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Roman sat, waiting. His collar unbuttoned, his black mask laid aside, a half-burnt cigar set between his fingers. Wisps of smoke floated about, circling him with scents of spice and cedarwood.
Across the dimmed penthouse, the stereo system was playing Jazz. The deep saxophone swirled smooth and easily into Roman's ears. It burrowed into him, going down to his gut, into his bones.
No tension in his lean body. All worries and concerns of Gotham, of his underground empire, they were set apart.
Tonight, Roman Sionis was content.
He had won.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught movement on the penthouse terrace. Just beyond the glass doors, a lithe shadow gliding against the glittering skyline. The dark shape, slender and sensual, came up to the balcony doors and slid them open.
Roman only grinned. Now indeed was there tension. It snapped through his body quickly, every muscle fiber strung taut, every sense turned sharp and keen. It was not from fear, but anticipation. This new arrival was expected. And very, very welcome.
The shadow slipped through the threshold, crossing into his world. It was glossy black filled into the shape of a woman. Roman drank her in, starting with those long, lissome legs. He so admired how the material clung to her - as if it loved her body even more than he did.
His eyes drew further upward, over her supple stomach, taking some time to appreciate the swell of her chest - the suit's zipper was tugged far enough down to reveal cleavage. Deep, inviting cleavage, looking creamy and oh so soft. Both breasts were beyond pleasing in their shape, perfect globes that could make a man's mouth water. Roman was already thinking of burying his face there, remembering how that warmth had smothered him before.
Most enticing of all, however, was her face. Elegant, stunning beauty. Classic feminine entwined with modern allure. Full ruby lips curled into a saucy smile. Her goggles were pulled up to let him see the willful glimmer in those deep emerald eyes.
Roman Sionis had won. The Catwoman had come to him.
He took another puff from his cigar as the siren in black sauntered up to him. He loved the way she moved. Effortlessly tempting, sending that fine figure into motion.
"You took your time." He observed aloud, though his tone was neutral rather than accusing.
Selina kept her smile and her sultry strut, stopping only when she was right before him. Standing there, she was the very vision of allure.
"Had to deal with a distraction." She said flippantly… then her tone turned sugary sweet. "Sorry to keep you waiting, baby."
She swung her hips slightly as she spoke, laying it on thick with the apology. She knew she herself was the treat to make things better.
Roman was already hard, the thick length of his prick swelling against the inner thigh of his pant leg. He hoped Selina could see it even in the dim light of the apartment.
He reached over to the table beside his seat, putting out his cigar on an ashtray. Then he set upon the lovely intruder a hard, hungry gaze.
That glorious catsuit covered damn near every inch of her body, yet it hid absolutely nothing. Every graceful line, every bold curve, every delicious contour of that womanly figure, all offered up to his viewing pleasure. All that sweetness belonged to him.
"How are you going to make it up to me, Kitty Cat?" He asked, low and growling.
Those smirking ruby lips spread into a beaming smile. The only time he'd seen her happier was when she was skewered on his cock.
"I know a few ways…" She hummed sweetly. Slowly, she stepped forth, putting herself right at the edge of his seat. Those legs, those thighs, toned and tantalizing - practically in his lap. Her voice continued to flutter. "And I have some good news. Some very, very good news."
"Oh yeah?" Roman was leaning forward in his seat now, setting his hands gently on her legs. Above her knees, right at the beginnings of her supple thighs.
Selina welcomed his touch and offered her own, lovingly stroking the man's cheek.
"Yeah." She echoed in a gentle voice. A softness she held now only for him.
Her other hand went to the zipper of her suit, playing with the little metal tongue. She dragged it down only an inch more, teasing just another sliver of her flawless, pale body. Then her hand slid even further down. Down to her tummy. Her hand settled there, flat over the faint feminine swell of her belly. Right over her womb.
Selina said nothing else more. She didn't need to.
Roman's eyes snapped up to hers and found that she could barely contain her elation. A far cry from the sultry, shameless cat thief he'd caught red-handed months ago. Yet there was a sliver of deviousness he so admired running through it all. Here was a woman overjoyed at being made a mother… as well as a harlot so wickedly pleased at being properly bred.
As Roman's hands crept up Selina's thighs, he felt only a sense of complete satisfaction. How much more could a man triumph on top of what Roman already had?
Catwoman, the object of desire for most men with a pulse. Tamed and bred by his big, fat cock.
He moved quickly from there, his arms coiling around Selina's legs and pulling her close. The woman let out a delighted squeal as she stumbled into his lap. Her laughter turned to the music of giggles and gasps as his mouth went to work on her throat and the great swath of her cleavage.
"Good news." He agreed, mumbling between her soft tits. He kissed at the inner slopes, yearning to fill his mouth with titflesh. "So let's celebrate."
"Anything you want." Selina offered breathlessly.
Just what he liked to hear.
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A long, throaty moan poured from Selina's mouth, giving voice to her immense pleasure. Her wonderful Roman was sinking into her cunt with his wonderful cock. That thick pipe of veiny meat was filling her to the point of strain - yet the ache was sweet. The sweetest sensation Selina had ever felt… aside from the feeling of Roman's cum flooding into her womb, of course.
"Yeah… You love it, don't you? You love that big dick." Roman rasped as he bottomed out in her hot tight, sweltering pussy. Selina felt his frame looming over her back, pinning her to the bed. Her heart fluttered at being beneath him again.
