Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want

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"Nina?"

She had just showered and had loose gray sweatpants and a loose white t-shirt on. She thought about Homelander while he was busy, she was happy that it had worked out for them. He always came to say good night, but Nina would understand if he skipped the daily visit, since that shapeshifter situation was tiring to everybody involved. But he came back, and he knocked on her door. It was already night by that time, and she didn't mind. If he didn't appear, she would've probably gone to his room after him. She opened the door and he was standing there. Handsome as always, his big blue eyes sparkling. He took a good look at her, mesmerized by her beauty once more. Wet hair, no makeup, t-shirt with no bra underneath. The contrast of the ordinary woman in pajamas and a superhero in full costume would be hilarious if not for the pure emotion over their faces. There weren't many words to be said. In fact, no words in existence could describe the feelings overcoming their bodies at that moment.

She took him in and closed the door, before pressing him against the wall and kissing him. He was a few inches taller than her, and she got on her tiptoes to do it. He moaned softly against her lips, the wait was killing him. Her small hands caressed the back of his neck, shamelessly. She reached down to his chest and started to take his suit off, which made him smile as they kissed. He helped by taking his gloves off and soon his pants and boots were gone too. He was happy to get rid of it as fast as he could. His bare hands went up her stomach, underneath the t-shirt, to stroke her breasts. She took her shirt off and his mouth went immediately to her nipples, something he wanted to do so desperately and he didn't have to crave anymore. She had big beautiful boobs, and he had large hands. A perfect match. He pinched one nipple, while sucking on another. His cock twitched as he did it, he moaned while doing so. He was so desperate to have her and he didn't make any effort to conceal it. She ran her fingers through his soft blond hair and touched his chin, gently guiding him to her bed.

He laid down on her bed, and it smelled like her. Her sheets, her pillows. The whole room did, and it was overwhelming in the most pleasurable way. He could at any moment take control of everything. He could pin her down and fuck her senselessly. But it felt so good not to. She took off her sweatpants, taking her time as she crawled over his naked body. She smiled at him before kissing him again, and he closed his eyes as she kissed his neck, her lips brushed against his collarbone. She did it slowly and it felt so good that he never once uttered his desperation. The dilemma of appreciating every second of it, and wanting her to go faster. He stroked her head, intertwining his fingers on her curly hair. Her fingertips caressed his warm skin, and he shivered as he felt her lips against his chest, his stomach, kissing him right below his belly button. It was like she was appreciating every single inch of him. He sighed, his mouth slightly open, as she gently kissed the inside of both of his thighs.

She took his cock in her hand and smiled. It was big and thick, and the padding on the suit was probably very accurate to its size. She licked the tip before sucking it, and he moaned, so vulnerable, so aroused. He wasn't fully hard, but it wouldn't take long for him to be. It wasn't a dream anymore, now she knew how his cock tasted like, and she adored it. She tasted every single crease, feeling the veins of it with her tongue and he guided her with two hands on her hair, being careful not to tear her scalp off. She took his shaft all in, her nose gently brushing against his pubes. Her throat felt so warm and tight. She took it in and out repeatedly, so slow that it made him whimper. He started to fuck her mouth, pushing her head up. The sound of her choking on his hard cock was so glorious. He looked at her and she had her eyes closed, enjoying the taste of him, holding onto his hips, her cheeks bright red. He threw his head back and stopped her before he came all over her pretty face. They giggled at each other and she crawled on top of him. He looked at her questionably, unsure of what was to come, and when he realized it, he closed his eyes and smiled once more.

She kneeled right over his face, his head in between her thick thighs. He held her by her waist and she sat on him. She sat full on, with all her weight, like he was a comfortable chair. He flicked her clit with his tongue, he played with her pussy lips and made her squirm. She tasted so sweet... sweeter that he could ever have imagined. Her thighs started to unconsciously tighten against his head and it was glorious. Her moans started to become louder, her voice cracked as he ate her, and he didn't stop to breathe for a single moment while doing so. She had one hand on her bed frame, and one hand tugging his blond hair as hard as she could. She started moving back and forth over his face and his hands went up to caress her breasts. She felt goosebumps all over her body, and closed her eyes. His face was completely wet and he absolutely loved every minute of it. She opened her eyes for a second and saw one of her Homelander posters over her bed, on the wall. She giggled as she came all over his face, shivering. Masturbation would never be as good as that. Nothing would be.

She moved her hips away from him, trembling. At that point, she didn't care if people could hear them. They probably could, as she could hear him from her room. Now she knew why. Her pussy felt so warm and sensitive and she still wanted more. She went down to his crotch, both of her knees around his hips. She was so desperate she put his cock inside her, unceremoniously. It stretched her open and made her whimper. He moaned and his voice cracked as soon as he felt her wet, slippery pussy all over his cock. She put her forehead against his, her breasts pressed against his hairy chest. She looked at him for a moment, and started moving her hips up and down, slowly. She wanted to orgasm again, but looking at his big, blue eyes. She held on his shoulders and he put his hands on her hips, pushing her against his cock, and making her go faster and faster. Soon, both of them were with their mouths wide open, moaning like animals.

Oh, John. Oh, fuck.

The bed started to creak. People around her bedroom were probably hearing the bed frame hitting against the wall. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered. Drops of her sweat started to fall over his body, and it felt and it smelled like heaven. She had her whole body to his, and it wasn't a dream. If it was, he wanted it to last forever. They couldn't keep their eyes open for long, because it felt so good. He thought about filling her with cum at every waking moment of his, and he could finally do it. It was unbearable to wait. There was no way he could hold for as long as he did, because she felt like paradise. He came and pumped her full of cum, she was all his, like he wanted to. His moans were so squeaky, he had such a good, body shaking orgasm. He kept fucking her because he knew she was close. She came again, the second time that night, with a whiny moan. Her hands were trembling. Her hair was messy and her skin was glistening with sweat. She got off him and felt his warm cum dripping down her thighs to the mattress. She giggled at him, which made him smile. She was panting, a bit proud, and a bit embarrassed. God, they were right. She was fucking the boss.

And fucking the boss felt so good.

Author's note: Oh, Antony Starr. The man you are.