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Shayera was on her knees, shower spray stinging her face. In her mouth was Bruce's cock. In her hands were Bruce's balls. Bruce's back was to the showerhead and most of the fine spray was buzzing against his spine. His hands were against the tile wall to support himself as he rutted again and again into Shayera's mouth, sinking his cock into her mouth and down her throat.

As her cheeks bulged with her mouthful of cock, Shayera looked up and winked at Bruce.

Bruce huffed and puffed as her mouth made delicious sucking noises on his cock. He reached down and ran his hand through her darkly wet hair, pulling it away from her body and then letting it slap wetly against her shoulders. Shayera moaned at the gentle touch, already imagining him getting truly rough with her when he couldn’t hold himself back anymore.

She grasped the shaft of Bruce's prick and gave it a few hot and heavy jerks. Bruce moaned, wondering which of them was enjoying it more, him getting his cock sucked or her getting to suck his cock. It had to be him, he thought. No matter how much Shayera loved sucking cock, she loved having his prick in her cunt more.

Shayera reached down and felt her pussy. Ra, the lips of her pussy were so slippery. Was it the water of the shower or her own arousal? Then she felt Bruce's hands on the top of her head. He playfully pushed her back, wanting to feel her lips slide over his shaft, but Shayera wasn’t ready to give up the throb of his member inside her mouth. She remained firmly in place, forcing more of his cock into her mouth until the big mushroom head touched the back of her throat.

“You’re going to make me come,” Bruce groaned.

“Good,” Shayera said around his cock. “I like how your cum tastes.”

Bruce tightened his grip on her head. He pushed her back more forcefully. Shayera fought him hard, her teeth coming into gentle play all around his prick. It may have been his cock, but it was her pleasure.

“If I come in your mouth, I won’t be able to fuck you.”

“If you fuck me, I won’t be able to taste your cum.”

They seesawed back and forth like that for almost ten slushy-noised minutes. He trying to shove her away, she trying to shove his prick into her mouth. Bruce could feel that wonderful sensation of pre-cum oozing out of his cock. Shayera tasted that same droplet of cum. She doubled her cocksucking efforts, urging more of his jism out of his cock. Her hands blurred on that part of his cock that she couldn't eat.

Bruce was getting desperate. He tried to pull his cock out of Shayera's sucking mouth.

Shayera bit down gently and looked up at Bruce. No, she was determined to give him the pleasure that he so desperately needed—she wanted to have him shoot his jizz into her mouth because she knew that it would realty please him.

Bruce gripped Shayera's shoulders and tried to shove against her. But her lips were like glue on his prick. And every time he pulled back, her teeth would come down like a trap and catch his cockhead right behind the flaring ridge.

Bruce moaned, trying to hold back all the cum that threatened to erupt from his balls and bleach her mouth from top to bottom.

"Oooooh, Shayera."

Shayera was caught between a prick that threatened to burst in her mouth and the cold tile wall that her head kept hitting as she backed off Bruce's prick. But now she was doubly determined that he get his rocks off in her mouth. She would headbutt a hole in the wall if that was what it took. Her cheeks hollowed, and her lips made obscene noises as her mouth moved back and forth, back and forth, on Bruce's cock.

Bruce held as still as possible, not moving a muscle. He didn't want to move because he was trying to think of knitting and sewing and crochet, anything to get his mind off what his wife's mouth was doing to his cock.

Shayera felt the throbbing pulse in Bruce's cock. She grabbed his muscular ass, pulled his cock deep, then deeper into her mouth. God, she could barely breathe with it gagging her. But she began to think about his cum, its flavor, its texture, its warmth, anything to take her mind off her growing need for air.

Bruce couldn't stand it much longer. Something had to give.

Shayera was turning blue in the face by having so much cock rammed down her throat. God, hurry and come, Bruce! Come, Bruce come!

Brrrrriiiinnngggg!

Bruce opened his straining eyes. What was that?

Shayera's mouth retreated an inch off Bruce's cock. Was that the telephone?

"I'll get it, Shayera," Bruce said hoarsely, slipping his cock gently out of Shayera's tight mouth.

"No, no," Shayera said, getting to her feet and taking in gusts of air. "I'll get it... you stay here and shower up. Maybe we'll continue after I see who it is."

Because they only thought of each other, both made a mad dash out of the shower stall, both telling the other that they would answer the phone and that their mate should stay in the shower and relax.

