Bruce would only focus on one part of Diana at a time, only take in what was presented to his lips. First, the delicate curve of her ear. Then the crisp line of her cheekbone. The softness of her cheek, perfectly straddling a supermodel's hollowness and a pin-up girl's fullness. Then her neck he tickled with the tip of his tongue. Diana was not one to respond lightly; she merely fluttered her eyelashes, even as his mouth came down the strong slope of her chest, down a firm breast, onto an erect nipple.
Paige was far more vocal, watching. Her hands flexing on her thighs. "Oh yes... suck them..." she said, her silky voice caressing Bruce's ears with its aroused purr.
Diana's flesh was hot underneath his fingers, her nipple strikingly hard amidst the softness of her breast. He lashed it with his tongue, the little nub so hard that it tried to resist bending, but it was finally left trembling with pleasure. He sucked on it, hard, pursing his lips around it, not stopping until it had swollen in his mouth. He sucked so hard that saliva ran from his mouth, trickling down her breast until he could feel it sticking between his groping fingers.
"She's going to come," Paige moaned. "She's got to come!"
Diana just smiled wryly. She wasn't as easy a lay as the Calendar Girl pictured her, and she wouldn't give in to any but the best of pleasures. If she didn't see sex as a battle, it was certainly a competition. An opportunity to prove her mettle. She wouldn't make it easy for him.
Bruce lifted himself up. His need for Diana was already so great that his body seemed to cling to hers, but inevitably he was above her on stiff arms, looking down at her perfect body, cunt wet and clit throbbing. She spread her legs, almost challengingly, and he speared into her. Diana let out a yipping cry and looked guiltily about herself, before he wedged himself into her again, coating his belly with her wetness.
"You can feel it inside you!" Paige moaned jealously, almost incoherent with desire. "Oh, his wonderful cock... fuck her with it, Bruce, fuck her! She needs to come!"
Still driving in and out of her sex, Bruce retreated even further, moving his arms under Diana's legs instead of over them, resting them on either side of her firm thighs so she was bent double underneath him. Her powerful calves were propped against his chest, her dainty feet falling from his broad shoulders with toes curling. He drove straight down into her, with her upturned cunt catching his thrusts.
Grabbing her lasso, Diana slung it around the back of Bruce's straining neck, holding on with both hands like a bronco buster in the saddle. And as Bruce leaned over her, forcing her into a serpentine curl, crushing her warm thighs into her own breasts and smelling her cunt inches from his mouth, he found himself compelled to speak.
"Love your cunt," he gritted out. "Love it. Need to fuck it. Fuck you. Make you come. Come like you deserve to."
But the glowing lasso blazed in Diana's hands as well, as she squirmed in pleasure, pulling on it no harder than Bruce could resist. "So deep! Great Aphrodite, you're in so deep! So
big!"
Grunting animalistically, Bruce hoisted her hindquarters up, cradled underneath him as he literally mounted her, Diana now upside-down on her shoulders. His hands locked onto her curves, bulging arms straining against the back of her legs as he hammered into her with all his weight and force.
Diana held herself up with preternatural balance, hands on the headboard, even Paige rushed to help her, body pressed against Diana's muscular back. Bruce drove in until he could go no further, then pulled all the way out, only to unerringly jam himself back inside. Diana breathed hard, from pleasure, not from effort. Every time Bruce's cock came out, it was dripping with her budding orgasm.
"Hera, give me strength!" Diana yelled, pulling the lasso between her teeth. She bit down hard as Bruce literally pile-drove her, all grunting determination, and only the pleasure of the fuck. The lips of her melting sex tensed on his cock. "Aphrodite, make me
come!"
Bruce grunted louder, her cunt climbing his cock. He slapped at her ass, knowing she liked her pleasure cut with bondage, pain. Diana growled into the lasso with each hit. Her cunt was spilling, a river over the crown of her belly, down her rippling abs. Bruce stopped, legs akimbo, and picked Diana up altogether to ram her onto his prick.
Her gray eyes exploded open, staring with open disbelief at her own liquid cunt. It was suspended in the air, split open just inches above her face. She could see how widely his manhood had stretched it. Square jaw slack, eyes glazed over, she watched herself being fucked.
Bruce spanked her again. This time, on her clit.
Diana screamed.
"She's coming!" Paige cried. "Don't let her stop! Keep fucking her!"
Diana's eyes were still wide open, seemingly vacant as she soared at the height of her orgasm. But she saw him thrust into her again. She saw her own sex rebel, melt, become a wild geyser of liquid pleasure that crashed down onto her own bountiful breasts, joining the sweat and saliva their sex had already left there. Her lasso glowed bright.
"I love it!" she groaned, eyes shutting as his pumping cock forced her squirting onto her face. "Your cock—going in and out of me—making my cunt go wild—making me come—great Hera,
I'm coming
!"
"I will too," Bruce promised, cool but under pressure. "Come in your cunt, where it belongs, come hard, give you what you deserve." He could feel his own orgasm, hot and leaden within himself, a tightening ball of piercing pleasure. He thrust in and out of Diana, feeling the friction change as she clamped down with her climax. She'd accepted his cock readily, but now her tensing folds were tight as a virgin's.
Paige's eyes were wide and white with excitement. "It's amazing... amazing!"
Bruce was groaning aloud now, sweat running freely down him, his thighs almost sore with tension, his cock harder than ever. He slammed himself into Diana's bent, supplicating body, reaching after that elusive final sensation that would make him truly lose control. Not just orgasm, but give into Diana. Whatever their contest was, he didn't want to win. He just wanted his best. An animal fullness of Diana's cunt, to satisfy her, to show worth. It only made sense on a subconscious, warrior level.
"Get ready," Bruce grunted at her, pounding his hips against hers, meeting her thighs' undulations with fierce stabs of his cock that met all the resistance of warm butter. The color had drained from Diana's face. Coming so hard almost seemed to hurt her.
Wave after wave of sensation washed through him, testing him, pushing him to his limits. He tightened down, forcing away the growing strength of his orgasm. He thrust into Diana viciously, anxiously, jackhammering her head into the mattress. "Soon!" he announced with an air of warning.
"One more time!" Diana begged, demanded. "Don't stop now!"
Now Bruce roared, fixated only on giving her what she wanted, proving himself to her. He picked Diana up once more, all of her, hands like vises on her waist as he dangled her off the side of the bed. She hung upside-down and he forced her against gravity, beaching her on his cock again and again. She thrashed, legs kicking wildly, and Paige could see the look on her face as she bobbed up and down, onto Bruce's cock and off. There were almost tears in her eyes as she grated against him. Her greed for orgasm was utterly debauched.
