C.

Not to him though, he felt her pussy shake around his tool, and he even x-rayed her to see how her body moved as his cock urged to and fro against her womb. He was taught back in middle school that even a single drop of precum had the potential to get a girl pregnant, and he was way past just a single drop of it.

Jon groaned as he thrusted hard, much harder, he wasn’t thinking about being gentle, remembering a lecturing: man of steel; woman of tissue, from his dad when he first was given the talk. He was busy trying to get himself off, and he wasn’t like The Flash, he didn’t burn out in a few minutes because his body processed pleasure faster than average–it wasn’t his proudest of moment of eavesdropping when he learned about that.

He was half Kryptonian, making him like half a god, but right now he wasn’t trying to endure, he was busy holding her down as he recklessly shoved his meaty cock into her pussy. The desk scraped the floor from the force of his thrusts.

Cherry swallowed the wails, sounds muffled by his tie that gagged her, the same ugly colour that she still loathed, but it did the job. Just because her office was separated from the rest of the building and no one could see inside didn’t mean that it was sound-proof. It was one of those risks that came as an afterthought. It just so happens that Cherry wasn’t all that paranoid when she had years of practise in her office affairs.

Her tight walls caressed each stroke of his cock when he releases. Her eyes were strictly staring at his face, watching the flush rise up his neck and leave his cheeks splotchy. She felt him throb uncontrollably inside her, thick spurting sensation that filled her. Filled her. So much that she began to come familiar with the risks. Instead, Cherry was slumped on the desk, entirely spent to give a shit at the moment. Her groins ached after a while once she was left to twitch as a result. 

“Move.” She said dismissively once her needs were met and thoroughly satisfied. Now she had no other use for him. Finding will to sit up, she felt the warm fluid seep thickly from her used cunt. Looking at the balled up tie that she had spat out, she then took it and dropped it into the bin beside her desk. 

Sensibly, Cherry used tissues to wipe between the apex of her legs, looking chafed when she spotted the rests of his cum that her pussy couldn’t contain drip onto her expensive carpet. She then neatened herself up, fixing the up-do that became loose and buttoning the front of her top. Her breath was still raggedy once she found balance standing up. Taking her compact she checked out her appearance. Not bad for someone who was going cross-eyed moments ago. Dabbing a bit of the mauve lipstick that became smeared, she then shut the compact with a snap. 

Sometimes it was easier to think of a woman in simpler terms, as a tool of passion and pleasure and absolutely nothing else. At least he watched a lot of videos that reflected that, but there were still a heck of a lot of women that wanted to be treated as such, it was just a matter of getting his hands onto one of them. 

He groaned uneasily, while he was dominant by nature he still enjoyed a dominant woman to either rival him, or fight until one submitted to the other. And he was through with her abuse and wouldn’t let him top him. He wasn’t going to let this wealthy whore boss him around the bedroom. So to speak. 

“I’ll stop when I’m completely fucking done,” fucking and using you like I paid for it, but she was paying him right now, he was on the clock. But she was on his cock, and it was consensual enough, he didn’t even think that he was the whore in this case. 

Now, a boy. That was something she’d think about later. Cherry wasn’t enticed by her employees as much as she made their lives worth contemplating to quit altogether because of her impeccable expectations. If she hadn’t caught the imprint of his cock through the accident glance, there’d be no attraction. She was influenced by the unknown entity that first awakened her rousing, and now he was making up for it.  

Cherry was shoved back each time he thrust into her, body in compliance to the large wooden desk that felt weightless when it moved several inches from the force and she was left temporarily blinded. Her head pushed back with a strangled moan, eyes looking completely indignant when he shoved that tie of his into her mouth, smothering her into silence. 

A string of muffled profanities was hurled at him before it simpered down when her inner walls spasms from an orgasm. A strangled gasp morphed into a high pitched keening sound as it crashes over. 

He was still easing himself on the first thrust, adjusting to the hot, tight hole of hers clenching on his cock for dear life, like it was the sole raft about to save her from drowning. 

Nice and slow he pulled his cock out, moving against her muscles and clenching walls, feeling as if they were begging him not to go. But he’d seen enough erotic movies to know that it wasn’t sex without motion, hard passionate motion. 

His gifted tool, not just long, but with a significant thickness to it, throbbed as he pushed back into her cunt, gradually building up his speed, easing into thrusts that bottomed out into her tender pussy each time he rolled against her. 

Her pink lips stretched around his cock like a tight seal, clenching in attempt to seize his cock each time it pushed into her tight hole. Cherry’s eyes snapped back onto him then it fell to his clothed chest before her hand reached out and snagged onto his tie, tugging him forward. “Watch that mouth.” Her tone warning, eyes hinting at some authority. It was her office after all even if she gave him momentary rule. 

She continued to grip onto his tie as he continued to fuck her, and closer to oblivion she was reaching when his long shaft pushed past the barriers that normally took canting of her hips to attain with other men. Even if he was a pest in her eyes, he was well-endowed. Much too well-endowed, but her expert cunt with years of experience knew how to adjust itself. 

She also could have been a more attentive lover instead of the stuck up bitch he was about to fuck her for being towards him. 

Jon gradually switched from quick, little thrusts, and moved to longer ones, pushing just a hair deeper with each motion. He only did a handful of those before he started more eagerly pushing his thick cock into her raw pussy.

There’d be no bigger slap in the face for her, metaphorically, unless she got pregnant. Jon wanted to get her pregnant, being only fresh out of high school, he was still at his most potent phase in human standards. Kryptonians naturally lived longer than humans even without the yellow sun, so he’d remain just as thick and virile with every messy load well into his sixties or more. It wasn’t like there was an expert on hybrids like himself. 

Cherry at that moment slipped away from her abrasive role to cater to her passions, even if it did cost her more than her dignity after receiving that chiding slap which still burned he cheek. 

Her hand clasped her inner thigh, parting them  when he took full reins in his pace, pussy swallowing his cock with muted moans to avoid raised eyebrows from what was beyond her office doors. She struggled to accept his length much to her chagrin. Daring herself, Cherry wrapped her legs over his waist, the balls of her feet digging into his fleshy buttocks to immerse herself with his cock, and she tensed up, head tipping back at the momentary blinding when she was struck with euphoria and she shuddered in earnest.