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Catwoman: Twisted Addiction - 9
🕑 Added 2024-12-11 17:35:15 +0000 UTCFrom the outside came the cool, midday breeze and the sound of the rolling tide. The air had the faint touch of salt and sand and seawater, tingling deep in the nostrils. Outside was the clear blue sky, sparkling sand, and the calm surf of the Mediterranean.
Selina’s focus was elsewhere. She was on the bed, flat on her back, her eyes fixed on the ceiling.
Thinking. Thinking. Thinking.
How had she gotten here? She was hundreds of miles from home, sitting in a beach house on the Italian coast, waiting patiently like a good girl while Roman fucking Sionis held meetings with his European “associates”.
Her. Selina Kyle. Waiting on a man. A month ago it would have been laughable.
Yet there she was, lying alone.
Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.
She wasn’t the same woman she was a month ago. New experiences had given way to new paths. New desires. New addictions.
Before, Selina had loved the thrill of the heist. Taking things that didn’t belong to her. Shiny things. Valuable things.
Then Roman Sionis dropped his pants. And Catwoman came face to face with something that tempted her far more than any diamond.
Selina learned something about herself that night - and the nights that followed. It wasn’t the desire that surprised her - Selina had always known what she liked - but rather it was the intensity. It was what she was willing to do, what she was willing to sacrifice, to get a taste of that thick, meaty prize.
She’d always fashioned Catwoman as the embodiment of freedom, liberation. The Catwoman was stunning, alluring, but wild and untamable. The beautiful creature that all men hunted but could never claim. Catwoman was indomitable. Unconquerable.
Until Roman Sionis dropped his pants.
It turned out Catwoman was actually quite tamable. All a man needed was a big fucking cock. Big enough to make Selina’s heart skip a beat. She remembered first laying her eyes on that fucking thing, the scene playing vividly in her head. That stalk of pale flesh swinging out from Roman’s undone fly, thicker around than the width of her wrist, the shaft swollen and bulging with veins. And the head, fattened and shiny and darkened pink with his blood. She remembered how the slit was glistening, a bead of precum already forming. She remembered how her mouth watered just staring at it, watching him twitch against the open air.
Was she a whore? A slut? A woman willing to toss out everything, even her freedom, just for a taste of a nice, fat cock?
Well… she was sitting in Roman’s beach house, wasn’t she? So far away from Gotham. Garbed in a black bikini and a loose, floral summer dress. All dolled up for whenever her man got home.
She could have been out in the city, prowling the rooftops of Amalfi, lurking through shadows and open hotel windows, snatching up jewels and other trinkets from all those rich tourists.
She could have been… but she wasn’t.
Instead, she was waiting. Like a good girl.
Because Roman told her to. His symbol of authority was the scepter he kept stuffed down his pants. The rod of man… set with the family jewels.
Selina thought about the smell. She thought about the taste. She thought about how that fat fucking thing would feel against her face, so warm and smooth. She thought about how it would twitch and jerk against her tongue, how it would swell and throb in her mouth. She breathed in, deep and slow. Her belly was brewing with warmth. Her hands settled there on her tummy, her fingers sliding against her skin through the thin fabric of her dress.
Warm. She felt warm. Even dressed light and lying there in the shade of the beach house.
Selina exhaled. Her thighs rubbed together. Somehow, she also felt cold. Empty.
The sound of footfalls against the wooden deck outside brought a rush of excitement… and relief.
Selina shot up, her eyes darting towards the open door.
Roman moved in, tall and lean in his black suit. His hard features softened as he laid eyes on her, a grin forming on his sharp face. Selina’s heart skipped a beat as he drew closer.
“Hey, doll.” He greeted her in his rough voice. His eyes were dark and hungry. “Sorry to keep you waiting.”
Inside, Selina was elated. Her body was alive with excitement, her belly especially, turning and twisting and coiling with pleasant warmth. Outwardly, she remained mostly calm. No doubt he could see the shine in her eyes, but she kept her cool otherwise. Selina pushed her lips into a pout.
“I’ve been waiting here all day, Romy.” She whined for show, swinging her legs playfully at the edge of the bed. “I thought I was your best girl.”
Roman played along, chuckling as he half-heartedly put his hands up in defense.
“Believe me, if I could play hooky on these business meetings and keep you company, I would. But we’re talking about important stuff here. Expansions. Mergers. Shared interests and all that.”
