Summary: What was the real reason behind Selina ending her engagement with Bruce? Well, let's just say a fling from the past made it hard to settle for mediocrity.
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PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
"Oh god, Peter! Peteeer! This cock! This coccckkk!"
Selina's voice was a high-pitched whine, her nails clawing at the cheap motel sheets as her back arched, her heart-shaped ass bouncing with every brutal thrust. Her legs trembled, her thighs slick with sweat, and every time Peter's hips slammed into her, she let out a desperate, broken moan.
"Yes! Yes! Oh fuck, you're ruining me—ruining me!"
Peter Parker grinned, his hands gripping her hips so tightly they might bruise. He did not give mercy, his twelve-inch cock pistoning in and out of her with a rhythm that was almost mechanical. His breath was hot on her back until he threw his head up and rammed his cock into her faster. "That's it, Selina. Take it. You've been begging for this all night—don't stop now."
She couldn't stop. She didn't want to. Her mind was a haze of pleasure, every nerve in her body lit up like a live wire. Bruce had never fucked her like this. Not even close. His sex was quiet, almost clinical—a slow, methodical rhythm that never pushed her to the edge.
"So much deeper, hnggghh~! So much deeper~!"
Peter? Peter was a fucking tornado. He was raw, primal, and so fucking good at this that it made her head spin.
"Harder," Selina demanded, her voice quivering. "Harder, Peter. Harder!"
This chick…
No doubt about it, she must have been an Olympic athlete. Other chicks would beg him to slow down. But Selina? She arched her back and she wanted more.
His grip on her hips tightened as he fucked her faster, harder. Her pussy was drenched, her arched figure shaking as she teetered on the edge of an orgasm that was already threatening to destroy her. "You really haven't been fucked properly, hm?"
"Hngghhh~!"
Selina couldn't even form a coherent sentence. All she could do was nod, her breath coming in ragged gasps as her body bucked against his. She felt owned, utterly and completely dominated in a way she'd never experienced before. And she fucking loved it.
It had started hours ago, in a dingy New York bar. Selina Kyle had been nursing a drink, her leather-clad legs crossed as she surveyed the room. She was bored. Bruce was off doing whatever it was he did when he wasn't with her, and she was tired of waiting around. She needed something—someone—to take the edge off.
That was when she saw him. Peter Parker, clad in a hoodie and jeans, looking completely out of place. He was young, handsome, and both lacked and held confidence. It was strange and it caught her attention. She wasn't sure what it was about him, but something told her he wasn't just another pretty face. So, when he caught her eye and flashed her a cocky grin, she didn't hesitate to approach him.
"You look like you could use a drink," Selina purred, sliding into the seat next to him.
"I could, although I prefer if you paid."
"Oh?"
"Hey, we live in different times. The man can't always be chasing."
She laughed, low and sultry. "You're funny. I like you."
Their conversation had been easy—playful, even. Peter was quick-witted and charming, and within an hour, they were laughing like old friends. But there was an undercurrent of tension between them, a heat that neither of them could ignore. When Peter leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear, and whispered, "Let's get out of here," Selina didn't hesitate.
Now, here they were, in a cheap motel room, and Selina was experiencing the best sex of her fucking life. Peter's hands moved from her hips to her ass, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he admired the perfect curve of her heart-shaped ass.
"God, you're fucking perfect," he muttered, giving her ass a sharp slap that made her yelp in surprise. "I could look at this all day."
"Shut up and keep fucking me," Selina demanded, her voice breathless. She wanted to stay strong, to maintain her usual air of control, but she couldn't. Peter had completely shattered her defenses, and all she could do was whimper and moan as he took her apart piece by piece.
Peter chuckled, his hips never slowing as he leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back. "You're really into this, huh?" he teased, nipping at her shoulder. "Who knew the infamous Selina Kyle could be such a little slut?"
"Y-you know—"
"I'm a reporter. I know you're Bruce Wayne's girlfriend. Or wait, is it ex-girlfriend?"
Selina's breath hitched, her cheeks flushing at his words. She wanted to protest, to tell him to fuck off, but she couldn't. Because he was right. And she didn't care. All she cared about was the way his cock was filling her, stretching her in a way that made her feel complete.
"Peter, please," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm so close—"
"Yeah?" he growled, his hips snapping forward with even more force. "You gonna cum for me, Selina? You gonna let me make you feel good?"
