Bruce Wayne was a wealthy man with owned, rented, and self-established suites all over the world. This was no different. At Monmouth Beach in New Jersey, Selina and her lover were at one of these establishments. A private beach intended only for the most wealthy and beautiful, complete with a connected lake. Monmouth Beach
The saltwater sluiced off her in glittering sheets as Selina Kyle rose from the turquoise embrace of the ocean.
Drip. Drip. Splat.
She only had to smile to bring her affect on the world.
Every single male head on the pristine private beach turned in unison, a synchronized display of primal appreciation. A woman in her prime, every curve a masterpiece poured into a devastatingly simple black bikini. The top, two small triangles of fabric, strained to contain the full, generous swell of her breasts, beads of seawater catching the sun as they traced paths down the deep valley between them. The black bottoms cut high on her hips, doing nothing to hide the perfect, rounded globes of her ass, each cheek defined and taut. The first steps were simply ass-jiggly. Simply astounding for the female form.
A college-aged kid dropping his volleyball gasped, his swim trunks suddenly tenting obscenely. An older man 'reading' a book lowered his sunglasses, his mouth slightly agape.
This was Selina Kyle. This was the woman Bruce Wayne had willingly not married. This was the woman whose heart was re-captured by another.
He was at her back, his arms—strong, tanned, roped with the lean muscle of a climber—snaking around her waist, pulling her against a chest that was all hard planes. His lips found the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder, and the kiss he placed there wasn't gentle; it was a claiming.
"Enjoying the view, mon chaton?" Valmont asked.
She leaned back into him, arching her spine just enough to press her ass firmly against the growing hardness straining against his own swim trunks. "Again with the French?"
He peppered kisses down her neck to her cheek. "Why not? It is the language of love, and only love can express what I feel toward you."
"Mmm. But tell me, chéri," Selina replied, purring, tilting her head to give him better access. "Do you have the biggest cock on this beach?"
His hands slid down, palms flattening against her lower stomach, pulling her even tighter against his evident semi-erection. His laugh was dark and rich. "Ma bellementeuse. You know I do. You measured it yourself. Repeatedly. Ten inches of me that is all for you."
"Just making sure you're still the reigning champion," she teased, her voice dropping to a husky whisper.
He guided her back to their private cabana, vaguely away from the prying, envious eyes. A large, plush towel was spread on the sand. "Lie down," Valmont commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument, yet laced with a dark promise that made her shiver. "The sun is cruel to such perfect skin."
Selina lay on her stomach, the warm terrycloth scratchy against her nipples, already hardened. She heard the snick of a cap and then his hands, slick and warm with coconut-scented lotion, were on her.
"Let us begin~!" Valmont started at her shoulders, his thumbs working circles into her muscles, but it was a ruse. They both knew it. His touch quickly became less about protection and more about possession, smoothing down the length of her spine, kneading the small of her back, before finally—finally—cupping the full, magnificent curves of her ass.
"Dieu," he breathed, his voice thick. "This ass, Selina. This perfect, fucking ass. It was made for my hands. For my cock."
"You shouldn't be so public…"
"Please. Your ex made sure no idiots would be here with us. Only fellow men with appreciation for women."
"Meaning…?"
"The only men are those with money and small dicks."
Selina cackled. How cruel of him. How accurate too.
His thumbs hooked into the sides of her bikini bottoms, pulling them down just an inch, exposing the very top of the deep cleft between her cheeks to the sun and his hungry gaze. He rubbed the lotion in slow, worshipful circles, each movement a little lower, a little more possessive. And with every movement, she could feel it: the thick, rigid length of him, still confined by his black trunks, rubbing against her thigh, against the very apex of her legs.
A persistent, thrilling pressure.
She could feel the heat of him, the promise of that ten-inch burden. A low, needy moan escaped her lips. "Mmmnpfh~!"
"I'm glad you're enjoying this. The sun, the massage…" Valmont smirked. God, he knew he had her. He knew he had her biting her bottom lip. He knew she was horny.
His cock rubbing on her ass was the final straw. It was a fat, hot thing that made her remember how much she loved sex. How, unlike with Bruce, she wanted to fuck day-in, day-out.
With a sudden, fluid motion she was rolling over onto her back, her eyes blazing with raw hunger. Her hand went straight to the enormous bulge in his swim trunks, her fingers wrapping around the thick, hard outline of him. The sound of her slick hand on the damp fabric was obscenely loud.
Valmont groaned. "Selina…"
"Shhh," she whispered, her smirk back, predatory and pleased. "Let me feel what's mine." She began to stroke him, up and down, her grip firm through the material. She could feel every magnificent inch, the broad head, the throbbing vein along the shaft, the heavy weight of his balls resting below. He was rock-hard, straining against the confines of his clothing, twitching under her expert touch. "So fucking big for me, aren't you? So hard you're aching."
"Oui, mon Dieu, yes," Valmont hissed, his hips beginning to thrust in tiny, involuntary jerks against her palm. His composure, that cool, thief's facade, was cracking.
She squeezed him, a deliberate, punishing pressure that made his eyes roll back.
'God, look at this thing. So much bigger than Bruce's…!'
Selina's fingers traced the obscene outline straining against the damp black fabric of his trunks. It was a hot, rigid promise beneath her palm. "So fucking big for me, aren't you?" she purred, her voice a low, throaty vibration that went straight to his cock.
A sharp hiss went through Valmont's teeth. "Selina…! Fuck, all for you. Only for you." His hips gave another small, involuntary thrust, rubbing the thick length against her cupping hand.
"Mmm, I know," she cooed, her smirk widening. Her fingers curled, applying a firm pressure that made his thighs tremble. She could feel every glorious inch—the broad, flaring head, the thick, throbbing vein running along the underside, the heavy, full balls drawn up tight beneath. "You're just aching in there. Trapped. Does it hurt, chéri? Being so hard and so…contained?"
He groaned in Arabic, his native language, his composure fracturing. His cool, thief's facade was melting under the Jersey sun and her merciless touch.