"Hello," Shayera said in the hallway phone.

"Hello," Bruce said in the bedroom phone.

"Master Bruce," came Alfred’s refined voice. “Is this a good time?”

"No," Shayera replied at the same time that Bruce was saying, "No.”

“Very well. But you may want to have your phone checked out. It sounds as if it has an echo.”

Bruce and Shayera hung up simultaneously.

In their hurry to get back to the shower and show each other how much they loved each other, they bumped nakedly in the bathroom, tit to chest, cock to cunt.

Shayera laughed. "I love you, Bruce." Then giddily, she let Bruce pick her up and set her down on the bathroom counter, spreading her thighs wide and opening up her pussy for Bruce.

Bruce smiled and gave his cock a few tugs.

"Here, Bruce," Shayera playfully chided. "Let me do that for you." She grabbed his cock and tugged him gently upward.

No… He didn't want Shayera to start sucking his cock and making him go through that wet scene in the shower again. No way. Not this time. They were going to fuck. He slapped Shayera’s hand away, grabbed her hips, and pulled her to him.

Shayera moaned, "Ooooooh!" when Bruce's cockhead touched her cuntlips. Then she said, "Aaaaaahhhh!" when the first couple of inches of his cock slid into the depth of her pussy. Then she gasped, "Wow!" when all his prick slid home, balls-deep, in to the hilt.

Bruce couldn't believe how much heat and moisture and pressure was gripping his cock as he felt his balls nuzzling her juicy ass. Shayera was so perfect for him; her pussy was always so lovingly hot, burning for him, wanting to be fucked as much as he wanted to fuck it.

"Oh, more, Bruce. Give me more!"

It was amazing to Shayera how his massive cock never hurt, no matter how tight she was. It was so loving, the way he made love to her, that it felt like heaven. Like having somebody pour warm lotion all over her, rubbing it into her body with every stroke, every thrust. Bruce was giving her cunt a good reaming with his oversized cock, but she felt it all over.

"Oh, Bruce, your love for me is so big! You feel so good inside of me! Give me more, Bruce. Please!"

Bruce gave as good as he got. And from Shayera, he got plenty.

Whenever he shoved into Shayera's hot pussy, her hot pussy would shove back at him. And somewhere in the middle they met: his cock impaling her, her cunt eating him alive.

"Shayera! My God! I love you—feel how much I love you!"

Oh God, could Shayera feel how much Bruce loved her! Christ, she'd have to be paralyzed not to feel his big prick growing and enlarging and hardening as he slammed and thrust and barreled his way into her pussy. And Shayera knew he was going to shoot his cum, that she was going to feel his love for her in the most physical way imaginable, shooting deep inside her to fill her with its warmth. She tried to return his love. She fucked Bruce like she had a vibrator stuck in her ass—shoving and twisting her cunt like a tornado around his prick.

And Bruce felt her pussy. It ran with her juices, tightened with her pleasure. And that made him fuck Shayera faster... and harder... with more love.

Shayera was screaming out her love for Bruce, couldn't keep it in her soul, couldn’t even keep it in her body, there was no room with his cock in so deep, "I love you, Bruce! I love every inch of you, Bruce!"

And Bruce was going to say the same thing, but he couldn't. His eyes were bulging out, his forehead dripping with sweat, and what he felt the most was what was happening in his prick. He was coming! 

The first torrent of love raced out of his cock and Shayera screamed, "I love you, Bruce! More, give me more of your love!"

Bruce gave her more. Lots more. There was so much love stored up in his balls he could have covered her with it. He gave her another taste of his loving cum—another white-hot torrent of musky seed smashed into Shayera's well-loved cunt.

Shayera went mad. Her thighs were riding high on his haunches, getting him to come as close to her as any man has ever been close to a woman. And her cunt was going wild with wetness, creamy with the love potion that Bruce kept feeding her never-ending appetite.

Another shot burst forth, filling her, sloughing back out of her as excess piled into excess, too much for Shayera’s cunt no matter how Bruce had stretched it. And Bruce was so close to Shayera now that he felt as if he would become one with her.

Shayera shuddered when her inner folds felt that river of cum being shot into her. She couldn't help feeling it because her hand was on his balls, helping him to squeeze out more of his love, more of that same sticky white goo that foamed and spewed from his cock.

God! Bruce hurled his last shot of jizz into Shayera. God! He was so thankful that he loved Shayera.