"Yes," Selina gasped, cumming again. "Oh god, yes! I'm cummiiing~! You damn stud, you're making me—mmmppph~!"
Her mouth slammed into the mattress, muffling her voice. Her pride. She had to keep her pride. Peter Parker was younger than her, that much she could tell. So to lose and moan and whimper pathetically was a step too far.
When the last of her trembling subsided, Peter didn't give her a moment to recover. He didn't let this woman keep her pride. He flipped her onto her back and hussled her legs over his shoulder.
"W-wait…!"
That huge cock of his slapped against her pussy. God, Bruce just couldn't compare. He just couldn't.
Her world blanked out when he began to pile-drive her. Selina's eyes rolled back, her hands clawing at the sheets.
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
She struggled to keep up with the relentless pace. She struggled to do anything but moan and whimper. At least with Batman, she could do some gymnastic's but right now, in this position, she simply couldn't. "Peter—oh fuck, Peter, I can't—I can't!"
She orgasmed over and over again. In other words, she did.
Selina's head fell back, her mouth open in a silent scream as another orgasm tore through her. She was completely at his mercy, her body writhing beneath him as he fucked her into oblivion. It was too much—too intense—and yet she never wanted it to stop.
"Gonna cum…!"
"Peter, wait," Selina panted, her voice desperate. "Don't—don't cum inside me. I want you to—oh god—I want you to cum on my face."
Peter laughed and did as he was told, pulling out of her. "You sure about that?" he asked, his hand stroking his cock as he positioned himself above her.
"Yes," Selina breathed, her eyes locked on his. "Do it."
Peter didn't need to be told twice. With a low groan, he came, his thick ropes of cum splattering across her face and tits in a way that left her utterly shocked. It was huge, far more than she'd ever seen from Bruce, and for a moment, she was too stunned to speak.
Selina Kyle was the perfect package. Big DDs, a heart-shaped ass, and a body flexible enough to do anything. Yet this man pulverised any and all her triumphs and abilities. This man…
He was hung. He was a stud. He changed everything.
"Holy fuck," Selina whispered, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. "You're—you're…"
Peter smirked, slapping that hog of a cock on her breasts. Little flicks of cum poured onto her nipples. "Call me amazing."
Selina didn't know what the future held for them, but for now, she didn't care. All she knew was that Peter Parker was a god, and she was completely and utterly addicted.
****
Five years passed since that encounter with Peter Parker. The New Yorker left soon after their rump. Selina had passed so she couldn't say exactly how quickly he left. It felt like a police siren rang near a neighborhood, her eyes closed, and he was gone.
Now…
Now Selina was engaged to Bruce. The Bat and the Cat had officially tied the night after many different lovers and conflict. Selina was thirty-three. There was no point in delaying the inevitable.
Batman was her soulmate.
…right?
Selina's fingers traced the edge of the engagement ring on her left hand as she knelt between Bruce's legs, the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains of their penthouse. His muscled body was sprawled across the bed, the sheets tangled around his waist, his muscles relaxed in the aftermath of a long night of patrolling Gotham. But Selina wasn't thinking about his heroics tonight. She was focused on the task at hand—or rather, the task at mouth.
Bruce's cock, average in size but unproportional to his athletic frame, lay in her mouth. Selina smirked as she sucked him off. Even with a mouthful of his cock, her lips curling in that feline way that always seemed to get Bruce revved up.
Pop!
Lips leaving his cock, threads of saliva connecting, she wrapped her fingers around his modest length, stroking him slowly until he began to pour out pre-cum.
"Selina," Bruce murmured, his voice deep and gravelly, his hand reaching out to tangle in her hair. She didn't say anything, just looked up at him through her lashes, her expression playful and predatory. Then, with a flick of her tongue, she took him into her mouth again.
She was a master at this, her lips and tongue working in perfect harmony, her rhythm deliberate and precise. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, her hand pumping the base, and Bruce's grip on her hair tightened. She could feel him trying to hold back, trying to maintain control, but she wasn't about to let him.
Selina hollowed her cheeks, sucking him deeper, her tongue pressing against the sensitive underside of his shaft. Bruce's breath hitched, a low groan escaping his lips as he arched his back. She picked up the pace, her hand and mouth moving in sync, and within moments, she felt him tense beneath her.
