#day 20

Sorry for not posting yesterday :(

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“I know exactly what you can do,” you said. “That’s the reason why I trust you.”

He tried to divert, twirling your goddess locs around his finger, adjusting his shirt buttons, anything but meeting your eyes. “If I ever slipped—“

“You won't,” you cut in. “You never have.”

“I’ll think about it. Alright, baby?”

You nodded.

You told yourself you wouldn’t bring it up again. You’d let him be the one to break the ice, but it’d been weeks.

You figured now was the perfect time to ask again. You were ovulating and hornier than usual. Clark was on top of you, stroking you hard and deep, one hand cupping your bouncing breast while the other gripped your waist.

You placed your hand on top of his, the one that was squeezing your left titty. Your shining brown eyes locked with his intense blue ones. You didn’t say anything; you just moved his hand up to the base of your throat.

He moved to pull his hand back, but you held it in place, grip firm. “Please.”

He lifted his other hand up to your throat and nodded. "Okay, baby. Let's try it. Just tell me to stop if it gets to be too much."

He had both hands gripping the base of your neck, but he wasn't squeezing—not yet. He started thrusting again, slow and steady. "Is this okay?"

You whimpered, "Yessss. Harder, please."

He squeezed his fingers just a hair tighter as he set a relentless pace, and you clenched around him in response. The combined sounds of the headboard slamming into the wall, the wet squelching of him pounding you into the mattress, and your gasps echoed off the walls.

Clark groaned loudly, throwing his head back. "You're taking me so well, pretty girl." The tip of his cock brushing that delicious spot inside of you caused you to emit a choked squeak before his hand squeezed tighter around your throat. “I guess I should’ve choked you sooner, huh, baby? Look how wet you’re getting for me.”

“I’m gonna cum, Clark.” you barely gasped out the warning.

He chuckled softly, “Hmm? What was that, baby?”

Your orgasm ripped through your belly. You writhed against the bed, eyes rolling into the back of your head, thighs quivering. You clenched around him so tightly he followed right behind you, filling you up with his warm come, panting harshly as his thrusts halted.

You didn’t even know you were crying until his hands left your throat and his thumbs brushed away the tears rolling down your cheeks.

The room quieted as the hum of Gotham traffic filtered through the window. When your eyes opened slowly, he was already gazing down at you, fingers gently rubbing down your throat.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked softly, thick eyebrows knitting in concern.

“No,” you sighed deeply, smiling up at him. “Quite the opposite, actually.”

He smiled back at you. “I enjoyed that a lot more than I thought.”