right.
“Oh, just fucking peachy,” I grunted noticing the small-ish white stain that had formed inside the crotch of my suit. Great, I’d have to finish the mission with come-stained pants. Of course, it’d be too much to hope Darkfist wouldn’t notice. I should’ve worn a jock or something to absorb all the pre-come I leaked around Darkfist. But I hated how underwear made lines in my tights, so I always went commando. I wanted to at least clean it off so it wouldn’t be as noticeable, but worried if I tried to wipe it off I’d just smear it around and make it worse. Maybe I could lick it clean? Then it would just be wet and not as noticeable on the black fabric.
All my thinking stopped when I was slammed against the tree. I grunted when my bare skin hit the rough bark. I didn’t have time to react before Darkfist had my wrists pinned against the tree over my head. His hard body pressed against mine as he whispered in my ear, “Looks like I got you excited and you made a mess in your pants.”
“Don’t flatter yourself. I’m always excited and making a mess.” Wow, that sounded a lot better in my head. Still better to sound like an insatiable and somewhat sloppy sex fiend than to have him think he was the reason for my premature leakage.
“You know, we have at least 30 minutes before anything happens, let’s make good use of the time,” he all but purred in my ear.
“No, we don’t, something could happen any minute now and we have to get ourselves into position. Superheroes don’t have sex during missions.” I was proud of how confident my voice sounded. Maybe I could pull off the Moltenman persona and stay in character after all.
“You should know by now I’m not a superhero, I’m the charming and irresistible villain. Bad guys take what they want, and right now all I want is you,” he said, sucking my earlobe between his lips. He nibbled on it a little before trailing kisses down my neck. I couldn’t help moaning, his lips were magical. If he didn’t have my hands held firmly above my head, I would’ve grabbed his hair and pulled his lips tighter to my skin. I could have climaxed just from having him suck on my neck it felt so good. The slight discomfort of the bark against my back was long forgotten. I knew by this point I wasn’t doing a very good job of being Moltenman, but Darkfist made me lose all self-control.
I couldn’t help but whine when he stopped and pulled his head back. “You better be quiet or you’ll alert the enemy of our presence.” I opened my mouth to, you know, yell at him for making me make noise but he crushed his lips against mine before I could.
His kiss was animalistic. He shoved his tongue in my mouth, tangling it with my own. He pressed his hard cock to mine and started thrusting them against each other firmly. All the while he kept kissing his way along my jaw until he got to my ear and whispered, “When I let go of your hands put them behind your head and leave them there until I say you can move them.”
I put my hands behind my head the second I felt his hold release. I caught a brief smile on his face and watched as he dropped to his knees in front of me. Wasting no time, he inhaled my cock, not stopping until his nose was buried in my trimmed pubic hair. The surprise of the sensation made my knees buckle - even leaning against the tree, I would have fallen if not for his gloved hands holding my hips steady. The wicked things he could do with his mouth left me gasping for air. It didn’t help that as he worked my cock with his tongue and lips he slowly caressed my stomach with his hands. He was slowly sliding them towards my chest, I had no idea the leather gloves would feel so different. My skin tingled in the trail they left. I jumped again when they got to my nipples, gently rubbing and twisting. It was too much, I was too ready; I wasn’t going to last thirty seconds with his mouth on me and those gloves driving spikes of pleasure throughout
“Oh, just fucking peachy,” I grunted noticing the small-ish white stain that had formed inside the crotch of my suit. Great, I’d have to finish the mission with come-stained pants. Of course, it’d be too much to hope Darkfist wouldn’t notice. I should’ve worn a jock or something to absorb all the pre-come I leaked around Darkfist. But I hated how underwear made lines in my tights, so I always went commando. I wanted to at least clean it off so it wouldn’t be as noticeable, but worried if I tried to wipe it off I’d just smear it around and make it worse. Maybe I could lick it clean? Then it would just be wet and not as noticeable on the black fabric.
All my thinking stopped when I was slammed against the tree. I grunted when my bare skin hit the rough bark. I didn’t have time to react before Darkfist had my wrists pinned against the tree over my head. His hard body pressed against mine as he whispered in my ear, “Looks like I got you excited and you made a mess in your pants.”
“Don’t flatter yourself. I’m always excited and making a mess.” Wow, that sounded a lot better in my head. Still better to sound like an insatiable and somewhat sloppy sex fiend than to have him think he was the reason for my premature leakage.
“You know, we have at least 30 minutes before anything happens, let’s make good use of the time,” he all but purred in my ear.
“No, we don’t, something could happen any minute now and we have to get ourselves into position. Superheroes don’t have sex during missions.” I was proud of how confident my voice sounded. Maybe I could pull off the Moltenman persona and stay in character after all.
“You should know by now I’m not a superhero, I’m the charming and irresistible villain. Bad guys take what they want, and right now all I want is you,” he said, sucking my earlobe between his lips. He nibbled on it a little before trailing kisses down my neck. I couldn’t help moaning, his lips were magical. If he didn’t have my hands held firmly above my head, I would’ve grabbed his hair and pulled his lips tighter to my skin. I could have climaxed just from having him suck on my neck it felt so good. The slight discomfort of the bark against my back was long forgotten. I knew by this point I wasn’t doing a very good job of being Moltenman, but Darkfist made me lose all self-control.
I couldn’t help but whine when he stopped and pulled his head back. “You better be quiet or you’ll alert the enemy of our presence.” I opened my mouth to, you know, yell at him for making me make noise but he crushed his lips against mine before I could.
His kiss was animalistic. He shoved his tongue in my mouth, tangling it with my own. He pressed his hard cock to mine and started thrusting them against each other firmly. All the while he kept kissing his way along my jaw until he got to my ear and whispered, “When I let go of your hands put them behind your head and leave them there until I say you can move them.”
I put my hands behind my head the second I felt his hold release. I caught a brief smile on his face and watched as he dropped to his knees in front of me. Wasting no time, he inhaled my cock, not stopping until his nose was buried in my trimmed pubic hair. The surprise of the sensation made my knees buckle - even leaning against the tree, I would have fallen if not for his gloved hands holding my hips steady. The wicked things he could do with his mouth left me gasping for air. It didn’t help that as he worked my cock with his tongue and lips he slowly caressed my stomach with his hands. He was slowly sliding them towards my chest, I had no idea the leather gloves would feel so different. My skin tingled in the trail they left. I jumped again when they got to my nipples, gently rubbing and twisting. It was too much, I was too ready; I wasn’t going to last thirty seconds with his mouth on me and those gloves driving spikes of pleasure throughout
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