And Shayera felt the same. Thankful that she loved Bruce. Loved him like no other woman could love the man.

Now, as Bruce's cock became limp, and Shayera's cunt contracted with the cum streaking down her thighs--they separated wetly and held each other in loving arms as Bruce carried Shayera to bed.

“I didn’t get to taste your cum,” Shayera pouted disappointedly. 

Bruce reached down to her cunt and gently fingered her. He barely had to tickle her cunt before the overflow of his cum filled his palm. He brought it to Shayera’s lips and she drank greedily, licking his palm clean, sucking his fingers one by one, then burying her face in his saliva-slick hand and simply smearing what was left all over herself.

“See?” he asked her. “You can have my cum and eat it too.”

***

“Have you ever been to the Gotham Museum?” Shayera asked after, marveling at the way Bruce held her.

“Every time there’s something worth stealing there.”

“I mean in something other than a cape.”

“Occasionally. I’m one of the donors. Though if I give them too much, they’ll just go right ahead and bring in a cat made of gold, and then I’m just causing myself problems.”

Shayera smiled to herself. “They’re exhibiting one of my archaeological finds. I’m presenting it. You could come as my date.”

“You’d want me there?” Bruce asked, unable to conceal some surprise.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

“I don’t know of many archaeologists who’d want to be seen on the arm of Bruce Wayne. Damage their credibility.”

“Well, I don’t want ‘Bruce Wayne’ there. I want you.” 

Bruce’s brow furrowed. “You mean like a date?”

Shayera had to laugh. “Yes, Bruce. Like a date. And considering what I just let you do, we might as well have been on two already.”

***

It was harder than Bruce would’ve expected to be at the museum opening as ‘himself,’ for lack of a better term. He was adept at being ‘Bruce Wayne’… throwing off suspicion, gladhanding people, just foolish enough to be harmless, just competent enough for his company to be a good investment. It was an easy act to put on by this point.

But tapping into how he really felt, accompanying Shayera without any bullshit on tap to paper over all the… everything. That would’ve been a disservice to her. But she wasn’t as understanding as Diana, so he couldn’t quite express himself in that sense either. He was left not quite playing a role, but trying to figure out which role to play.

Sometimes he did feel very ‘Bruce Wayne,’ being with these beautiful women, pleasing them, enjoying them… he guessed people called that happiness. He didn’t know how they kept it up.

“Relax, would you?” Shayera asked him, bringing over two flutes of champagne. Velvet gloves held her arms almost to the shoulder, and both wrists were banded with bracelets. They glimmered even in the soft evening light, but seemed dull compared to the brightness of her eyes. “You look like you’re able to collapse into a black hole.”

“And wine will help?” Bruce asked her.

She pushed a glass into his hand. “It tends to. C’mon, Bruce, unwind. Or don’t you know how? Oh, God, you don’t know how…”

“It’s not been something I’ve been called on to do much.”

“Okay then.” Shayera slugged back her wine. “Try… getting something off your chest. Something that’s bothering you. Just… get it out in the open.”

“Crime. Injustice. Corruption…”

“Anything more specific?” Shayera asked, signaling a waiter with a tray of drinks. “C’mon, just a pet peeve. Something that bugs you. It doesn’t have to be an actual problem—“

Bruce’s eyes narrowed. “There are too many heroes in Gotham.”

“You mean like people you can’t vouch for? That won’t take orders for you? I can see how that would be a problem…”

“No, they all want to be part of the ‘family’. It’s just that there are too many of them. It used to be just the Robins, the Batgirls, the Birds of Prey, maybe one or two others. Now there’s Gotham, Gotham Girl, Nightwing, Batwing, Nightbat, Batnight, Nightman, Knightman-with-a-K, the Dark Knight-with-no-K…”

“Really?” Shayera asked. “I didn’t think there were that many…”

“You don’t have to keep track of them. I do. Azrael’s back, and all he does is sit outside Arkham all the time, catching villains as they escape. He’s smug about it too. Keeps bragging about he caught the Joker and the Riddler and Two-Face, but it’s not like they had henchmen or a hide-out or were pulling off a heist. He just tripped them while they were slipping under a fence. That shouldn’t count.”

“Well, some of the new heroes are minorities, right? That’s good.”

“What, like Nightbat? The twelve-year-old black girl in the powered armor.”

“Yeah, it’s good for people to know that black girls can do anything.”

