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“I see you like the taste of your own cum. How about trying mine?”

He hooked his fingers in his mouth and drew her downwards, pulling her down until she had to get on her knees. Then he brought his wet fingers out of her mouth and palmed the top of her head.

“Take it out of my suit and get it in your mouth.”

Given the safes she could crack, it was no wonder Selina could get Bruce’s fly open. He was hard even before she drew him out of his pants. Long and thick with the head nice and juicy.

Bruce held her head firmly between his hands and she sucked him hard. His glanshole flowed like a river, endlessly bestowing his taste onto her lapping tongue, refusing to let her forget what she had in her mouth, as if she could. It was tense as a fist and throbbing and hot as a red ember. A bold vein ran down the full length of his shaft. Her lips hummed just sucking at it; it held a drumbeat that pulsed at her tongue when she traced it.

His balls were big—hairy and heavy. She played with them rough, then gentle, but Bruce made no comment at all. It was like he was a statue, even with his cock so gloriously responsive, so full of flavor… so hard. He still didn’t come. He was hard as stone and dripping with precum, but he wasn’t fucking her, he was just letting her suck him. Punishing her by making her punish herself, making her want his cum, but not giving it to her no matter how much she wanted.

God, the man might beat the hell out of the Joker, but he was never cruel like this except with her. Being sadistic only got him off with her. Maybe because it got her off. Fuck, she wanted his cum so bad…

Selina pulled her tired lips off his manhood, licking them with her equally sore tongue. There was a salty taste on them, a hint of cum urging her on, telling her Bruce wasn’t invincible. She could make him come. He just wouldn’t let himself surrender to her.

She still went down on him, licking all over his member, pleasuring herself with all she tasted and felt through her tongue. She was accustomed to getting praise, compliments, at least groans and gasps over how good she was with her fellatio, but Bruce was as silent as the grave. The only indication that she was getting to him was how his cock flared with heat and fed her his addictive precum, endlessly teasing her with the thought that she could still overcome him.

She jammed herself down on his big red cock until it stretched out her mouth to ridiculous proportions, and still sucked him, and still he didn’t react except with the tattoo of arousal beating through his steely erection. He wasn’t impotent, she didn’t think that for a second, he just refused to let her like being punished. Even though Selina delighted in having her mouth wrapped around his prick, she couldn’t properly enjoy herself without knowing she’d gotten him off.

“Mmmmmm!” she moaned at the halfway point on his endowment. It was whorish and weak-willed of her, pandering to him while he was giving her nothing except his big hard dick to tire her mouth out on, but she wasn’t used to throwing in the towel. She was sure she could seduce him. He was positively letting her. She just couldn’t seal the deal while he was intent on punishing her instead of pleasing her.

Selina whirled her tongue around faster and faster. She probed his glanshole with its tip, coaxing out a bullet of his hot precum that melted on her tongue. It turned into a milky slickness in her mouth and she rubbed it into Bruce’s shaft along with her saliva.

Her mouth pitched up and down on him, harder and faster, until Selina was putting all her energy into getting Bruce to come. She didn’t care if he told her she was the best cocksucker he’d ever stuck it into, but she at least wanted more acknowledgment of her effort than his dick twitching.

He gave her nothing. Less than nothing—he took his hands off her head and set them on his hips, now making it painfully clear he was letting her suck him, not making her at all. It was only her own ego, vanity, that had her so painstakingly servicing him. And even though he’d reduced her to a state of aroused need where she would’ve done anything for him, he didn’t give any indication he wanted more from her.

How could he, he wasn’t letting her know she wanted this? But she wished he would throw her down and make her take his cock inside her. Then at least she could drown the sorrow of her failure in the ecstasy of being fucked.

Selina slid her mouth up and down his hardened length until she was gulping him all the way to the hilt, holding him tightly inside her seething throat. It burned to stretch around his girth, but she still throated him. Fucking her own gullet on his hard cock had to be enough to get him off.

But no. He let her have nothing but the deeply buried penetration in her throat, the impalement she had done to herself. Bruce was as unyielding as a mountain. He just stood there, his cock thrust out, but its size and hardness made her exhaust herself on it. Made her a whore.

Selina could feel herself growing hotter from sucking his manhood—it was one of the longest and hardest and thickest she’d ever gotten her lips around. And he didn’t even seem to mark her sucking it, like her efforts were beneath his notice, unworthy of his attention.

Bruce kept his eyes wherever they were behind their opaque lenses and his cock firmly inside her hot sucking mouth. And Selina sucked him blind. Up and down and around and back up and down as far as she could go, she worked her greedy mouth. Over and over again she filled her gullet with his burgeoning cockhead, flicked all over his glans with her searching tongue. She pulled gently as his scrotum and squeezed the bulging orbs inside.

Nothing.

Then she fucked herself on his shaft, treating her mouth like a cunt and using herself like he would if he would only use her.

Up and down.

Down and up.

Harder.

Faster.

More hungrily.

Her saliva merging with his precum.

The slick-wet-hot sound of suction filling the air.

Selina’s pussy blazed. Her clit trilled.

She sucked Bruce so fast and hard and greedy and hungry that her head was a black blur continuously impaled on his member. She yearned so hard for his answering passion her sex quivered, imagining and anticipating a reaction. She rubbed her cunt and milked him harder. Bruce didn’t show the least interest in what she was doing, but let her do it. And she sucked him like she would no longer being satisfied by his cum, but wanted all of his big cock down in her belly.

She fucked her lithe little fingers into her cunt, stroked and caressed it as if preparing it for his prick. As wretched as it was, at least the dream gave her some pleasure, repaid her for how slutty she was acting. Because Bruce was as staunch and as adamant as when she had first started—for long minutes of service, she’d gotten no more than a small fraction of his seemingly limitless supply of seminal fluid.

Finally, despairing more than even a night of bondage could reduce her to, Selina pulled her mouth off Bruce’s manhood and let out a pent-up curse: “Fuck!”