Selina kept pouting, sounding off her disappointment. She slowly, deliberately swept her hand over the bed right beside her.
“That’s too bad. I was hoping the two of us could enjoy shared interests right here in this room.” Her pout curled into a smirk. Her voice dropped low, her words pouring out slow like syrup. “Conduct a merger of our own.”
Selina stood up, putting herself into Roman’s space. Pressing up against him. The man’s grin grew into a smirk, his hands settling nicely on her hips.
“Hm. Sounds… lucrative.” He said.
“Honey, it’s the best deal you’re ever going to get.”
Selina inched her thigh forward, sliding it between Roman’s legs. She felt him there, felt the rod he kept stuffed down his pants. She pressed her thigh further and it stirred against her touch.
Roman said nothing, only letting out a sharp sigh. His hands lifted from her waist, rising to his collar to loosen his tie. He stepped back - reluctantly - and tugged off his jacket next. Selina watched him move, seeing the tension in his body. Even under his clothes, she could see it - the movements of a predator wearing the skin of man. It made her belly twist into knots, so tight that it made her quiver.
The jacket was gone. The tie was gone. Now the shirt as well. All tossed away, leaving Roman naked from the waist up. His body was lean muscle, tight and firm. Flat chest, washboard stomach, tapering down to a narrow waist. All pleasing to Selina’s eyes. But she wanted more from him. She wanted those pants down around his ankles. She wanted his hands on her body.
Roman moved upon her, granting one of those wishes. His hands fell to her shoulders, spinning her around and pushing her past the bed. He put her up against the wall, taking her wrists and pinning them above her head. His breath, hot and heavy, fell across the back of her neck, sending goosebumps prickling over.
Selina let out a little whine. She loved it when Roman got rough.
“Tempting. Very tempting.” His voice was a soft growl, low and rumbling in her ear. “But I have a better idea, Cat.”
Selina squirmed against his hold. Pleasant heat lashed in the pit of her belly.
“Oh, yeah?”
Roman nipped at her neck. His tongue slid out, teasing at the sensitive skin.
“I prefer a… hostile takeover.”
Selina felt Roman’s feet knock against hers, spreading her legs apart. He kept one of his hands holding her wrists together, the other moving down, sliding over her vulnerable flank. His hand roamed slowly, fondling her through her summer dress. His touch was warm, rough, brutish… yet her body was coming alive for him.
“You’re so bad, Romy.” Selina breathed out.
His chuckle rumbled right in her ear. His groping hand was at her hip now, sliding around to her front. His thick fingers were creeping to her inner thigh. Her belly was tight and fluttering and tight again. Between her legs was a growing heat. Hotter and hotter the closer Roman’s fingers came.
“You are my best girl.” He told her then. Selina let out another whine, feeling his hard cock swelling through his pants. He urged his groin up against the curve of her ass, groaning. “But only one of us gets to wear the crown. And we both know that’s me.”
He hiked up the skirt of her dress, palming her ass. Selina gasped at his rough touch… and squealed as she felt the sting of his open palm. He spanked her again, groping at her derriere possessively. Her body was his to play with. The thought had Selina moaning as Roman continued to enjoy the pliant flesh of her backside.
She pressed back against him, putting her rear up against his hand, against his groin. She wanted more. More of his touch. More of his dominance. Then his lips were at her ear again, his voice coming harsh and heated.
“You think you had it bad? I was stuck in a room with a bunch of crusty old fucks, listening to them talk about boring old bullshit in accents I could hardly fucking understand. All that when I could have been here with you.”
“Poor baby.” Selina cooed, squirming playfully, defiantly against his firm hold. Her body was begging for more of his rough treatment. She made sure her eyes relayed the message, looking over her shoulder. “You have me now. What are you going to do?”
“Whatever the fuck I want.” He growled.
Selina’s heart fluttered.
Roman grunted, urging his groin into Selina’s ass. She could feel how hard he was. And how big.
He removed his hand from her wrists. Then he went for her dress. He yanked the sheer, delicate fabric from her body, tugging the summer dress down, down, down, ripping it as he went. Only her bikini covered her now. But Roman didn’t waste any time admiring her half-naked form.
His hands fell to her bare waist, moving her with such ease - Selina’s heart jumped again. Roman’s strength always surprised her.