"Ngh! God, Selina, you're—cumming!" The Batman gasped out, his voice strained, and then spilling into her mouth. His baby batter was rather hot and thin. She swallowed effortlessly, her eyes never leaving his. Even as she pulled back, she never broke that green eye contact and licked her lips with a satisfied smirk.
"One minute," Selina teased, her voice husky. "Impressive, Batman."
Bruce chuckled breathlessly, his hand sliding from her hair to cup her cheek. "You're a dangerous woman, Selina."
"I hope you can keep going~"
She just grinned before crawling up his body, straddling his hips. Bruce's hands settled on her waist, his touch firm but gentle, and she reached between them to guide his cock inside her. She sank down slowly, her breath catching as she took him in, her walls clenching around him.
"Mmm~! Filling me up like always, Bat~!"
"Hn!"
He thrust upward. Plap, plap, plap! Bruce was a modestly skilled lover, his rhythm steady and passionate. He kept his hands on her waist and he knew how to make her feel good, how to draw out the pleasure.
Plap, plap, plap!
His hips hurled upwards. Indeed, there was no doubt Bruce Wayne was experienced. Yet there was a predictability to it that Selina couldn't quite shake. She loved him, that much was certain, but there was something missing—something that Peter Parker had awakened in her all those years ago.
Bruce thrust into her faster and faster, his hips rolling against hers in a way that made her moan softly. His hands slid over to grip her ass, squeezing gently.
"Selina," Bruce murmured, his voice filled with a quiet intensity that made her heart ache. She leaned down to kiss him, their lips meeting in a tender, lingering kiss that spoke of their deep connection.
But as good as it was, it wasn't enough. It was…it was…
'Not Peter.'
Where was the overwhelming sensation? Where were the back-to-back orgasms? Why wasn't her pussy stretched to her lips? It just…didn't compare.
Selina hated herself for thinking it. However, how could she not but think about how different it had been with Peter, how he had taken her apart with a ferocity and unpredictability that had left her breathless. Bruce made love to her, but Peter had fucked her.
His breath ticked up in pace. Bruce's thrusts grew more urgent. Selina arched her back, her nails digging into his chest as she felt her own orgasm building. But before she could reach it—
"Take it, Cat…!"
Bruce groaned, his hips stuttering, and he spilled his load inside her. His release was warm, familiar, and…pathetic. Peter didn't creampie her. She opted to have him cum on her mouth. But if he had…
'Would I still be here?'
She let out a soft sigh, her body trembling slightly as she came down from the high. Bruce pulled her close, his arms wrapping around her as he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead.
"You're amazing," Bruce murmured, his voice soft and filled with adoration. He softened, his cock slipping out, and that was that. No more extra rounds. Just two climaxes and she was reminded that at the end of the day, Batman was only human.
Selina smiled, her fingers trailing over his chest as she rested her head against his shoulder. "You're not so bad yourself, Batman."
But as Bruce drifted off to sleep, his breathing slow and even, Selina's mind wandered. She glanced down at him, her eyes lingering on his cock, now soft against his thigh. It was perfectly fine, average in every way, but it wasn't the twelve-inch monster that had left her utterly ruined all those years ago.
'I'm engaged. I'm engaged. I'm—'
A flash of a giant, twelve inch white cock and a young man with handsome features, a silly smile, and brown hair.
'I love cock.'
Half an hour later, Selina had not closed her eyes and gone to sleep. Her gaze shifted to her phone on the nightstand. She reached for it, her heart pounding in her chest as she unlocked it and opened her messages. She hesitated for a moment, her fingers hovering over the keyboard.
'There was one thing Peter left me that day. His number.'
The note was long gone yet Selina had burned the ten-digit number to her core memories. Taking a deep breath, she typed out a simple message and hit send.
Selina << Hey, Peterrrr~! Selina here. Been a while, hm? How are you, babe xoxo
She stared at the screen, her stomach twisting with a mix of anticipation and guilt. Bruce didn't suspect a thing, didn't know that his future wife was thinking about another man. And as Selina set her phone back on the nightstand, she couldn't help but wonder what would happen if Peter replied.
Selina's phone buzzed softly on the nightstand, and her heart leapt into her throat. She grabbed it, her fingers trembling slightly as she unlocked the screen. There it was—a message from Peter.
Peter << Hey, Selina. I'm good. How about you? It's been what, three years?