"You really like this?" she asked, knowing the answer, her grip tightening just a fraction more. She began to stroke him in earnest then, a slow, slick shlick shlick shlick through the wet fabric. Up, feeling the pronounced cap of the head, then down, her palm cupping the full, weighted sac beneath.
It was more than like. He loved her slippery little hand working his big, fat cock through his little swimsuit.
His only response was a guttural, gnnh, his head falling back, corded muscles in his neck standing out in stark relief.
"Use your words, thief," she commanded, her rhythm steady and maddening.
"Yes!" he burst out, his hips beginning to piston in a shallow, frantic rhythm, fucking her fist. "Fuck, yes, Selina! I love it! I love your fucking hands on me! Don't stop! S'il te plaît, ne t'arrête pas!"
"Since you asked so nicely~!" Selina giggled and her other hand joined the first. With a deft, quick motion, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of his trunks and pulled them down just enough. The elastic band slid over his hips, and then his cock sprang free, slapping hard against his stomach with a wet thwack.
It was just as magnificent as she remembered. Thick, veined, and ruddy with need, glistening with a mix of seawater and his own pre-cum. Ten perfect inches of fucking perfection.
"There he is," Selina breathed, her eyes drinking him in before her hand wrapped around his bare flesh. "My favourite cock."
Valmont grunted. Her lotion-slick hand was warm and knowing, sliding over his dick skin with a slick, squish that was utterly lewd.
"Fuck, Selina…your hand…! It's so—! Ohhh…"
"Tell me what my hand is doing," she demanded, her strokes becoming faster, more purposeful. Her thumb swirled over the weeping slit at his tip, spreading the sticky fluid down his shaft.
"It's…it's gripping me," he panted, his words starting to slur with pleasure. "So fucking tight. Your fingers…slimy…slippery…rubbing up and down my fucking shaft. Astaghfirullah! Right on that vein…right there!"
"This vein?" Selina asked, applying direct pressure with her thumb, tracing the thick, pulsing cord.
"YES!" Valmont shouted, his body bowing. "Fuck! Yes! Don't stop! I'm so close, mon chaton…I can feel it…deep in my balls…"
She could feel it too. The way his cock began to jerk and twitch violently in her grasp. The way his sac drew up even tighter, preparing for the eruption. Valmont breathed in ragged, desperate gasps. He was right on the edge, his entire magnificent tanned body tensing like a drawn bowstring.
"You're gonna cum for me, aren't you?" she whispered, her voice dripping with wickedness. "You're gonna paint me with your cream!
Valmont moaned, his eyes squeezed shut, lost in the building tsunami of his release. "I am going to…I am…!"
Just as the first agonizingly intense ripple of his orgasm seized him, Selina moved with feline quickness. She released his throbbing cock and yanked his swim trunks back up over his hips, the elastic band snapping snugly into place around the base of his shaft, trapping it. Containing it.
Valmont's eyes flew open in bewildered, peak-time shock. "Wha—?"
But it was too late. The dam had broken.
The first powerful shot erupted into the tight, dark confines of his trunks. His cumshots were no silent thing, they were a messy event that stretched the fabric wide. The first cumshot alone made Selina's eyes and smile go wide. She thought it was about to rip. But it held. Five cumshots in the first three seconds.
Then another. And another. Squirt, spurt, spuuurt!
Valmont's body convulsed, a series of helpless, full-body shudders as he emptied himself, his hot cum flooding the fabric, soaking the lining in a matter of seconds. The sheer volume was astounding. It painted the inside of the black material, a warm, sticky pool that quickly seeped through, creating a dark, unmistakable patch on the outside. The smell of sex and coconut lotion filled the air around them. His legs gave way and he stumbled backward, breathing like he'd just run a mile, staring down at the massive, wet mess she'd made him create.
Selina giggled, a light, musical sound that contrasted with the obscene squishing noise he made when he shifted slightly. "Oh, look at you. You made such a mess in your pretty little shorts." She reached out and poked the soaked, warm fabric. Squish!
He managed to right himself, sitting on his knees, and looked down at her, dazed, overwhelmed, and completely, utterly owned. "You…you are a devil," he breathed, but there was nothing but awe in his voice.
"Mmm," she purred, lying back on the towel and stretching like the cat she was, supremely pleased with herself. She glanced toward the beach path where a few other patrons were beginning to stroll by. "Now come here, you messy boy. Spoon me. Hide your little accident." She patted the space behind her. When he couldn't quite find the strength in him and she heard footsteps about to pass by their hut, she pulled him down onto the towel beside her.
Both of them on their sides, him curling around her back, spooning her. His arm draped over her waist, his hand splaying across her stomach.
"Mm, come on, do you see them?" Her eyes flicked to the guests that went past them. Seeing them, they presumed they were an ordinary hot couple spooning.
But they were more than hot. They were horny. At the same time as more guests walked past their little hut, she shifted her hips, tugging the side of her bikini bottom to the side, exposing her wet, waiting cunt to the humid air.
His other hand was frantic now, yanking at the side of his own trunks, pulling the fabric aside to free his dripping cock. There was no fumbling. It was a perfectly executed heist. The broad, slick head of his cock found her entrance instantly. He pushed.
"Fuck," Selina gasped, her head falling back against his shoulder as he filled her in one smooth, relentless thrust. "Oh, fucking hell, Valmont…"
He was buried to the hilt inside her, every inch of his ten-inch cock sheathed in her tight, clutching heat. He went perfectly, incredibly still.
"Mmmph~! Y-you're to make me cum! A-and moan!"
"Then be very, very quiet, my love," Valmont murmured into her ear. His hand on her stomach slid down, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing slow, maddening circles. "Let them watch the waves. They will never know I am buried inside this perfect pussy."
Then he began to move. Slow, shallow thrusts at first, a subtle rocking of his hips that made the towel beneath them rustle, but every thrust was electric. The angle was exquisite, his cockhead rubbing against a spot deep inside her that made her see stars. She bit her lip to keep from crying out. She was half-successful.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, ohfuck—!"
His thrusts grew deeper, more purposeful. His fingers worked her clit in time with his thrusts. This bastard…
"Oh fuck, I'm cumming—!"
