, pushing her ass against the fingers that continued to stir inside her.

"Completely. Thank you, Jason. Thank you for getting me out of that disgusting charade. Now every time he says 'I love you,' I feel like throwing up. Now I can be myself... your whore. Your ****. Without having to pretend that that pathetic cuckold means anything to me."

Jason laughed again, pulling his fingers out of her anus and bringing them to his mouth, making her suck on them, savoring his own mixture of semen and fluids.

"You're a cruel bitch, Dinah. I love it."

She smiled around his fingers, licking them with devotion before releasing them with a pop.

“And you’re the best lover a superheroine could ask for. You freed me from that life of lies. Now I only live for this… for you.”

They snuggled up on the sofa, their sweaty bodies pressed together, legs intertwined. Jason held her from behind, one hand covering one of her enormous breasts as if it were his by right, the other resting possessively on her flat stomach. Dinah rested her head on his chest, listening to the strong, steady beat, while her hand lazily played with Jason’s still semi-erect cock, stroking it with possessive tenderness.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence—broken only by their synchronized breathing—Jason broke the silence.

“How long are you going to stay here, exactly?”

Dinah sighed, rubbing her cheek against his chest.

“One month and one week. Oliver arrives next week. We’re supposedly going to spend a ‘vacation’ here for the next month before the wedding. All the romantic trappings: dinners, walks, photos for social media… while he thinks I’m ‘exploring his fantasies’ out of love for him.”

She paused, chuckling softly.

“And I’ll actually be here, in your apartment, with your cock inside me whenever I want. And he’ll watch. He’ll watch you fuck me live, get me pregnant if you want, brand me as yours right in front of him. And he’ll be grateful.”

Jason felt his cock twitch beneath her hand just at the thought.

“Damn, Dinah… that’s going to be epic.”

She looked up, her eyes gleaming with wicked anticipation.

“I can’t wait for Oliver to see it in person. To see you really fuck me. To see you make me scream.” How you fill me up. How you make me come again and again while he can just jerk off in a corner like the loser he is.

Jason laughed, bringing his face closer to the breast he'd been kneading, then took the nipple into his mouth. He sucked eagerly, his tongue swirling around the hardened bud, nipping just enough to elicit a sharp, delicious moan.

Dinah arched her back, pushing the breast deeper into her mouth.

"Oh, fuck... yes... suck me like that..." she moaned, her voice trembling. "I can't wait for Oliver to see this. To see how you treat me. How you use me. How you make me yours."

Jason released the nipple with a wet pop, leaving a red mark around the pink areola.

"I promise I'm going to fuck you good, bitch," he said huskily, looking into her eyes. "In front of him. In every position." I'm going to make him come just from seeing you scream my name.

Dinah smiled, a wide, satisfied, and utterly depraved smile.

"Do it. Do everything. I want him to see every second."

Jason kissed her then, deeply and possessively, his tongue invading her mouth while his hands shamelessly roamed her body again: squeezing her breasts, thrusting fingers into her still-dripping pussy and ass, marking her once more. Dinah responded with the same hunger, her hands tangled in his hair, her legs opening to let him settle between them.

They let themselves go again, their bodies moving in a slow but inevitable rhythm, the promise of more pleasure hanging in the air like a dark and delicious pledge.