'Five, actually.' She bit her lip, staring at the words. Five years. Five years since she'd felt that twelve-inch cock inside her, five years since he'd left her a trembling, moaning mess in that motel room. She typed quickly, her fingers flying over the keyboard.
Selina << I'm glad I left an impression
Peter << you did. Glad I did too
Selina << Smartass
Peter << iirc you said hung stud
Selina << Whatever
Selina << Where are you
Peter << Gotham. Have a job lined up.
A sudden rush went down her womb. He did mention being a photographer and, well, she had been hoping he was nearby. But Gotham? That meant they could meet up anytime.
Selina << I'm getting married.
The message sent, and she waited, her heart pounding. Peter's reply came almost instantly.
Peter << Married? You? Congrats!
Selina smirked, a playful glint in her eyes. She glanced over at Bruce, still asleep, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. She couldn't resist. She snapped a quick photo of his flaccid cock, still resting against his thigh, and sent it to Peter before she could second-guess herself.
Selina << Meet Bruce. My fiancé.
There was a long pause, and Selina wondered if she'd gone too far. Then, Peter's reply came through.
Peter << …is this what I think it is?
Peter << for a billionaire, he sure is little
Peter << guess us broke guys have something, huh?
She laughed softly, her cheeks flushing. Peter always had a way of making her feel reckless, like she didn't have to hold back. She typed out her next message before she could lose her nerve.
Selina << Send me a pic.
The seconds ticked by, and Selina's stomach twisted with anticipation. She stared at her phone, willing it to buzz. But it stayed silent. Five minutes passed, and her heart sank. Maybe he wasn't interested. Maybe she'd pushed too far.
She was about to put her phone down when it buzzed. She nearly dropped it in her haste to unlock the screen. And there it was.
Peter's cock.
She stared at it, her breath catching in her throat. Even in a photo, it was massive. Twelve inches of thick, veined perfection, the head glistening slightly under the light. It was everything she remembered and more.
Her eyes flicked back to Bruce, still asleep, his own cock limp and unremarkable in comparison. She couldn't help but laugh softly.
Selina << Still a monster, I see
Peter's reply came quickly.
Peter << I'm a bit pent-up too. Still want it?
Selina hesitated for only a moment before typing back.
Selina << Yes xoxo
***
The next night, Selina found herself standing outside a dive bar in Gotham City, her heart racing. She hadn't told Bruce where she was going, hadn't even told him she was leaving. She'd just slipped out early in the morning, her body thrumming with anticipation.
She spotted Peter almost immediately. He was leaning against the bar, a cocky grin on his face, his hoodie pulled low over his eyes. He looked exactly how she remembered—young, confident, and dangerous.
"Selina," Peter greeted as she approached, eyes flicking at the expensive ring. "You weren't kidding about getting married, huh?"
She smirked, sliding onto the stool next to him. "Guess not."
"How much did that thing cost?"
"Oh, you know. Two million."
Peter blinked twice. "S-seriously?"
"I'm not a cheap gal, lover boy."
He chuckled, taking a sip of his drink. "So, what's a girl like you doing in a place like this? Shouldn't you be at home with your future husband?"
Selina leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Maybe I wanted something… more exciting."
Peter's grin widened, and he set his drink down, turning to face her fully. "And what exactly are you looking for, Selina?"
She didn't answer right away, her eyes locking with his. She could feel the heat between them, the tension that had been building since she'd first sent him that message. Finally, she leaned in even closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "You know exactly what I'm looking for."
Peter didn't hesitate. He grabbed her hand, pulling her to her feet and leading her out of the bar without a word. They walked in silence, the city lights blurring around them, until they reached a nearby motel.
Once inside, Peter turned to her, his eyes dark with desire. "Last chance to back out," he said, his voice low and teasing.
Selina didn't waste a second. She reached up, grabbing the front of his hoodie and pulling him down for a fierce, hungry kiss. He responded immediately, his hands slipping around her waist.
The kiss ended. Hand in hand, they went inside.
****
The Gotham City motel room was dimly lit, the neon sign outside casting a flickering red glow through the blinds. Selina Kyle leaned against the dresser. She was in tight blue jeans and a jacket unzipped down her breasts. She smirked, her emerald eyes locked on Peter Parker as he stood by the bed, his shirt already tossed aside, his lean but muscular frame glistening under the faint light.
'Not as buff as Bruce but definitely works out,' Selina thought, biting her lip. Peter wasn't just handsome—he was intoxicating, with that boy-next-door charm and a smirk that made her knees weak.