"I fucking need it!" Selina profused through clenched teeth. His cock was stretching her walls apart, a battering ram of solid flesh reshaping her insides to his presence.
Just like a real man should.
His hot breath ghosted across the back of her neck, his lips following after, peppering her soft skin with kisses. Some soft, some hungrier. A sigh floated from her lips… followed by a gasp as the man bucked his hips into her. The rattling of his fattened cock through her cunt was electric and sublime.
Roman, the darling stud that he was, followed it up with another hard pump of his hips. Then another. And another after that. Each deep stab into her soaking sex was rough, forceful, and exactly what Selina craved from him. She loved how the air was forced from her lungs, how her nerves blitzed under her skin each time that hammer struck her core.
The rhythm he settled into was ragged and wild. So ravenous was his fucking that Selina could hardly breathe. Somehow, she managed to offer up praise.
"YES!" She cried out. Next she was hissing, the ache between her legs burning red hot. Delicious. "Go deep! Fuck me, baby! Fucking own this pussy!"
She reached back to grasp at his thrusting hips. Her nails dug into the firm muscle there. She knew it'd sting. Just as she knew it'd make her dear Roman fuck even harder.
Roman responded with a deep, brutish grunt and pitched his hips down hard. The fullness that went through her innards, that agonizing stretch of her molten sex - like she was being split apart - was utterly divine.
Selina could not hold back - didn't want to. She filled the master bedroom with an ear-splitting shriek. Passionate. Wild. Feral.
The ache running through her body was delicious. Not that Roman allowed her the time to savor it. Her screams of pleasure turned into wails of need as the man, her man, hammered away at her poor little pussy. He filled her up to the brim with cock with every downward thrust, fucking her hard into the bed. Like he wanted to put her through the damn mattress.
"Roman! Ro-Roman- Fucking- FUCK!" It was a struggle even to sputter the words out. Her lover was relentless. A machine.
His mouth was upon her throat again, suckling there. Then she felt his teeth grazing at her earlobe. His voice was a beastly growl.
"I do own this pussy, don't I? Don't I, Cat?"
"Yeeeeeesssss…" Selina whined, wiggling her ass against him. He planted himself firmly over her, sheathing himself to the root. God, she could feel his balls batting against her backside. She could feel them clenching. "It's all yours, baby! My pussy, my ass, my tits… all of it!"
That pleased him greatly, judging from his low groan and the way his cock throbbed within her cunt. He pressed another kiss to the side of her neck. His tongue swiped at her skin, warm and stirring up even more delicious heat in her core.
"All mine." He declared, huffing into her ear. "Your mouth, too. Those perfect, sweet lips…."
"All yours." Selina said with fiery resolve. A moan floated from her throat. "My mouth was made for your cock."
Another groan rumbled in Roman's chest. Another swelling of his cock strained against her silken cunt. His pleasure delighted her.
Soon he was grinding into her, sawing his prick through her tight, slick folds. Selina couldn't keep from whimpering, couldn't keep from writhing. Every inch of her body was pulsing with sweet agony.
"When I'm done fucking you… there'll be quite a big mess, Kitty Cat." Roman told her between grunts of effort.
"I'll clean it up." She offered - no, she begged. Her mouth was already watering at the thought of it. She could see it, that long slab of a cock dripping with cum and slick, twitching, glistening right in front of her face. "I'll lick it all up. I'll drag my tongue over every inch of your cock! Your balls, too! I'll fucking worship you, baby!"
For a moment, Roman said nothing - though he wasn't still. His hips kept working, kept churning her insides with his length. He nibbled at her ear, his laugh coming slow and strained.
"Now that's what I fucking love to hear." Indeed, he sounded quite pleased.
"Only the best for you, baby." Selina squirmed against him once more, throwing a devious, delighted smile over her shoulder. "Or should I call you… daddy?"
That set him off. Just like she knew it would.
What followed was a long chorus of screams and shrieks and choking sobs of ecstasy as Roman Sionis turned from man to beast and savagely fucked her. He dominated her body, unleashing upon her all his strength, all his lust, all of his primal hunger. He held her down by the wrists, pounding into her poor cunt from above, never stopping even as she writhed and thrashed. Not that she ever wanted to escape. It was for play, token resistance to get him to go wild. It wasn't long before Selina was reduced to a squealing, whimpering mess, burying her face into the sheets. And still he kept fucking her.
When Roman finally flooded her womb with his cum again, Selina treasured the warmth that poured into her. That's what it felt like to get bred.
He remained sheathed in her for a long moment. Selina enjoyed his looming weight. It made her feel small… and safe. When he finally rolled off of her, her body immediately ached for him again. Her cunt felt empty without that gorgeous cock. Still, Selina felt content. Roman would be ready for another go in no time, she knew. And the true prize was already resting within her. The seed he'd planted. The life they created together.
"Fuck." She heard Roman huff. Then she felt his palm clap upon her ass. He swept his hand over the curve of her bottom, squeezing as he pleased. Like he owned her. "Marry me."
Selina's heart soared.
"About fucking time you asked." She hummed softly, feeling his seed drip from her well-fucked cunt.
Selina turned onto her back then, nestling herself into Roman's side. His arm, strong and solid, curled around her waist. Possessive. As he was right to be.
She was his.
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