It was a whisper that only Valmont could hear and he loved it. Knowing this babe belonged to him and him alone…!
"This is it…! This is what you wanted. Not a boring fuck in a penthouse. This. My cock in you, in the sun, where anyone could see. You love the danger, Selina. You love my fucking cock stretching this tight little cunt."
"Yes," she hissed, her own hand coming down to cover his, pressing his fingers harder against her. "Fuck, yes! It's so… fucking… good. Don't stop. Don't you fucking stop."
His pace became frantic, losing all pretense of stealth. The cabana walls were their only shield. The air was thick with the scent of sex and coconut and sea salt. She could feel the tension coiling in his body, the way his breath hitched, the ragged, animalistic grunts he could no longer suppress.
"I'm going to cum," he rasped. "I'm going to fill your perfect pussy with my seed, Selina."
"Do it," she commanded, pussy clenching around him. "It's not the first time. Fill me up. Give me every fucking drop."
With a final, brutal thrust that knocked the air from her lungs, he came. Arched like a cat, and letting him release his precious baby batter inside her. She felt him shudder against her back, his entire body seizing up with the force of his orgasm.
He did not move. Valmont lay there, spooning her, nobody realizing his trunks were done and his cock was still twitching deep within her. Selina's hand, which had been gripping his on her stomach, relaxed. Her fingers laced with his, giving them a soft, contented squeeze. She felt full. She felt claimed. She felt… perfect. This scandalous, public, raw fucking with this dangerous, flirty man was everything Bruce could never have given her. This was the life she had always wanted. This.
***
The walk back to the suite was a blur of heated glances and possessive touches and knowing her pussy was dripping with his seed. Selina had to constantly adjust her bottoms.
"Mm, having trouble?" Valmont would whisper in her hear, only for her to roll her eyes and huff.
"Because of you, babe~!"
Valmont's hand was a brand on the small of Selina's back. But soon, they arrived to their honeymoon suite. The door clicked shut behind them, sealing them in the cool, air-conditioned silence of a kind of wealth even Valmont never had.
This was the honeymoon suite Bruce Wayne had booked. This was where Bruce had wanted to take her for their marriage before she ended things. Selina's eyes scanned the room: the chilled champagne, the rose petals on the floor, the absurdly large heart-shaped bed.
"He really wanted to fuck me here, hm?"
Valmont stopped since he was already ahead. He looked over his shoulder. "Selina? Come to bed, let's not linger."
"I'd rather shower first."
"You really are a tease, aren't you?"
She blew him a kiss. "I do my best~"
With a final, defiant toss of her wet hair, Selina sauntered into the lavish bathroom. Valmont heard the shower hiss on, then off a few minutes later. The door opened again, and the air left his lungs.
Selina Kyle stood there, a vision crafted for a wedding night that never was. The lingerie was pristine white lace, a delicate contrast against her sun-kissed skin. The bustier lifted her magnificent D-cup breasts, pushing them up and together, creating a deep, tantalizing canyon that made his mouth water. The fabric was sheer, the pink points of her nipples visible through the intricate pattern. It was connected to garters that strained against the thick, lush muscle of her thighs, leading down to sheer white stockings that ended mid-thigh. She was barefoot, her painted toes digging into the plush rug.
"Oh my god."
His swim trunks created the largest tent of his life. She loved to see it. 'I planned to wear this for Bruce but…looks I've upgraded.' She licked her lips, just eyeing that deliciously throbbing cock. 'Massively upgraded. Sorry, Bruce~!"
Selina did a slow turn, showing off the way the lace barely contained the perfect, rounded globes of her ass, the back a mere whisper of fabric that disappeared into the cleft. "I had this made for a different man. For a different life." She turned back to face him, her eyes glinting with mischief and desire. "A boring life. Do you like it?"
Valmont crossed the room in three long strides, his hands finding her waist, pulling her against him. The lace was scratchy under his palms, a barrier he was already planning to destroy. "I like what is inside it infinitely more," he growled before crushing his mouth to hers.
The kiss was anything but gentle. His hands roamed over the lace, groping the heavy weight of her breasts, his thumbs rubbing rough circles over her nipples until she gasped into his mouth. She frantically pulled at the tie of his swim trunks, her fingers fumbling until the knot gave way and the wet material slapped against the floor.
He was already hard again, his impressive ten-inch cock springing free, slapping against his stomach with a wet thwap. Selina's hand wrapped around him, her grip firm and knowing.
"Valmont, you're so hard for me," she purred, stroking him slowly, her thumb swirling over the slick head. "This big, fucking cock is always so ready."
He groped her ass. In turn, she grabbed his balls and squeezed them. As though addicting to her, he spanked her booty. She then grabbed his butt with one hand while her other hand ran up and down his abs.
Selina and Valmont were hungry. They were greedy. They were groping, kissing, and feeling each other down to the last inch.
"It knows its home is that divine pussy," he rasped, breaking the kiss to bite a trail down her neck. His fingers found the clasp at the front of the bustier. With a deft snick, it came undone. He peeled the lace away, and her breasts spilled into his waiting hands. He kneaded them, his calloused thumbs scraping over her pebbled nipples. "But this… this needs to go."
He guided her backward until her calves hit the edge of the heart-shaped bed. "Lay down," he commanded.
She obeyed and laid down on the bed, leaning back on her elbows, watching him through heavy-lidded eyes. He crawled on the mattress and toward her, his hands running up her stockings, from her ankles to the delicate lace garters at her thighs. His touch was reverent and possessive. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of the tiny white panties and, with agonizing slowness, pulled them down her legs.
Her pussy was there for him. Divine cock and pussy in one room.
He tossed the scrap of lace over his shoulder, then grabbed her hips. "Now, ma reine, you will ride my face until you scream."
He didn't wait for a reply. His mouth descended on her, his tongue lashing her core with a ferocious hunger.
Selina's head fell back, a loud, broken moan tearing from her throat. "Oh, fuck! Fuck, Valmont!" Her hands tangled in his dark hair, not pushing him away, but holding him right where she needed him.
