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Catwoman: Twisted Addiction - 10
🕑 Added 2025-03-19 17:15:51 +0000 UTCTheir carnal bouts spilled over into evening, into night, on until morning. And through it all, Selina let herself be taken, let Roman enjoy her body in the most intimate of ways.
He put his pretty kitty to work with that magnificent cock - just the way she liked it. Fucked her on the bed, against the wall, in the shower, on the bathroom floor. No space in the beach house was untouched by their coupling.
Now they were outside, tangled together on a spread beach towel. They were out in the open, the rising sun shining upon their naked bodies. Anyone could happen by and see.
For Selina, that only made the excitement that much sweeter. The rush she felt through her veins was exquisite.
Her whole body was sore - Roman had fucked her well and good, just the way a man ought to treat his woman. Now she was taking the chance to return the favor. With Roman flat on his back, Selina took her seat - right on his face. Between her thighs, Roman was putting his mouth to work, his tongue swiping red hot ecstasy through her silken, soaking lips. But Catwoman wasn’t one to sit idly by. She had her own duties to attend to.
The cat thief sprawled forth over Roman’s solid form, faced with his monstrous erection. Ten inches and change rose up from the man’s groin, as thick around as her wrist. Thicker, even. It was a mouth-watering sight, seeing it twitch right in front of her face.
It demanded attention. Selina offered her tongue, her lips, and all the talents of her mouth. She licked him, sucked him, bathed his beautiful cock in spit, bringing it to a splendid shine. Every swipe of her tongue gracing her mouth with a helping of that deep, musky flavor. She gulped it down, moaning, her pussy burning up between her legs - from Roman’s taste and his working tongue.
Selina bobbed her head, sucking in steady rhythm, enjoying the feel of that fat cockhead prodding against the back of her throat each time she dipped down. She lifted her head back up, slurping away from Roman’s pulsing rod with a lewd pop.
“You like that baby?” She giggled, near delirious. She held his cock steady by the root, letting it rock back and tap her on the lips. She gave the tip a kiss. Two kisses. Thin strings of saliva stretched between the small gap.
Down below, Roman drew his mouth from her pussy, groaning.
“Oh, yeah. Keep doing that with your mouth.” His voice was hoarse, husky. There was a beastly desperation in his tone. It made Selina’s belly tighten with a wicked thrill.
Then she felt his palm clapping her on the ass, felt his thick, strong fingers sinking into the softness of her rear end. The wordless command to get back to work.
Selina happily obeyed. She slid her lips back over the dark pink cockhead, letting it sink into her gullet. She let her tongue glide along the underside, letting his flavor settle there, letting the salty nectar trickle to the back of her throat. A sweet hum came bubbling up. Her cheeks were burning with joy as she swallowed the precum down. Her tongue continued to work, lashing, swirling over her man’s fattened knob. All the while, her hands were working the shaft. Stroking him, pumping him, milking out just a little more of that delicious seed.
Roman growled against her sex, working his own tongue faster. He lapped at her cunt with brutish determination, devouring, drinking down her slick with ravenous hunger. Unquenchable. It took everything she had not to turn into a trembling mess. Bliss burned hot in her belly, spreading through like wildfire. It spurred her on, strengthening her spirit, fueling her desire.
She wanted Roman in her throat. Selina pushed down, down, down. Swallowing his cock as inch after inch slid into her mouth. She craved air. But she craved his cock even more. Selina gagged around the thick prick lodged halfway down her throat.
“God damn, kitty cat.”
The sound of Roman’s voice, his words strained with pleasure, filled her heart with joy - and no small amount of pride. She let her throat tighten around him once, twice, three times. Her lungs begged for air. She drew back and up, gasping raggedly as all that meat departed her gullet. The air was so sweet as it rushed in - yet it couldn’t compare to the flavor of Roman.
Selina felt him kissing at her mound, felt the heat of his breath tingling there between her legs. He clapped both hands on her buttocks, groping the softness. Playing with her body like he owned it.
“How do you fit all this in your suit?” He wondered aloud.