"You really don't waste time?"
Peter chuckled, running a hand through his messy brown hair. "Yeah, well, I don't have a billion dollars to flex. My only resume is making chicks moan."
Selina laughed, a genuine, throaty sound that surprised even herself. God, he's so... different. Bruce was all brooding intensity, his quiet passion a stark contrast to Peter's effortless charisma. And then there was that. Her eyes flicked downward, her breath catching as she caught sight of the unmistakable bulge in his jeans.
Oh. My. God.
"Something caught your eye?" Peter teased, noticing her gaze. He approached closer, his hands resting on her hips as he pulled her toward him.
Selina placed a hand on his chest. "Mhm, a big fat cock to be exact."
"I'm glad," Peter replied, his voice dropping to a whisper as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "I've always wondered what it would be like to catch a married woman."
She shivered, her body instinctively arching into his. "And now that you have?"
He grinned, his hands sliding down to cup her ass, squeezing firmly. "Now, I'm wondering how loud I can make you scream."
Selina's breath hitched, her cheeks flushing as she felt the heat pooling between her legs. She tried to maintain her composure, tried to remember who she was—Catwoman, the woman who could bring Gotham's Dark Knight to his knees. But there was something about Peter, something raw and unfiltered, that made her feel like she was unraveling.
"Prove it," she challenged.
Peter didn't need to be told twice. They spun, they kissed, and they stripped. Selina first with her jeans and jacket. When he yanked her panties down, he spun her over pushed her onto the bed. Her heart-shaped ass was on full display. He brought his hand down in a sharp slap, the sound echoing through the room as Selina let out a startled gasp.
"Man, this is a ten out of ten ass."
Selina glared over her shoulder, but the fire in her eyes was quickly replaced with something else—something needier. "You're going to pay for that, young man," she hissed, though the effect was ruined by him whipping his cock out and thwap! Slapping it onto her bare ass. The both of them were nude now. Nude and wet in their own hungry ways.
"Oh, I'm counting on it," Peter replied, his hands gripping her hips. She felt the head of his cock pressing against her entrance, and her breath caught in her throat.
'Jesus, he's huge, just like I remembered. Bruce is just tiny compared to him. Like three cocks worth.' She'd been with men before—powerful men, men who thought they knew how to please her—but none of them could compare to Peter. Funny broke boys really were better than sleazy rich men or brooding rich billionaires.
"You really want this dick?" Peter asked, hesitating out of kindness. Ha, what a guy. Too nice for his own good.
Selina smirked and her left foot went over and massaged his ballsack. "You're full, aren't you? Come on, don't think too hard, just fuck me."
He grinned. "With pleasure." He pushed into her slowly, inch by agonizing inch. Selina's nails dug into the bedspread, her entire body shuddering as she felt him stretch her in ways she hadn't thought possible.
"F-fuck," she stammered, her eyes rolling back. "J-just how much more—mmmph~!"
Twelve inches of cock. So far, ten inches were inside and god it was so, so much! So much more than Bruce! "G-god, you're already deeper than Bruce EVER was~!"
"Thank you." Peter said, his tone teasing but his hands gentle as they stroked her sides. He wanted to make her comfortable. "Not too much, I hope? Going from him to me might be…an adjustment."
Selina shook her head, her face pressed into the mattress as she struggled to catch her breath. "No," she managed to say, her voice barely audible. "It's... it's perfect."
Peter smirked, his hands gripping her hips tighter and then—slam! Every single inch was shoved inside her pretty pink pussy. Selina's lips parted.
Oh my god. She wanted to say it. Instead, a loud shrieking moan escaped her lips. Selina Kyle orgasmed. She orgasmed in less than ten seconds of cock. Bruce barely managed the same thing after ten whole minutes.
And Peter?
He was just getting started.
At first, he took his time, each thrust slow and deliberate, letting her feel every inch of him. But soon, the pace quickened, his hips slamming against hers with a force that made the bed creak in protest.
"W-wait~! I-it's—too good~! Nggghh~! Hnnggghh~! This is just…!"
"You sure you want me to wait." Because he did and Selina instantly whined. "You want my cock, don't you?"
"Y-yes! YES~! GIVE IT TO ME~!"
