♡Joie♡

Your back was against the matress, legs wrapped around his waist. He was tall. God he was tall.

And long.

That height and suit made some promises and he sure did keep them.

He was so deep inside you, shirt soaked, pants abandoned on the floor, panties holding on for dear life around your ankle. And it was wet. You, him, everything. Soaked through.

He had blown three loads inside you already, and he was still rock hard. Face buried in your neck, and fingertips leaving bruises on your hips.

"P-please...I feel...it's not fair, we should...I should..."

"I don't care how many times it takes you, keep going"

He nodded, sobbing and whimpering into your pulse point as he kept thrusting. Hard, soft, erratic. It was alot, he was overstimulated and exhausted. Lead by only his powers recuperating him so quickly.

Four loads.

Five.

Six.

His hips stuttered.

"O-ow...I can't...I don't have anything left"

Your clit was aching, pussy filled to the brim, leaking around his slowly softening cock. A mercy killing almost. It squelched loudly as it slipped out. A moan pulled from your lips as you felt yourself leaking onto the mattress. Cum, water, your own juices. Who even knew what was bubbling out out this point.

You reached up, tangling the hairs at the nape of his neck around your fingers. Pressing soft and slow kisses into his temple. Stroking his back as it heaved in breaths.

"That's ok, I'm glad you had fun. I can just..."

You removed your hand from his back, reaching down to just finish the job yourself when he quickly grabbed your wrist. Gulping as he looked at you through fogged goggles. Nervous eyes darting down as the corners of his mouth watered.

"No...no, l-let me"

He slowly slid down. Soft cock slapping wetly on his thigh as he did. He hooked your thighs over his shoulders and let out a tentative lick against your swollen clit. Your eyes widening as a gasp was pulled from your throat, raw and guttural, hands reaching down to grip ginger hair as he filled his mouth with water, sucking it inside. Softly lapping as you squirmed.

He let the water fall from his mouth, coming up for a breath as his chin rested just above your pelvic bone. Watching your reaction.

"Am I doing it... I mean is it...I can-"

"Don't stop. Fuck if you stop, I'll die. I promise you that"

You pushed his head back down. Hips bucking upwards to brush against his lips.

"O-ok..."

And he didn't stop. Wet lapping and sucking. Tongue pushed in deep and swirling. Nose bumping every nerve, every cell of your body as you whimpered against him. Hips moving on their own. Trying to seek more and more of that wet month. His own cum and your juices dripping down his chin until you felt it, tensed and shaking. Pushing his head hard as he was buried tongue deep. Lapping at every inch of your walls.

He pulled back, letting you catch your breath through half-lidded eyes. His face was...wetter than usual.

You didn't have time to react before he was pressed against your lips. Firm but tender. Opening your mouth wantonly before slowly sliding his tongue inside. Wet and thick, salty and sweet. Filling your mouth as you whimpered and swallowed. Dripping down both your chins, shaking your very core.

He pulled back with a smile. Wiping your chin with one gloved hand.

"Sorry....messy. P-powers and all"

You scoffed out a laugh, pulling him in close for an after glow cuddle.

Squelching and squeaking.