“Suit stretches.” Selina answered, teasing the slit of his cockhead with swipes of her tongue.
She heard the man grunt. His cock twitched against her lips.
“Must stretch a lot. Fuck, you’ve got a sweet ass. And a sweeter pussy.”
“It’s all yours, baby.” Selina shook her ass in Roman’s face. Tempting. Offering.
Roman took it, putting his mouth to pussy with renewed vigor. His tongue snaked out again, slithering through her hot, pink folds, setting her nerves ablaze as he went.
He gave her sex another kiss before biting playfully at her ass. The sharp sensation drew a little squeak from the cat thief, but Roman was kind enough to kiss the pain away.
“Damn right it is.” He grunted, his voice low and rough. “All. Fucking. Mine.”
He sounded like an animal. It made Selina shiver. She ran her tongue up the length of his cock, jacking him off with both hands.
“Are you gonna cum?” She kept a steady rhythm, mesmerized by the precum dribbling from the slit. The head glistened, the leakage mingling with her own drool.
“Keep sucking.” He told her. “I’ll give you what you want.”
“You better.” Selina said. Her eyes never left that fat bastard of a cock.
She returned to sucking, eagerly taking his tool between her lips. She filled her mouth, filled her throat, taking his meat deep, deep, so deep that she gagged around him. Choking herself on Roman’s cock, Selina’s heart pounded. Her cunt ached. Her whole body was alive, thrumming with excitement, elation, pure wicked bliss. And Roman, her beloved Roman, was driving her closer and closer to the edge with that wonderful tongue of his. He licked and lapped at her sex, driving her wild with each lash through her soaking wet folds. She pressed her ass, her pussy right up to his face, urging him to eat, eat, eat her slutty little cunt.
And in her mouth… Roman was throbbing. Pulsing. Twitching madly against her tongue, against the tightness of her throat. She moaned around him, knowing her reward was frothing down in his balls.
She wanted that cum. She wanted it now.
Selina bobbed her head quickly, slurping around his rod, slobbering over it. Drenching his cock in a thick coating of warm drool. It slathered down past her lips, dribbling over the whole length of him, all over his big, bloated balls. That had to be the trick - an instant later, she heard Roman snapping out a curse.
“Fucking Christ-” He choked then, shaking beneath her. Selina felt him swell in her mouth, felt his whole body going tense.
His cock jerked once, twice, again and again. Each pulse sent a shot of cum straight to the back of her throat. Warm and sticky and thick, it sloshed forth, flooding her gullet, pouring over her tongue and splattering her tonsils. Salty. Delicious. Selina gulped down as much as she could.
She managed to catch a nice helping of cum on her tongue. Moaning softly, Selina let it swim around in her mouth, letting the taste of him settle in every corner before throwing it back with a satisfied gulp. Lifting her head from the man’s groin, his manhood slipped from her mouth and slapped against his naked thigh. Well-sucked and satisfied.
Selina gave the shaft a small kiss before rolling off of Roman. She twisted her body so she could see the look on his face - a giggle rose in her throat seeing the big bad Black Mask staring up at the sky, so dazed and starry-eyed that one might think the man had just seen God.
He was breathing deeply, his chest rising and falling. He managed to crane his neck to meet her eyes. There was still some color in his cheeks - once red from exertion, now turning to faint pink. His lips and chin were glossy from Selina’s own offering, and his dark hair was matted to his forehead with sweat. He swept a hand through, clearing the way for his sharp gaze. His focus was on her, hunger rising once more.
“Forget the fucking meetings.” Roman growled, reaching for her. He crawled forth, snaking his arms around her waist. Selina didn’t fight it. Soon he was looming over her. “The rest of this trip, I’m not letting you out of my sight, Cat. Your ass is mine.”
To prove his point, one of his hands reached down, taking a handful of lush booty.
Selina gave a bawdy smile in turn, making sure he could see the utter delight in her eyes.
“Promises, promises.”
- - -
Roman didn’t give a damn if they got caught. How could he when he had such a gorgeous view?