His technique was brutal and exquisite. He didn't just lick; he devoured. His tongue plunged deep inside her, fucking her with short, sharp thrusts. Then it would flatten, circling her clit with a relentless, dizzying pressure that made her vision blur. He sucked on the sensitive bud, and she felt the orgasm build like a tsunami, shockingly fast and utterly overwhelming.
"Yes, right there! Don't stop, don't you fucking stop, I'm gonna come!" she screamed, her back arching off the bed. "Oh god—! You're so much better than—!"
He growled against her and she actually climaxed. Her climax crashed through her, a violent, shuddering wave that made her toes curl in the stockings and her thighs clamp around his head.
He didn't let up, licking and sucking her through the intense spasms until she was limp and trembling, pushing weakly at his shoulders. "Too… too much… fuck…"
He finally pulled back, his chin glistening with her release. He looked up at her, his expression one of raw, male satisfaction. He purposely licked his own fingers. "As delectable as you look in this wedding fantasy, ma belle, it has to go. All of it. I want to see all of you. I want to feel your skin on mine."
Still breathless, her body humming with aftershocks, Selina nodded. She pushed herself up. With a theatrical slowness that was pure performance, she reached for the garters, unclipping them one by one. She rolled the first stocking down her leg, the slow reveal of her toned thigh a seduction in itself. She did the same with the other, then stood up, letting the ruined bustier fall from her shoulders to pool on the floor at her feet.
She lay before him completely naked, powerful and glorious in her nudity. "Better?"
"Perfect," he growled. His cock, thick and throbbing, stood straight up, beading with pre-come.
Drip!
She closed the distance between them and hugged him. This was not only Selina, this was Catwoman claiming her prize. She climbed into his lap, her knees straddling his hips, her cunt immediately smearing against the tip of his dick. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her breasts pressing against his chest. His cock flicked off her cunt and she could suddenly feel the thick, insistent pressure of his cock nudging against the small of her back, a promise of what was to come.
"What a fat cock…!" It wound up between her ass cheeks. She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. "Every single bit of your cum tonight is going inside my pussy, Valmont. Do you understand me? I want to feel you pumping it into me until I'm dripping with you."
She captured his mouth in a deep, searching kiss, and as their tongues tangled, she rocked her hips, feeling his bigger, better cock rub a hot, demanding trail between her bare ass cheeks.
She rose from his lap. The white lace was a distant memory on the floor, a ghost of a life she'd rejected. Now, there was only her dripping cunt and the thick, urgent presence of his cock against her.
"I want to see it. want to watch that big fucking cock disappear inside me."
She guided him, her hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, the skin like hot velvet over steel. A single bead of pre-come glistened at the tip. She held his gaze, her green eyes dark with lust, as she began to lower herself.
The broad, spongy head of his brown cock nudged and promised to stretch her. She paused, savoring the exquisite pressure.
"Do it, cat," Valmont urged, his hands gripping her thighs, his knuckles white. "Take all of me. I want to watch your face when my cock fills you up."
With a slow, controlled roll of her hips, she impaled herself on him. The first five inches, all of Bruce's cock, and that was only half.
"Fuuuuck," Selina moaned, her head falling back. Her eyes screwed shut as the incredible, mind-blowing fullness consumed her. Every inch of his ten-inch length slid into her, a perfect, devastating fit that stretched her to her absolute limit. "Oh, god, Valmont… it's so fucking deep."
Short hair, green eyes, and red lips that were licking themselves silly. She was ready to fuck.
"Unh! Ngggh! Mmmpph~!"
Smiling, she began a rocking rhythm that made the heart-shaped bed creak in protest. Her hands came up, fingers spearing through her own hair, her back arching. The sight of her like this—her full breasts bouncing with every rise and fall, her stomach taut, her expression a mask of unadulterated ecstasy—was almost enough to make him lose control right there.
She bounced up and down, up and down, looking hot and sexy as she moaned out, "This ccokkk! Mmmph, it feels SO good!!"
Look at her. Selina Kyle, a goddess. His goddess. Riding a cock like she was born for it.
One of his hands left her thigh and smacked her ass, a sharp, stinging thwack that made her cry out and clench around him, a vice-like grip that drew a guttural groan from his chest. His other hand groped the firm, rounded flesh of her cheek, kneading it possessively.
"This ass," Valmont rasped. "This perfect, fucking ass. It's mine. All of this is mine."
"Yes!" Selina cried out, her rhythm becoming more frantic, more desperate. "It's all yours! Fuck me harder! Make me cum on your big cock! Come on! Come on—!"
He took over, his hips pistoning up to meet her downward strokes, driving into her with a force that shook the entire bed. Their fucking filled the suite. What once could have been Catwoman and Batman was now Selina and a thief. Selina's cries grew louder, less coherent, a string of oh gods and fuck yeses and his name, chanted like a prayer.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes yesssss!!! I'm cumming! I'm cummiiing!!!"
The first orgasm ripped through her without warning, a blinding white-hot wave that made her entire body seize. She screamed, her inner muscles fluttering and convulsing around his shaft, milking him, pulling him deeper.
Valmont didn't stop. "Again." Driving up, up, up, making her ass cheeks jiggle. Overstimulating and overwhelming her. "Cum for me again, Selina! I want to feel you come a dozen times on my cock!"
And she did. The sensations built again almost instantly, a second peak crashing over the first, then a third. Each one was a shuddering, soul-shattering event that left her dizzy and breathless, only for him to build her right back up again with the relentless, perfect friction of his thrusts. He was a machine, a god of sex, knowing exactly how to angle his hips to hit that spot deep inside her that made her see stars.
"It's too good…! S-shoo much better than Bruce." she sobbed, her body trembling violently. "Oh good, cumming agaiiiiin~!!!"
"I know you can." Valmont grinned, his own climax coiling tight in his balls. He was so close. "One more. Come with me. Fill this pussy with my cum, my love! I want to feel you milk every last drop!"
The threat of his impending release, the raw, possessive command in his voice, sent her soaring over the edge one final, catastrophic time. Her scream was raw, ripped from her very soul as her spine arched deeply.
This man wanted to fuck her. This man wanted to creampie her. She was his top priority, nothing else. Not some stupid mission or some potential child. Selina mattered above all else.
