Lois Lane

Lois pulled away in seconds, her eyes glaring at Lex. “You want me to believe you hate him? That’s funny considering how desperate you looked while kissing.” She mumbles and her eyes dart between both men. “You hear this right? He’s just trying to find a loophole to be able to keep this whole thing going without making us think he’s actually got feelings that aren’t hatred towards you.” She sighs, her hand going to pat Lex on the arm. “We can come back but I highly doubt you’re doing this for anything other than the simple fact that you are attracted to him.”

“If only you’d ask me sweetly instead of pissing me off.” Lois doesn’t mean it, why would she mean something like that when she gets wet just watching him open his mouth to say something fucked up. Something that makes her want to push him as hard as she can onto the desk. “I-“ she’s cut off by a sound she definitely deemed pathetic to hear come out of her mouth at the hard way he pinches at her sensitive skin. “I can do whatever I want when I’m the one who’s going to make you cum.” Lois manages to say, slightly breathless as she leans down more and keeps the pressure on his throat light. “You love it just as much as I do.”

Lois looked down at him, the way he propped himself up made one of her eyebrows raise but she doesn’t respond yet. She wants to shut her eyes and moan, not continue pushing whatever buttons she can while she rides him. But it just isn’t that easy for her. “Keep going, you desire me so much it hurts.” She says it with a certain inflection in her tone. “Too bad about that attitude of yours though.” Her fingers push him down more and she plants her hands on his pecks to continue rolling her hips onto his.

The smack makes her shift, her skirt hiking up her skin. Lois isn’t so upset about doing an interview on a weekend anymore now that she’s being treated in such a way. Usually her interviews would be ether riveting or boring. This is something entirely different. “You looked much more shy in the- photos.” She jokes in between kisses, her hands gripping his shoulders.

The man, well-versed in public relations and getting personal with the relations, was something he enjoyed. Arousal spiked over the time they'd have together. The excitement over how uncommon this was made the situation that much greater. “ Oh, you'll see all my angles soon enough.” He rubbed the tip of his cock against her slit before pushing inside her.

Lois figured people saw him a certain way especially with the whole, coming out of a literal freezer after years. But she wondered if he was different than the way they described him all the time, and she certainly got her answer now. With a hand on the back of his neck, her eyes dart down to where they meet. “Shit-“ she hisses and her eyes nearly roll back, slapping her free hand over her mouth.

Lois is about to retort but the way it twitches inside her hits deep and her eyes nearly roll back. She’s taking one of her hands and grounding herself by putting it back on his warm neck, it feels like she has the tiniest bit of leverage even if she may not. Leaning closer she kisses him to shut him up. When she pulls back she’s bouncing on him faster, grabbing one of his hands to put it on her breast. “Oh we both know it gets you off just as much…” Lois’s voice trails off for a moment, her eyes shutting. “-to piss me off. But it’s your fault for coming into my office the way you do.”

“If only you’d ask me sweetly instead of pissing me off.” Lois doesn’t mean it, why would she mean something like that when she gets wet just watching him open his mouth to say something fucked up. Something that makes her want to push him as hard as she can onto the desk. “I-“ she’s cut off by a sound she definitely deemed pathetic to hear come out of her mouth at the hard way he pinches at her sensitive skin. “I can do whatever I want when I’m the one who’s going to make you cum.” Lois manages to say, slightly breathless as she leans down more and keeps the pressure on his throat light. “You love it just as much as I do.”