There it was.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
His pelvis clapped against her ass, his fists to the sides. He smiled as he watched this hot engaged chick get absolutely destroyed by emotion she didn't know she had. Emotion that her future husband failed to instil in her. Selina's moans filled the room. Her toes curled.
Her toes never curled with Bruce.
"Y-you're... so much better than Bruce," she choked out, her voice breaking as Peter hit a spot deep inside her that made her see stars. "SO MUCH BEETTERRR~!"
Peter chuckled, his breath hot against her ear. "I'm just getting started," he said.
And he was. He fucked her harder, faster, his hands gripping and groping and slapping her ass as he pounded into her. Selina's mind went blank, her mental state consumed by the overwhelming pleasure of it all. She'd never felt anything like this—never been fucked like this. Bruce was quiet, controlled, his passion restrained in a way that made her feel like she was doing all the work. But Peter? Peter was everything. He was wild, raw, and completely uninhibited, and it was driving her insane.
"Petteeer~! You stud~! You damn STUDDD~!" Selina moaned, her voice high-pitched and desperate. "Don't stop! Please, don't stop!!!"
Peter didn't. He kept fucking her, his thrusts growing harder and faster until she felt like she was going to break. And then, just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, he pulled her up, her back pressed against his chest as he continued to pound into her from behind. One hand wrapped around her boob, the other gripping her hip as he whispered in her ear.
"You like that, don't you?" he asked. "You like being fucked like this?"
Selina nodded, her head falling back against his shoulder as she gasped for air. "Yes," she breathed, her voice trembling. "Yes, I—oh god, I'm gonna—"
Cum again.
What was this? The twentieth time?
Peter cut her off with a sharp thrust, his hand going from her boob to fingering her clit. Somehow, that pushed her over the edge. This dominance, this hung stud, he was just so much different. Selina screamed, her body convulsing as the most intense orgasm of her life ripped through her. She collapsed forward, her arms giving out as she fell onto the bed, her body still trembling from the aftershocks.
But Peter wasn't done. With a growl, he flipped her onto her back, her legs thrown over his shoulders as he began to pound into her again. This was different—this was deeper.
This was…
"Remember?" Peter asked, grinning. "You loved this last time."
She did, she did, she diiiid! She LOVED this cock! She loved this position! Bruce NEVER did this. This…
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
"THIS IS WHAT I'VE BEEN MISSIIIING~!"
Each thrust felt like it was hitting her soul, and Selina could do nothing but cling to the sheets, her moans turning into desperate whimpers as he took her apart piece by piece.
"F-fuck, Peter~! Peteeer~! Cocckk~! Your cockkkk~!" Selina stammered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their bodies slamming together. "I can't—I can't think—"
"Good," Peter growled, his hands gripping her thighs as he fucked her even harder. "That's the point."
Selina's head fell back, her eyes rolling as she felt another orgasm building inside her. It was too much, way too much, but she didn't want it to stop. She couldn't. She needed this—needed him.
"Don't—don't cum inside me," she begged, her voice hoarse. "Please, I… I want to see it. I want you to cum on my face."
Peter groaned, his thrusts growing erratic as he felt his own climax approaching. With one last, brutal thrust, he pulled out, his cock throbbing as he stroked himself furiously. Selina's eyes met his, her lips parting in anticipation as the first hot jet of cum splashed across her face. More followed, painting her skin in thick, glistening streaks as Peter let out a guttural groan, his balls shuddering.
When he finally finished, Selina was a mess, her face and chest covered in his cum. She stared up at him, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Bruce had never done this—never made her feel like this. Peter Parker wasn't just a man. He was a god.
And Selina? She was completely, utterly addicted.
****
Thwap. Thwap. Thwap.
Peter Parker strolled out of the bathroom, toweling his damp hair, completely unbothered by his own nudity. His body was cut from marble—lean, defined muscle wrapped in warm, golden skin. His abs flexed subtly with each breath, and his broad shoulders tapered into a sculpted waist. But, more impressively, there was… well, his dick.
'He's double Bruce's erect size…while flaccid...sheesh.'
Hanging between his thighs, his flaccid cock swayed with every step, a flaccid but undeniably massive thing that defied all logic.
Selina Kyle lay sprawled on the bed, wrapped in nothing but the silken sheets that barely clung to her curves. And what curves they were—full, gravity-defying breasts, a waspish waist, and hips sculpted like a goddess of seduction. Her emerald eyes gleamed with amusement as she watched him approach, a smirk playing on her full lips.