'I wonder if he knows! I wonder if he knows that Valmont is going to cum inside me all night—!'
She giggled, she smiled, and she exclaimed, "Then cum! CUM~!!!"
She said it and Valmont followed up like a man. Unlike Batman, there was no hesitation. No fear over pregnancy. He buried himself to the hilt and came, a hot, pulsing flood that erupted inside her, wave after wave of his essence claiming her, marking her as his. He throbbed within her, a constant, pumping rhythm that seemed to go on forever, until he was completely spent, collapsing back onto the bed beneath her.
Selina slumped forward, her head resting on his chest, his softening cock still nestled deep inside her, a warm, pleasant fullness.
She traced a lazy circle on his sweat-slicked chest. "Bruce never fucked me like that."
Valmont's hand came up to stroke her hair. "He is a fool."
A new heat, a fresh wave of daring, began to pulse through her. The exhaustion was already being burned away by the sheer thrill of it all. She lifted her head, a wicked glint in her eye. "I'm not done with you yet."
She slid off him, his cum trickling down her inner thigh. She took his hand, pulling him up from the bed. "Come here."
She led him, both of them still naked and gleaming with sweat, out through the sliding glass doors and onto the private balcony. The ocean sprawled before them, an endless blanket of dark blue under the afternoon sun.
Seline bent over. They were outside. They could be seen.
"So?"
Selina didn't care. She only smirked and wagged her ass for him. She was creampied in a suite meant for her and Bruce Wayne—but she still wanted more.
A feral grin spread across Valmont's face. He loved this side of her—the thief, the queen, taking what she wanted. He guided her into position, her hands gripping the spectacular ass presented to him. He ran a hand over the curve of one cheek.
Slap!
"You want the world to see you get fucked, Selina?" he murmured, his already-hardening cock nudging at her slick entrance from behind.
"I want you to see it," she panted, pushing her hips back against him. "I want you to watch the ocean and know that you're fucking me harder than any wave has ever crashed on that shore."
He needed no further invitation. He drove into her in one savage thrust.
"The COCK of my dreams—! So DEEP—!"
Selina's gasp and moan echoed over the water. CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! The first three thrusts were loud. They didn't bother to hold back. Both of them wanted to be loud. Both of them wanted people to hear. And this angle…
"So fucking DEEP~!!!"
This angle was different, deeper, more animalistic. He wasn't just inside her; he was conquering her. His hands gripped her hips like vices, his rhythm brutal and unforgiving. CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! The sound of their bodies meeting punctuated each thrust.
"Fuck! Valmont! Yes!" Selina genuinely didn't care who heard. Let the whole resort know. Let Bruce know. This was real. This was raw. This was life.
He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, his mouth at her ear. "You see that?" he growled, never breaking his punishing pace. "That endless blue? That's freedom. And this," he punctuated his words with a particularly deep thrust that made her see stars, "this cock buried in your perfect, fucking pussy? This is my freedom. Right here."
"Y-you! You sure are arrogant! Ngggh~!!" She slammed her ass back. She was bent over of her own will and she could fuck of her own will. "Don't underestimate me!"
"I would never underestimate my girl."
His girl. Not Batman's. His.
That remark got her hot and tight. "Y-you really know—haaah—! What to say, don't you!?"
"The perks of being hung, my love!"
And slam! He went harder! Ahh, he must have been holding back. She smirked, eyes rolling back.
'Good—!'
She deserved a man this good at fucking.
The feel of him pistoning into her and this FAT fucking cock, it suddenly coalesced into an orgasm so powerful it blurred her vision. She came with a wordless scream, her pussy clamping down on him like a fist, her knees buckling. He held her upright, fucking her through the violent spasms, his own release building again, faster this time, fueled by her incredible tightness and the sheer audacity of their act.
"I'm cumming again," he grunted, his thrusts becoming erratic, desperate. "I'm going to fill you up… right here… for the whole world to see…"
"Do it! Cum inside me, Valmont! I want it all!"
He slammed into her and erupted. Spurt, spurt, splurt! Another hot flood, another claiming. He pulsed inside her, his body shuddering against hers, his forehead resting between her shoulder blades.
They stayed like that for a moment, draped over the balcony railing, spent and breathless, the ocean breeze cooling their heated skin. Valmont's hand slid around to splay across her stomach, holding her possessively against him. Selina's own hand came up and covered his, her fingers lacing with his. She gave them a soft, contented squeeze.
This was it. The danger, the passion, the utter lack of rules. This was the life she had.
"You're only going to cum inside me twice~?"
Selina smirked and Valmont snickered at the taunt. It wasn't over. Far from it.
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…
The sun began its slow descent, painting the sky in strokes of orange and violet, but inside their suite, time had lost all meaning. There was only the rhythm of their bodies, the slick sounds of their joining, and—
"CUMMIMIIING!!! THIS BIG DICK IS MAKING ME CUMMMM!!!"
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Her orgasms never truly faded, only ebbed before rising again, higher and hotter each time. Put simply, Valmont was fucking her pussy to the point of ruin. He was nailing her from behind and making that pale ass jiggle.
Good god, if Bruce was here, he would have gotten a heart-attack. This kind of raw fucking was alien to him. To Selina. Her knees and arms were shaking. Ever fucking time she thought she found Valmont's limit, he kicked it up a notch. From fucking doggy-style outside on the balcony to back on the bed…
"OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUUUCK!!! OH MY GOD, VALMOOONT!! YOUR DICK IS MAKING ME CUM LIKE NEVER BEFOOOREEEE—!"
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
…it was a never-ending delight. Valmont was grinning, holding her hips tightly, and rocketing into her. Ten inches constantly pumping in and out, in and out—
"How about we change positions?"
Selina was slobbering. Selina was grinning. He dragged his cock from her cunt, making her wide-eyed. "V-Valmoooont—!"
"Relax~!"
With a single strong arm, Selina was turned over and laid on her back, panting.
The stud did oh-so easily. Catwoman, the woman who could Batman's knees buckle from premature ejaculation, laying a heart-shaped bed, the sheets already soaked with their sweat and his previous releases. He settled between her thighs and his eyes were dark with a feral possessiveness, locked onto her greens.