“When they grow up! That’s the point! They grow up, studying science, and then they’re a scientist! They can’t just be whatever at twelve years old! And that costume is way too exposing!” 

“Ooh, Batman’s afraid of female sexuality, big surprise…”

Bruce glared at her.

“Maybe you should just spend more time with the Justice League if there’s not enough crime to fight in Gotham.”

“Which one? There’s the Justice League, Extreme Justice, More Extreme Justice, Young Justice, Justice League of America, Justice League International, Justice League of Europe, Justice For All, Black Justice, White Justice, the Injustice League…”

“Injustice League?” Shayera asked as the waiter returned, letting her take two more glasses of champagne

“They’re good now.” Bruce automatically took one of the glasses and drank. “I don’t even know what team to put Damian on. There’s the Teen Titans, Team Titans, Not-Teen Titans, Trans Titans… and they’re all so young. In my day you had to train for years to be a superhero. Now you don’t have to graduate high school. Even the President is a Millennial now. Prez,” he sneered. “She won, but she didn’t vote!”

“It could be worse,” Shayera reasoned.

“I’m pretty sure there’s no one, in the multiverse, that could be a worse president,” Bruce countered. “It’s a law now that I have to drink eight glasses of water a day. I should just retire…”

“Maybe you could work at that multinational corporation you run,” Shayera suggested.

“Very funny. There’s not a lot of jobs out there that I could be passionate about. Maybe if a lot of the fighters in the UFC were criminals…”

“Maybe you could become a geologist,” Shayera teased. “You’re always analyzing samples of dirt and talking about the only place in Gotham it could’ve come from…”

“Alfred would love that.”

“Nah, he’d think you were a nerd.” Shayera reached over to take Bruce’s hand. “I think we’ve put in enough of an appearance. How about we go home and work off some of that frustration?” She smiled at him. “Hey, speaking of things you’re good at and passionate about…”

“I’m not becoming a porn star, Shayera.”

***

Getting out of the limo that had returned them home, Shayera took a moment to stare through the huge front gate at stately Wayne Manor. The high, wrought-iron fence enclosed acres of yard, the grass neat and well-trimmed. There was an abundance of sculpted trees, and a small creek ran bubbling through the grounds off to one side.

She stood there as Bruce approached her from behind, putting on the fur wrap that she had taken off inside the air-conditioned limo. She didn’t like to be driven up the driveway, preferring to stretch her legs, even in five-inch heels. It was the next best thing to unfurling her wings and taking flight. 

Passing her, Bruce took hold of the gate and jerked it open for her as the limousine departed, back to the service it had been dispatched from. As Bruce was her date, Shayera had insisted on handling transportation. With the chauffeur departing and Alfred off-duty, they were alone with the empty mansion, its windows dark and empty. 

The house was a long, mammoth structure of stone and leaded glass, three stories high and easily a century old. With a wide roof of gray slate and doors of polished oak, the huge manor house seemed both stately and frightening to Shayera. She could hardly imagine living there. But she would, in her civilian identity at least. Themyscira would be more like a… summer home.

Bruce got the date behind them and they walked up the drive. Bruce’s venting had worked. The silence between them was comfortable, familial. Shayera had never imagined Bruce to be a chatterbox, even with Diana, but she could easily imagine this companionable lack of conversation filling the hours when there was nothing to talk about. It could work. It could easily work.

Bruce stopped her suddenly, holding onto her arm at the elbow, where she could feel it between her gloves and the sleeves of her dress. The heat of his grip was infectious. She looked into his eyes and found him greedily surveying her. “It’s a long walk,” he told her.

She smiled wistfully. “Want dessert before dinner?”

“Always.”

Shayera eyed him hotly. “And what would someone think if they saw us?”

“They’d think I was one lucky son of a bitch.” Bruce unzipped his trousers. Within, his erection was growing rapidly. 

She strode off the path, under a shade tree that lowered the moon’s light like she was crawling under a blanket. “So… which of my wares would you like to sample?”

Bruce licked his lips anxiously, staring at her in the dapples of moonlight that shone through the leaves. “This is not easy.”

“You’re the leader. Choose.”

“Not so fast.” Bruce took off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. “I never do anything important in a hurry.”

Shayera unzipped her dress slowly, sensuously, giving him a show. She parted the décolletage and bunched out her tits, unsnapping her skimpy bra in a quick motion. “I think you’re going to do me in a hurry.” 