After he flipped Selina onto her belly, the minx stretched out, prostrating before him. She raised her hips, lifting her ripe, round bottom up into the air. Full, pale cheeks commanded his attention, looking so perfectly smooth, deliciously soft. Selina cast smoldering green eyes over her shoulder, humming softly as she shook her hips. Roman marveled at the wobbling of her buttocks.
His cock swelled, hardening almost to the point of pain. He guessed he had one more round left in him. He was dead set on making it count.
Roman had meant what he said before. Selina’s ass was his.
He shuffled forth on his knees, letting his hands drift over the spectacular swell of Selina’s backside… and letting the length of his cock rest in the crevice between her cheeks. Her skin, as always, was so delightfully warm. His rod jerked against her, bulging with his pumping blood. Like it had a mind of its own - it yearned to be sheathed in this woman again.
“You have… a fantastic ass, kitty cat.” Roman groaned, pressing her succulent cheeks together with both hands. His cock was lifted upwards as her flesh came together, twitching again from the shifting of soft, warm skin against the underside. He bucked his hips forth, sighing as his balls pressed against her. “Never seen an ass so pretty.”
Selina let out a little moan at his touch, shaking her hips in response. Grinding back into his groin.
“Hm. You’re a real poet when you’re horny.” She tittered.
Roman’s lips spread into a wolfish smile.
“Maybe I should let my cock do the talking from now on.” He growled.
“Like you haven’t already.” Selina shot back. Challenging him.
His fingers sank into the soft flesh, groping and pulling her cheeks apart. His cock fell into the valley, inches of solid meat blocking sight of his most desired prize. He knew it was there, waiting for him - the tight rosebud of her anus. He could see it in his mind, winking at him.
His woman’s voice rose again, heated and needy.
“What are you waiting for, big man? I’m right here. I can handle it.” Selina pushed her ass back, wiggling her hips again. Her skin brushed against his shaft, making the tip weep more precum.
Roman hissed. God, how much had he spilled in just these last couple days? This woman was going to run him dry.
He was already slick from her mouth, all that drool she coated over his cock. But it never hurt to prepare a little more. He eased his cock aside so he could it, the tight little hole he was going to fuck. Right above her pretty pink pussy, a small darkened ring. Roman spat on it. Selina let out a tiny gasp. Then she shook as he pressed his thumb against it, smearing his saliva in circles. He got it nice and wet.
“Ooh!” She whimpered - lifting her ass into his touch. Her voice was thick like honey and so very sweet. “Feels so wet.”
Roman’s prick jerked on its own, eager to get started. The man himself let out a grunt, slapping his other hand over that gorgeous backside. The wobbling of the milky flesh mesmerized, stoking the primal hunger in his gut.
“You’re gonna feel a whole lot more in a second, babe.” He warned, eyes set on that tight little hole.
He angled himself, taking hold of his tool by the base. His cockhead was swollen and glossy, darkened from the rush of blood, and felt like solid steel. He pressed it between Selina’s spread cheeks, right up to her tight sphincter. Roman focused and pushed.
Beneath him, Selina sucked in a breath, going tense. Her body responded instantly, trying to keep him out. But he kept pushing, taking it slow.
Eventually, there was give. The rosebud blossomed and the tip of his cock popped the first half-inch into Selina’s ass. Then another half-inch. A pitiful, splendid whine poured from Selina’s mouth. She buried her face into the towel. Surrendering her body. Surrendering her ass. Surrendering it all to Roman.
The man let out a deep, guttural groan. He urged his hips forward, easing his length into that maddening tightness. It wasn’t anything like her cunt - no slick to help her take his monstrous cock. But it was so warm and so tight. And every inch he offered, that heat swallowed up.
“Oh. Oh.” Selina trembled underneath him, her words quivering in her throat. “Not… so fast. Slow… slow… please… fuck!”
Roman went slower - but he did not stop. He sank his meat into her, inch by inch, deeper and deeper. The sight of his cock disappearing between those full, pale cheeks enthralled him like nothing ever had. Only seeing her pretty face as she gagged and choked around his prick compared.