"Look at me, Selina. I want to watch your eyes when my cock splits you open."
He slapped his cock on her entrance. He was taunting her, the broad, slick head pressing insistently against her sensitive folds.
"J-just fuck me, Valmont," she whined. "I need to feel it agaiiin. I need to feel all of you."
With one powerful, fluid thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. Selina's back arched off the bed. Her eyes widened.
"Yes! Oh, fuck, yes! That streeetch! It's so fucking PERFECT!"
He didn't move, letting her feel the incredible, mind-altering fullness. "You take every inch so well. This pussy was sculpted for my cock."
He wore a cocky grin. He knew that Bruce had never come close to turning her into this. This slobbering panting mess with little dignity.
Cue the slow, deep, rolling rhythm that made the bedframe groan. Each withdrawal was a tease, each deep plunge a conquest.
"Oh my gooood! Valmooont! It's soooo deep like this," she moaned, her hands scrambling for purchase on his sweat-slicked back. "I can feel you in my womb, Valmont! I can feel you claiming parts of me no one else ever has…!"
"That's because it is all mine." His pace intensified. His thrusts became harder, more purposeful, each one jolting through her with electric intensity. "This tight, greedy cunt belongs to me. It drinks my cum and begs for more."
He was hitting a spot so deep and so exquisite that her vision began to fray at the edges. Her orgasm built not as a wave, but as a screaming vortex, pulling her down. "I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come all over your fucking cock!"
"Do it," he demanded, driving into her with relentless, pounding force. "Soak me. Milk this cock with that perfect pussy."
Every fucking time. Every damn time, Catwoman milked her lover's dick greedily. She just had to.
"Mmmnpfh!" Her scream was muffled by his shoulder as she bit down. Her pussy seized around him in violent, clamping waves. He groaned like an animal as her inner muscles fluttered and convulsed around his shaft.
He didn't stop. He fucked her through the shattering climax, his own release barreling down on him. "I'm filling you up, Selina! Take it. Take every fucking drop."
He finished inside. Was there any doubt? A hot, pulsing flood of his release filled her, so thick and virile she could feel the heat of it spreading through her very core. He throbbed inside her, pumping what felt like a gallon of his thick, gooey baby batter deep into her womb until he was completely, utterly spent, collapsing atop her with a shudder.
They lay like that for only a few minutes, breathing in ragged unison. When he lifted and pulled his cock out, Selina mewled. "You cannn't! Not yet, babe!"
Valmont only chuckled and tugged on the last couple inches of dick. Plap! He was out. Selina could feel his cum already beginning to seep out of her, a warm trickle between her thighs.
But the emptiness without him was a sudden, aching void. She turned herself over and spread her pussylips. Showing the cum outlining her cunt. Showing he could still do more.
"Again. I need you again. I'm not full enough." She licked her lips. "Mm, and it's good to see that you're still hard."
Her left foot went up and massaged his balls while her right foot went and tapped at the girthy mushroom knob. She giggled.
"It's like your balls don't ever empty…!"
Valmont laughed again. "Your greed knows no bounds either. I love it." The thief stood on shaky legs, pulling her up with him. He turned her away from him, his hands on her hips, and guided her to bend over the foot of the massive bed.
She wagged her ass left and right, and huffed for effect. "Always wanting to bend me over…"
"Guilty as charged." Valmont smirked. "Now, let me see that beautiful ass jiggle for me."
Valmont ran a possessive hand over the perfect, rounded curve of one cheek, then the other. Smack! He delivered a sharp, stinging slap that made her gasp and push her ass back toward him.
"C-come on already." Drip, drip! Cum was still leaking. "I want more!"
"Patience. It's such a perfect fucking ass," he murmured, his voice thick with renewed lust. He positioned himself behind her, his already-hardening cock nudging at her swollen, well-used entrance. It was slick with their combined fluids.
He didn't tease. Why tease? It was pointless at this point. He drove into her in one long, smooth stroke that stole the air from her lungs.
"Fuuuck!" she cried out, the angle even deeper, more invasive than before. It was doggy-style but Selina had arched herself deeper. She was no longer on the bed, standing and holding herself with her arms. It was an elevation that was simply perfect for fucking.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
He set a punishing pace immediately, his hips slamming against her ass with each thrust. CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! The sound of their skin meeting was obscenely loud in the room. Her entire body shook with the force of it, her breasts swaying, her ass jiggling with every powerful impact.
And the thing was—Selina was slamming back. She wanted this. She always wanted this.
"Thiiis diiiick!! I love it, I love it, I LOVE IT!!"
"Look at you," he grunted, his hands gripping her hips. "Look at this ass bounce on my cock. This is what you needed, isn't it? To be fucked like an animal. To be completely and utterly claimed."
"Yes! Oh god, yes! Oh, fuuuuck! Oh, god, Valmont! Your cock is so fucking big!" she screamed, not caring who heard, wanting them all to hear. "It's stretching me open! I'm gonna cum all over it! Again! Again! AGAIIN~!!"
Their passionate, noisy fucking was a performance, a declaration. Valmont's hands slid around to her front and fondled her breasts. They were D-cups and sensitive to his brown, deft fingers.
It was too much, too good. Selina came with a shriek that was surely heard in the next resort over. He tried not to follow up. They had not been fucking for long.
But fuck—it was a mistake to be so cocky with Selina Kyle of all women. It was a mistake not to think he wasn't super sensitive at this point. Valmont grunted and groaned her name. "Oh fuck—!"
He felt her clench around him, a violent, milking pressure that tipped him over the edge instantly. "Selina!" he roared, burying himself as deep as he could possibly go.
Another hot, gushing flood erupted from him, painting her insides white once more. He pulsed and throbbed, his balls slapping against her ass as he emptied the last of his thick, virile load into her already-overflowing womb.
It was a quick, easy creampie. Really, he lasted for less than a minute.
Selina's eyes rolled back with a big smile. When he was done, she knew what to say. "So fast~!"
Valmont pretended not to flush. He pretended to be casual as she stood up straight and smacked her ass. "Because of how fucking tight you were, slut."