Her breasts fell free of her bra, hanging like two fresh fruits that had grown ripe. “God,” Bruce gasped. His strong legs tensed, the muscles bulging out, his cock bolting upright.

“Thank you,” Shayera said, pivoting as she undressed, letting him view her from all angles. She slipped her dress down her shoulder, slithering down her tapered body. Waggling her curves as her clothing fell by the wayside. Then she stood facing him, hands on hips, a mischievous grin on her face. “Like what you see?”

She pranced toward him, her breasts bouncing. She hooked her thumbs in her silky panties and lowered them smoothly, stretching them past her hips and down her toned legs. Bruce’s eyes were locked on her exposed body. He stared as if in a trance. She was stark naked.

She turned slowly, allowing him to examine her. He relished the task. His breathing was shallow. His cock was rock-hard. She rolled her hips as she stepped back, reclining against the tree trunk, planting her shoulders there and twisting her body this way and that in her lean. She showed off her ass, her hips, succulent, voluptuous even from the front.

She whirled around, embracing the tree, and reached back to part her buttocks, giving him a glimpse of her asshole, her cunt. Both holes were his to fuck. Whenever he pleased.

Bruce gripped his cock and stroked it, ready to beat off just from looking at her. “Don’t you dare come!” Shayera warned. “I want that cock inside me!”

“Now you want it?” Bruce taunted.

“I always want it.” Shayera sat in the groin of the tree, spreading her legs wide, parting her ready passage. Her labia opened as she slid two fingers into her sex. Her juices lathered the opening. Her clit stood erect. She moaned just from exposing herself.

As she played with herself, her body tensed, her legs spreading wider apart. Her cunt opened to revealing the shining scarlet inside her. It gleamed wetly. Demanding Bruce’s cock.

Bruce wanted no more teasing. He slid to his knees, worshipfully before her.

“Bruce!” Shayera raised her head, surprised. She had enjoyed teasing him almost more than the prospect of having that tease fulfilled.

“I want it too,” he said, driving his hips forward. His groin slammed into hers. His cock penetrated her cunt, spearing deep into the gaping mouth of her sex. He arched into her, fucking himself hilt-deep, jamming Shayera back against the tree trunk. 

Her mouth dropped open. It was like being fucked by a battering ram. “Arrhhhh, yesss, fuck me!” she moaned. “Fuck my hot pussy! Fuck it raw!”

“You’ve got such a cunt,” he growled, cramming himself into her pussy. His hips flashed back and forth, his cock burrowing deeper into her with every savage thrust. “Shit… tight fucking hole.”

Shayera closed her eyes and moaned. “God, my pussy…” She was losing it. Her tits swelled out, bumping into Bruce’s heaving body as he fucked her. His prick harshly filled her turgid cunt.

“Tight,” Bruce muttered again, as if he couldn’t stop himself from dispassionately appraising the stimuli her body presented. “But wet.”

“Yesss! So fucking wet! Fuck it! Fuck it!” Shayera whispered hotly.

Bruce flailed away, battering his cock in with a vengeance, entering her to his balls with every thrust. “Nnnngh, juicy pussy… wants my cock.”

He fucked her with savage, powerful strokes that left them both breathless and dazed.

“Yes, yess, I want your cock!” Shayera panted. “Ohhh, God, yes!”

She gripped the bark of the tree, getting fucked so deep that she thought there couldn’t possibly be more room. But there was. She felt his cockhead probe into it. “Oooooh, yesss, yessss! Fuck me!”

“Love your cunt!” Bruce hissed.

“Fuck me!”

Bruce pounded into her, leering at his thick cock fucking in and out of her gates. He closed his eyes, assured that Shayera could not possibly be more his, and ravaged her undulating passage. His cock fucked deep as he ruthlessly worked her inner folds raw.

“Unnhhhhhthhh, yeah! Fuck me deep!” Shayera cried.

She wrapped her legs about the strong man as he did just that, harder and faster than she could’ve ever asked for. Her heels hooked behind his back, and held on for dear life. 

"Tight cunt! Tight fucking cunt!" Bruce howled.

His brutal cock pummeled her pussy and it convulsed in submission. He could feel her innermost walls clutched tightly around his engorged cock. Her womanhood spasmed wetly around the fucking he was giving her.

“Do it, do it!” she begged. “Ravage my cunt! Mmmmmm, fuck, yesss!”