She let out a cry, a mixture of shock and giddy joy, as he shoved her onto the bed. She fell face-first into the sheets, bouncing as she landed. Selina had no time to recover before Roman was upon her again. His hands were rough and firm as they forced her down and tugged at her bikini bottoms, baring her ass and pussy to the open air.
His hands took liberty with her buttocks again, thick fingers biting into the soft flesh. The sting was sweet, so sweet. But then he retreated. She heard him fumbling with his belt and his fly. Then… it landed.
A hot iron bar dropped down like a felled tree, swinging down upon her backside. Coming down right between the cheeks, resting there in that pillowy valley. Hot. It was so hot against her skin. Selina let out a little sigh, wiggling her bottom against the fattened, throbbing rod.
“Oh, God… Romy… You’re so hard.”
She reached back to touch him, feeling that heat with her own hands, feeling that hardness against her fingers as they closed around him. The thing jerked at her touch, responding to her. Roman groaned, bucking his hips, sliding himself further into her grip.
“Fuck.” His voice was low and shaky. “Been waiting all day for this…”
He rolled his hips again, sliding his cock into her hand. She stroked him slowly. Though she couldn’t see it, she could feel it - silently, she marveled at the enormity she held in her hand. And as she touched him, he touched her in turn. His fingers slid down between them, between her thighs. Touching her there.
Selina whimpered, writhing beneath Roman. Hot. She felt so hot. And she was burning hotter. Her blood was bubbling in her veins, frothing with wild hunger. And between her legs: a furnace. Roman was stoking the fire, his fingers red hot pokers, making it grow, making it into an inferno. His lips were white fire against her back, her neck. Each kiss, each nip of his teeth, drove her a little bit more mad.
“Come on.” She hissed, still pumping her hand up and down his shaft. She did her best despite the awkward angle. “You know how I like it.”
“That’s why you’re my best girl.” Roman huffed into her ear. He pushed her hand away from his tool and drew his fingers from her dripping pussy. He shifted behind her, straddling her thighs to make room for his cock.
Selina breathed slowly and steadily. Waiting. Preparing. Her heart hammered in her chest.
Then…
Pressure. Sensation. A delicious ache between her legs. Spreading through her core, her sex.
Rising in her soul was the primal joy of being filled.
Roman’s cock slid in. In. In. And Selina’s body responded, parting for him. Already moist and slick from the work of his hands, her pussy sucked him in with ease. Taking inch after inch of that long, thick pipe he called a cock. She was screaming as he pushed into her, her cries muffled as she pressed her face into the bed. He was so big, stretching her so much that Selina was seeing stars. She could take him a hundred times, a thousand times, and never tire of the bliss of that first thrust.
His hand was at the back of her head, fingers gripping her short hair tight. He held her down and started to move, pumping his hips back and forth. He was grunting, hissing the whole way. Each stroke fed into the ache welling up within her core. It was a wild, wicked fire, spreading fast. All-consuming.
It was perfect.
Soon enough, the bed was creaking and shaking. Selina and Roman gave vocals to the music of their fucking, trading shouts, curses, cries of desperate pleasure. Screaming and howling until their voices strained and they hardly sounded human. Two feral creatures locked in a savage rut.
Selina clutched at the sheets, moaning, shrieking. Roman’s lips attacked the back of her neck, then the side, lips and tongue leaving aching welts upon the skin. His hips snapped forth against her ass, over and over again, sawing his cock in and out of her sodden cunt. The stroke of his cock was a delight, but the cockhead striking into her core was sublime. Her body buzzed, skin and nerves and flesh all singing in ecstasy.
Then he really started to fuck her. Hard and fast and steady. His body worked relentlessly, like a machine.
Selina couldn’t speak. She could hardly make a sound. She choked on her sobs, her wails of crazed pleasure. She felt so full, like she was about to split apart at the seams. The ache had spread through her insides, every nerve alight from the wildfire burning her belly.
Above her, Roman was growling.
“That’s it! Take it!”
And beyond his voice, there was the sound of the wind, the tide, and the rolling waves. The beach house doors were wide open. Windows, too. Anyone who happened by could look in and see them. See her.
Selina didn’t give a shit.
“Fuck me, Roman!” She reached back, grasping at his thrusting hips. Desperate to hold on. “Come on! Fuck me!”
Nothing could ruin this paradise.