"Oooh, calling me slut now? Interesting~! I like this new Valmont!" She could feel the incredible, gooey fullness inside her, a testament to his virility. "Buuuut the question is…can you keep going?"
"The night is still young." He pressed his hips forward, his semi-hard cock giving a weak but promising twitch deep inside her. "But yes, of course I can."
Valmont's recovery was astonishingly, wonderfully fast. The weak twitch inside her became a firm, promising nudge, and then a full, rigid resurrection. He was hard again, his cock swelling within her, stretching her well-used passage, reminding her that his stamina was as legendary as his thefts.
"This pussy, you see, it is a miracle. It makes me a god."
He pulled out slowly, the squelch obscenely loud in the quiet room, a river of his previous creampies following his exit, dripping down her thighs. Drip, drip, plop! Selina turned over on her own, smirking. Although her legs were shaking, she managed to come close and kiss him on the lips. She stroked his cock like it was a wild beast.
"Mmm~! Now then…" Valmont ended the kiss. "I want to see your face when I ruin you."
"Aww, so eager, aren't you? Fine then~!"
She jumped on him, legs locked. They kissed and made out, his hands groping her toned ass cheeks. Her hands ran down his back and her nails loved tracing his muscles. He was leaner than Bruce and she loved it.
He laid her down on the bed. He grabbed her ankles, hoisting her legs up and back, folding her nearly in half. He pushed her knees toward her shoulders, spreading her wide open, exposing her completely. And his cock…
"Ah…"
His cock was right up on her stomach and cunt. This position was vulnerable, intimate, utterly dominating.
"This is a mating press, ma reine," he whispered, aligning the thick cum-leaking head of his cock with her dripping, swollen entrance. "I am going to drill my seed so deep into your womb, you will feel me for a week."
She smirked. "You sure are arrogant~! I love it!"
He didn't just enter her. He invaded. One powerful, piston-like thrust and he was buried to the root, his pelvis grinding against her ass, his balls slapping wetly against her.
"Fuck, Valmont, yes!" she cried out, her hands gripping the sheets above her head. The angle was intense, exposing her most intimate parts to his relentless gaze and his even more relentless cock. "Oh fuck—!"
But that wasn't the full of it. That was only half. This position, this mating press…
"Gah!" Selina's eyes rolled back. It was so deep, so impossibly deep. He wasn't just hitting her cervix; he was massaging it with the furious, spongy head of his cock. "I-I-I'M CUMMIIING~!!!"
"Aw, look at that. And I haven't even thrust inside."
He smirked and waited for her to calm down. To look at him. To see her green eyes have logic and her lips beg, "More…!"
More she would get.
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
Each pounding drive was a direct, electric shock to her entire nervous system.
"Look at me! Look at me while I fucking own this perfect pussy!"
His fat ballsack smacking against her ass. He squatted and just smacked into her. Plapping deep into her cunt like she was a whore and not the love of his life. But, you see, this was what Selina wanted. To be used. To be loved intensely.
She forced her eyes to focus on his, seeing the raw, untamed hunger there. His muscles were corded with strain, sweat dripping from his brow onto her chest. He was a beast, a conquering king, and she was his ravaged kingdom.
"IT'S SO DEEP! I CAN'T—I CAN'T THINK!" she sobbed, her body rocking violently with each impact. The pleasure never stopped. Every thrust was met with an orgasm and the next orgasm building already with terrifying speed.
"You don't need to think," he grunted, his pace never faltering. "You just need to take my cock. You just need to come on it. Again. Do it, Selina."
His command was the final key. The orgasm detonated inside her, a nuclear blast of pure sensation that wiped her mind completely clean. She screamed, a raw, piercing sound, her back arching off the bed as her pussy clamped down on him in a series of violent, milking spasms.
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
"Mating press, mating press—!"
Oh fuck. Oh fuckkk~!!
'Bruce can't see this! Bruce shouldn't see this! A real man is fucking me! I-I can't—! I caaaan't!'
Her eyes rolled back.
This was on his bed. Bruce bought all this, and now another man was dicking her down in the way that he was supposed to be. In a way that, quite frankly, Bruce simply couldn't.
"THIS BIG COCKKK! CAN'T STOP! CAN'T STOP MAKING ME CUMMM! TEN INCHES OF DIIICK!! IT'S THE BEST DICK EVER! THE BEST EVERRR!""
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
"I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU VALMOOOONTTT~!!"
Her proclamation of love triggered his creampie. With a roar that shook the windows, Valmont slammed into her one final, devastating time and let go. He pulsed and throbbed, pumping a seemingly endless stream of his thick, gooey cum into her already-overflowing womb.
His nutsack shuddered with the force of it.
But he kept cumming. "Take it, take it, take it," he kept grunting.
He collapsed forward, catching his own weight by slamming his palms to the sides of her head. He was still deep inside. Still squeezing the last of his cum inside her, his forehead resting against hers.
"Fuck," Valmont breathed, the word full of reverence.
"Fuck," Selina echoed, her entire body humming, every nerve ending alight. But she smiled. "All of New Jersey must have heard us."
"Maybe." He held her close, cupping her cheek. "We do not have to go back, you know," he murmured, his voice a soft rumble against her ear. "To Gotham. To his rules, his shadows. We could stay here. Or go to Monaco. Cairo. Anywhere. The world is ours to steal."
Selina was quiet for a moment, listening to the waves, feeling his seed trickle out of her, feeling more claimed and content than she ever had in her life. Her lips found his.
"No," she whispered against his mouth. "I want to go back. I want to walk down those dirty, familiar streets. I want to sit in a rooftop garden and feel the city's pulse. I want to make sure everyone sees." She kissed him again, deep and slow. "I want them all to see how well I'm fucked. How well I'm loved."
She felt his smile against her lips. "Then to Gotham it is, ma reine." His hand found hers on her stomach, and she squeezed it, sealing the promise as the warm, tropical night air wrapped around them.
***
"Ngggh~!"
When a man woke up, he expected breakfast or maybe an alarm clock.