“Come in me! Give me your cum!” Shayera wailed as he furiously fucked her. She gripped his strong shoulders, digging her nails deep, and clenched her eyes shut. She was mad with passion at her hot cunt took his thrusting, undulating in feverish spasms around his thickness.

“Fucking your hot pussy!” Bruce husked.

“Fuh-fuh-fuuuuh--!” Shayera could not finish, bolting forward as he fucked her. She yanked him toward her savagely, keeping a grip on his shoulders, her legs tight as a vise around his waist. “My cunt! Ohhhh… fuck my hot cunt!” she whimpered.

Her tits bounded as he fucked her, the nipples chafing against his broad chest. “Take my cock deep!”

“Fuck me, Batman!”

Their bodies thrashed, shaking the tree, wrenching loose clouds of leaves to fall onto their naked bodies. Some clung briefly to their sweat. They ignored them and fucked like wild animals.

Shayera’s tits jammed into his chest as Bruce carried her to the ground, pinning her to the grass, she pulling him savagely down with her using all the strength in her arms and legs. His cock pushed deep into her sex, his balls striking her ass as he fucked her.

“I can feel you so deep!” she sighed in astonishment, her nostrils flaring. Her auburn hair swirled about her head as she jerked underneath him, fingers clawing at the dirt, unable to fully believe how her cunt was so savagely full of him.

Bruce’s narrow hips bolted forward as his lunging cock churned her pussy into a storm. He lashed at it with his thrusts, the friction setting her on fire.

“Ahhh, uhhhh!” Shayera barely managed to vocalize as he claimed her. “Just like that…!”

Bruce fucked her in violent bursts. She gripped his shoulders and drew him in with her legs. But no matter how hard she pulled him in, she could not offer enough of her cunt to satisfy him. He always pistoned away from her, back in, unbearably tempted by the friction of her smooth cunt.

Her face was flushed. Her cunt convulsed. His prick knifed in and out of her pussy like a machine out of control.

“Going to come!” he bit off in her ear. “Going to! Take it!”

“Ohhhhsshhiiiiittttt!” Shayera wailed. “Give it all to me!”

Spurts of scalding cum gushed into Shayera. She felt the scorching flood warm her from the inside out. It was like she was frozen and now molten lead was being pumped into her.

“Jeezzuusss, my cunt! My cunt!”

“Mine!” Bruce corrected her as thick bullets of cum entered her in shuddering heaves. “Coming in you, shit, coming so hard!”

Shayera shrieked. She twisted her body as she gripped him with all her limbs, mashing her sex to his, and they fucked savagely. Bruce’s gushing cock filled her even more. Her pussy oozed with his seed.

“Soooo fucking good!” Bruce smashed into her drenched pussy, replacing his own cum with his cock, saturating her crotch with the semen he forced out of her sex.

“Love it, love it! Fill my pussy!”

“Yes!”

His cum flowing over her bare, night-chilled skin felt even hotter than it had inside her… like fiery lava, flowing over her. Shayera reached down to nest her fingers in it, drag it up her taut belly. It was a good burn—like her body had swallowed a shot of tequila. His cock exploded over and over and each burst scorched her. She shivered, going out of control.

Bruce strained to wedge himself in deeper. Cum splattered her inner thighs. She felt his cockhead pumping away inside her, relentless and overwhelming. The bloated tip shot a few final sizzling gobs, then pulsed with its finishing. Her entire body felt gushy, as if a river of jism had been blasted into her.

“I love your cock,” Shayera moaned weakly, pulling his damn smug face to hers and kissing him. The cum she’d dragged over her belly stuck to his chiseled abs. “I love you.”

“I noticed,” Bruce replied.

“I’m pregnant,” she muttered.

He said nothing, but held her tight. His mouth explored hers. His tongue met with hers. His half-hard cock slid away from her well-used passage, half limber but ready for more.

Shayera kept her lips pressed to his for some time, feeling his thick jizz oozing out of her. Finally, he let her go.

Funny—she could hear crickets chirping now.

“I’ve only known a short while,” she told him. “And I knew you would want to be a father—you already have about six kids. I just wondered if I could be a wife to you.”

“And?”

“I think I could get used to this,” Shayera deadpanned.

“Good,” Bruce replied, terse as ever. “If you’re pregnant, we can stop bothering with missionary.”

“Bothering…?” Shayera said incredulously. That wasn’t the way she would put what they’d just done.

“Put another way…” Bruce’s strong fingers pried her buttocks apart. “Your ass is mine.”