"You know," Selina purred, stretching like a satisfied cat, "normal guys don't walk around with that thing between their legs."
Peter snorted, rubbing the towel against his hair before tossing it aside. "Oh, please. Normal women don't look like they were personally designed by some perverted Roman sculptor."
Selina's smirk widened. "Flatterer."
"Honest man," Peter countered, sliding onto the bed beside her. He propped himself up on one elbow, eyes raking over her. "And I've gotta say, Selina Kyle, you are definitely not normal."
She traced a lazy finger down his chest, nails lightly grazing his skin. "Neither are you," she murmured. "A cock that big…and stamina like that…you don't go soft. I've been with a man that can only be described as peak human and he, like all men, can't break the scourge of refractory period."
He was special. He was…something more.
A beat passed between them, the weight of unspoken truths thick in the air.
Selina arched a brow. "I think we should drop the pretense."
Peter tilted his head. "Oh?"
She smirked. "I know you're not just some sweet, dorky photographer with the body of a Greek god."
Peter grinned. "And I know you didn't get a body like that from just Pilates."
Selina laughed, a low, sultry sound. She leaned in close, her lips ghosting over his. "Fine. I'll go first." She pulled back slightly, looking him dead in the eye. "I'm Catwoman."
Peter blinked. "Wait…what? You're…Catwoman…and wait…"
Selina burst out laughing. "That's right—Bruce Wayne is Batman."
"You're telling me I cucked Batman," Peter said, giving her an incredulous look. "That's…not good. He's a billionaire AND a superhero a-and...but wait, he doesn't have powers? I thought Batman at least had super strength?"
"Nope. He's a plain ol' brooding vigilante."
"Really? So he's just a guy in a bat suit?"
She grinned, running a finger under his chin. "Well, aren't you clever?"
"Ha, okay, okay." Peter smirked. "Your turn. Who do you think I am?"
She grinned, running a finger under his chin. "Well, aren't you clever?"
Peter smirked. "Your turn. Who do you think I am?"
Selina gave him a once-over, her eyes flickering over every defined muscle, every impossible inch of his frame. She tapped a manicured nail against her lip in mock thought before her smirk returned.
"You're from New York," she mused. "You're too strong, too fast, too… perfect." She paused, eyes gleaming. "And I did notice how sticky you are."
Peter rolled his eyes. "Jesus, Selina."
She grinned wickedly. "So, Spider? Or Daredevil?"
Peter exhaled, shaking his head in amusement. "Spider-Man."
Selina's smile turned feline. "I knew it."
Peter chuckled. "And here I thought I was good at keeping secrets."
Selina traced a finger down his chest, over the ridges of his abs. "You probably are… just not from me."
He caught her hand, intertwining their fingers. "So, Catwoman and Spider-Man, huh? Not the first cat lady I've dealt with."
She smirked. "You saying you can handle me, bug boy?"
Peter's grin was pure mischief. "Oh, I know I can handle you."
Selina purred, shifting onto his lap, pressing her body against his as she leaned in. Their lips met, soft at first—teasing, playful—but it quickly turned into something deeper, something real.
When they finally broke apart, Selina's lips were still curved in a smirk, though her eyes held something softer beneath the mischief.
"Out of curiosity: what are you going to about Batman?" Peter asked.
Selina's smirk turned wicked. "Well, let's just say… I have certain needs that never got met and he'll have to deal with that."
Peter arched a brow. "So…a break-up or cucking? I prefer break-up, Spidey has enough heroes that don't like him."
Selina pretended to think over it. "I think…I'm leaning toward a break-up. Broody, emotionally distant, and frankly? Not as impressive under the cape as you, so what would be the point of cucking?"
Peter barked out a laugh. "The money."
"Baby, I'm a millionaire thief. I'll be fine." Selina kissed him again, slow and deliberate. When she pulled away, her lips were curved in a smirk. "So, how do you feel about marriage?"
Peter blinked. "Wait, hold on—what?"
Selina traced circles on his chest. "I've known Batman for almost two decades, and he never once made me feel the way you have in just a few nights." Her green eyes locked onto his. "You're fun, Peter. You make me laugh. And, well…" Her fingers trailed lower. "You definitely know how to keep a woman satisfied."
Peter pushed his back onto the bed. "I am so gonna get my ass kicked by Batman."