The first thing Valmont registered was the sensation. That sensation. The deep, wet, glorious heat of his girlfriend's cunt wrapped around him, tightening in a slow, milking rhythm. The second thing was the sound. A soft, wet slosh with every lift of her hips, a desperate, guttural mmmph escaping her lips with every descent.
Yes, when Valmont woke up, he experienced a woman already riding it.
"Selina…"
He called out her name before his eyes fluttered open to a breathtaking sight. Selina, bathed in the pale morning light filtering through the hotel blinds, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Her pale skin was sheened with a fine sweat, her once-toned stomach now held the gentle, undeniable curve of her pregnancy, a perfect swell he found unbearably erotic. She was lost in it, riding him with a slow, primal intensity.
She didn't even notice him waking up. Ha. In fact, even his little groans didn't wake her up. She was THAT addicted to his cock. Her hands were braced on his chest, her eyes squeezed shut, and she was just riding him like she was meant to be here.
A low, appreciative groan rumbled from his chest. His hands came up to settle on her hips, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh of her abdomen, just below the swell of their child.
"Do not stop on my account, habibti," he murmured, his voice thick with sleep and desire.
Selina's eyes flew open, a jolt of surprise and renewed lust flashing through her. "You're awake. And speaking Arabic. Now that's cute~!"
"How could I not be?" Valmont said, his grip tightening, his hips giving a slight, instinctive upward thrust that made her gasp. "Feeling your perfect cunt waking my cock up… hearing you… Allah, the sounds you make."
"Ahh, I love when you're honest like this. Only happens in the mornings too~!"
Giggling, she slowed down. Valmont then took control then, his strong hands slammed her down on his cock. He was a thief and an excellent fuck. He didn't necessarily have to have Batman's strength to get Selina to bounce on his dick.
"That's it," he growled, his dark eyes locked on hers. "Ride me. Take every fucking inch of it. I want to feel you come all over my dick."
"Valmont…" she moaned, her back arching, presenting her breasts to him. Her mind was fracturing, all coherent thought dissolving into pure, animal sensation.
"Look at you," he rasped, one hand sliding around to grope the full, round flesh of her ass, squeezing roughly. "So fucking beautiful. So full of me. You feel so much tighter now, habibti. So much hotter." His fingers dug into her, pulling her down onto him harder, deeper, with every thrust.
"Oh, God… yes!" she cried out, her voice echoing off the high ceilings. She was being split apart by him, filled in a way Bruce never could, never. The comparison flashed, unbidden, in her pleasure-addled brain. Valmont was thicker, longer, better. He knew how to move, how to touch her, how to fuck her until she saw stars.
"Is this what you wanted when you crawled on top of me?" he asked, his tone a mix of teasing and dominance. "You wanted to get stuffed full first thing in the morning? You wanted to feel my cum leaking out of you while I fill you up again?"
"Yes…! Obviously, yes…!" The vulgarity sent a smirk on her face. She loved it when he talked like that, so raw and nasty. It was the truth of them. There were no games here, just pure, unadulterated fucking.
His other hand moved from her hip to her breast, pinching her nipple hard, sending a bolt of electric pleasure-pain straight to her core. She felt the orgasm building, a tidal wave of heat and pressure.
"I'm going to cum," she panted, her rhythm faltering. "Valmont, I'm going to–"
"Ngh~!" Valmont grunted. On instinct, his thrusts becoming punishingly deep, hitting a spot inside her that made her vision blur. "Y-you're so damn tight!"
Slam, slam, slam! As he fucked, so did she. As he gave his best effort, her eyes became cloudy and she gave in deeper and deeper. "Yesyesyes—!" Green eyes, glazed with pleasure, locked with his.
Selina Kyle came. She sighed. And she kept going.
"Fuck…!" Valmont groaned. He couldn't move anymore. He just let Selina do her thing. Let her bounce on his dick. "Say, how long can we even stay here for?"
Smiling, hands on his chest, she cocked her head. "How long? Hmm, Bruce never told me that…" Up and down, up and down. Her boobs jiggled. Those titties were simply hypnotising and Valmont almost looked like an idiot smirking and watching them. "Maybe a week."
"Maybe?"
They had been here for a day now. At this point, Selina wouldn't have been surprised if her ex-fiance was aware. Then again, part of being Batman meant he often missed large details.
"Don't worry your pretty little cock." Selina grinned and leaned down to tap his nose. "We can just sneak out if we get caught~"
Her boobs bounced. Valmont's brain melted and he nodded like a good boy.
But it did make her wonder: did the World's Greatest Detective know? Did he know his ex-fiancee was cumming and moaning on the bed he ordered for her from another man?
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…
Valmont and Selina had stayed at a Wayne-owned honeymoon building. On regular days, it allowed normal customers, but for this week, for Bruce and Selina's marriage, it was limited to VIPs only. The richest of the rich. It was near a private peach anyway, so the number of customers went from the hundreds to the dozens.
So of course Bruce would learn about it.
Across the street, perched on the hotel directly across the building that he owned, Bruce Wayne watched. Batman watched, donned in black and a cap. The binoculars in his hands were trained on the window, the high-powered lenses leaving no detail to the imagination.
He saw the arch of her back, a perfect, painful curve of ecstasy. He saw the shape of another man's hands on her body—on her hips, her ass, gripping her with a possessiveness that made his own hands clench into fists so tight the leather of his gloves creaked.
But worse than the sight was the sound. Even from this distance, even through the double-paned glass, the audio enhancers in his cowl picked it up. Her moans. Not the controlled, measured sounds she'd sometimes made with him. These were raw, uninhibited, screams of pleasure. They were loud. She was loud with him.
He saw Selina's head fall forward, her mouth open in a cry he could feel in his bones.
He saw her reach her peak, saw her body convulse around the man beneath her, a man who was not him. A man whose name he knew. A man who had given her the one thing he never could: a child.
The binoculars lowered. Batman stood there, a silent, dark sentinel against the morning sky, listening to the woman he loved get creampied by another man.
His cock strained in his superhero trunks. Half in anger, half in lust, and half in envy. As much as he wanted to convince himself his cock had a mind of its own…it didn't.
*PART 3 ON PATREON*