“That’s it, Cat.” He snarled. He had to be red in the face now. Sweat was trickling down his brow. Halfway sheathed in the woman’s ass now. He had to admire her grit - none of his flings could ever take that much of him in the ass. “Take it all. All the way down.”
Selina let out a squeal, muffled with her face pressed into the ground. She pounded at the towel, at the sand, whimpering so beautifully.
“You’re… filling me up… so much!”
The strain in her voice was thick with need. Sweet music that every man yearned to hear.
It was easier now. Her body gave up the fight, putting less resistance against the remaining inches of Roman’s fat cock. The circle of her anus was wrapped around his shaft most of the way down the length now. Only a few inches left to give.
Roman took her by the hips, easing his hips forward. He grunted, determined.
“Fuck, you’re tight. God damn.”
Finally, after all that effort, the swells of her ass touched his waist. Roman was in - all the way in. Every thick, veiny inch of his cock was sheathed in the warm tightness of Selina Kyle’s ass. It felt like heaven. Her weak little moan as he hilted into her backside was the cherry on top.
Roman took a moment to enjoy it. He gripped her waist, holding her to him - his cock was smothered by heat, pressure on all sides strangling the entirety of him. And yet he swelled against it, somehow jerking, twitching against the tightness of her ass. Roman grunted. Selina gasped.
He started to fuck her. Roman knew the limitations of the body - especially a woman’s body. As much as he wanted to just cut loose and go to town, Roman had no desire to break what was his. When he had her crying out, it would be from pleasure, not pain.
His rhythm started off nice and easy, hips working back and forth steadily, sawing his cock in and out of her ass. And damn was she feeling it if the sounds coming out of her mouth were anything to go by.
“God… yeah, you like that?” Roman’s hand shot forward, making a fist in Selina’s short hair. His hips pumped back and forth, making his cock a piston.
“Come on… you fucking bastard…” She reached back with one hand, her nails digging into his hip. Trying to get him deeper. She threw a look over her shoulder again, her eyes pools of green fire. “You big dick fucker! Fuck me!”
She was moaning, almost wailing now. Her body was hot against his, slick with sweat from effort, glistening under the sun. Roman watched the length of his cock stab between her pale cheeks, inches of meat piercing those buns before drawing back out. Each stroke coming faster than the one before, each thrust making her voice rise higher and higher.
This was conquest. And it tasted so very sweet.
“Take it.” Roman snarled. “Take it all!”
He slapped a palm over her cheeks, making them quake and wobble. Selina let out a shriek - and more after as Roman’s thrusts picked up speed and force.
“Yes!” The cat thief cried. “Yes! More! Come on, baby!”
Their bodies were crashing together. Soft skin slapping against hard muscle. He was railing her now, swept up in a lustful fury. The tightness around his cock was unbearable, the heat gracing every inch of his swollen rod. It felt like he was going to burst.
When he finally did, it was the most exquisite feeling in the world. A rush of ecstasy passing through his body, his veins, his very bones. Boiling up from his balls, blasting through his cock - he erupted, bellowing like an animal, shooting what felt like an endless load of thick cum into the depths of Selina’s ass. She was squealing and he felt like a king. He splattered her insides with seed, on and on and on until it felt like his balls had been squeezed empty.
The satisfaction was delicious. With the echoes of ecstasy still thrumming through his body, Roman drew himself from Selina - like pulling the sword from the stone, inches of cock slid from the tight hole of her ass. A part of him was astonished she took the whole thing - damn near a foot of solid meat, thick as her wrist, all buried to the hilt in her poor backside.
Selina fell forward, flattening on the towel. A whimper escaped her lips. Roman watched as the cum he left behind began to dribble down her ass crack. He swelled with pride at the sight - he’d left his mark. Planted his flag. Planted it deep.
He fucked Catwoman in the ass. Filled her with cum.
Somehow, the vixen had enough in her to squirm. She gave Roman a smile, looking at him through lidded, dreamy eyes.
“Told you I could handle it.” She boasted tiredly.
Roman fell back on his ass, a laugh rising in his throat. His heart burned with want. More than he ever wanted anything.
“Cat… baby… I think you’re the girl for me.”