Selina slid atop him, pressing a lingering kiss to his lips. "Let him try."
And with that, the Cat had officially claimed her Spider.
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Bending Catwoman over on the sidetable and fucking her was amazing.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Selina's hands gripped the edge of the sidetable whe Peter's hips pistoned into her slopping wet cunt. Drip, drip, drip. Her heart-shaped ass bounced with every thrust, the sound of their bodies colliding echoing off the thin walls. Her moans were muffled into the pillow, but they were desperate, pleading, unhinged.
"Oh my God, Peter—!" Selina gasped, her voice breaking as he drove into her harder, deeper. His twelve-inch cock seemed to fill every inch of her, stretching her in ways she didn't think were possible. She could feel him everywhere, his raw power dominating her, owning her. "PEETEEER~! CUMMIIIING~!"
Like always, he surpassed Batman by leaps and bounds.
Peter's hands gripped her hips and he laughed. "Just say it how it is. Does wonders for my confidence."
Selina's mind was foggy, her thoughts scattered by the sheer intensity of the pleasure coursing through her. Bruce. The name flickered in the back of her mind, but it felt distant, irrelevant. Right now, there was only Peter. Peter and his cock. Peter and his ability to make her feel like she was losing her mind.
"You're… fuck, you're so much better," she whimpered, her voice trembling. "No one— no one fucks me like this. Only you. Only you."
Peter chuckled, a cocky, satisfied sound that sent a shiver down her spine. He pulled her hips back, slamming into her with a force that made her scream. "Good girl. Take it. Take every fucking inch."
She was slamming back, she was! Tighter than ever before, but Peter…his spider-powers made his cock feel different. Like it was always tight against her walls.
Selina herself was on fire, her senses overwhelmed. She could feel herself unraveling, the pleasure building to something overwhelming, something dangerous. She clenched around him, her walls tightening as she teetered on the edge of yet another orgasm.
And then the phone rang.
The sharp, jarring sound cut through the haze of pleasure, pulling Selina back to reality. Her eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. No. No, no, no.
Peter paused for a moment, his cock still buried deep inside her, and glanced over at the nightstand where her phone was vibrating. It was literally right in front of her. "Who is it?"
Selina's heart raced, panic mixing with the lingering pleasure still coursing through her veins. That was until he fucked her again.
"Bruce! Bruce! Bruuuuuce—! Batman is calling!" Selina wailed. "My husbaand~!"
Peter thrust into her again, harder this time, making her gasp. "Answer it. Let him hear how good I'm making you feel."
Selina shook her head, her hands on the table, her chin tucked on it. She was sweating. She was moaning. "Y-you dirty young boy…!"
But she listened. Selina reached for the phone, answered the call and put it on speaker.
"Selina," Bruce's voice came through, calm and steady, but with an edge of concern. "Where are you? I've been trying to reach you."
Peter smirked, his hips moving slowly now, drawing out each thrust as if to torture her. Selina bit her lip, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape.
"I— I'm out," Selina managed. "Just… running some errands."
"Is that…right?"
Then the lewd claps became louder. Louder, louder, louder…
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"B-Bruce! Bruuuce~! I'm shhhoo sorry buuut—let's break it off! I don't want to marry! I want—I want…!" Selina whimpered. "I WANT A BIG, FAT COCCKKK~!"
Slamming his cock to the hilt, balls-deep, Peter proudly and openly yelled, "Cumming!"
Inside. He came inside. The one place Selina never allowed anyone to cum aside from Bruce. It was a special place for her. No hook up was allowed to touch it.
"HE'S FILLING ME UP! HIS CUM IS FILLING UP MY WOMMMB~! I'M SORRY, BRUCE, BUT HIS COCK IS SOOO MUCH BETTTER~! HIS CUM IS SHOOO MUCCHH THICKER AND BETTER! HNGGGHH~! THIS IS A REAL COCK! A REAL CREAMPIEEE~!
His balls clenched and he unleashed spurt after spurt of cum. Painting her walls white until it overflowed and went drip-drip-drip!
Bruce was silent. The call ended. And Selina? Her eyes were rolled back, her tongue hung out, and she panted like a wild animal wanting more.
Yes, she wanted more.
"Mmm…that better not be all, big boy." She rose, back pressing his chest. Peter's hands went and teased her nipples while their lips together for a long, deep kiss.
A kiss to signify the love between Catwoman and Spider-Man.