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Mistaken Identities, Amazing Rewards	By : courderouge2006 Category: Smallville > General Views: 6080 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Mistaken Identities, Amazing Rewards
- 1
Clark paced the loft, running his hands through his hair. "That was… nothing. It was nothing. No big deal, you just helped Oliver out, and now Lois is off his trail. What happened there, it was nothing. Nothing." He groaned, falling onto the sofa. The bulge in his jeans told him that he was lying to himself. "Oh god…" He looked down at his crotch. "Traitor."
It had been a simple plan. Dress like the Green Arrow, show up to save Lois and Jimmy, and then Oliver shows up to prove to her that he isn't the Green Arrow. It all went great until Lois grabbed him and kissed him.
Laying his head back, his mind drifted to the kiss. Soft, plump lips… her tongue running over his lips… then over his tongue. Clark heard a pop and then something ricocheting around the loft. "What the…?"
Snatching it out of midair, he looked at his palm. "A zipper?"
He barely realized what it meant before the rest of the teeth on the fly of his jeans went flying.
Clark sat quietly, unable to believe what just happened. Even in the days when a hard-on would make his heat vision flare up, he'd never ripped the zipper off a pair of jeans.
Groaning, he shut his eyes, willing his body to calm down but it did no good. He just saw the kiss over and over again in his mind, and that made it all worse.
He'd finally had enough. Laying back on the couch, he figured he just needed to release some pressure, and he'd be fine. He was still a young guy, his sex drive was still high. It didn't mean anything that he'd gotten like this over Lois, it just meant that it had been too long since he had relief. Way too long.
Kicking the ruined jeans away, Clark fished his hard cock out of his boxers and groaned. A growl sounded deep in his chest when he squeezed his cock, feeling the heat and power rush through him. Slowly stroking, he felt the heat burn inside of him, boiling his blood in his veins. Even if he didn't set the drapes on fire every time he got hard nowadays, he knew it was still linked. His body felt on fire when he was… oh hell, his body was on fire when he was horny.
Groaning with every stroke, his memory flashed back. Lois in the pink dress when she was possessed and talked him into taking her to the prom. Lois in those shorts and sports bra she liked to run in. Lois in the bikini out at the lake.
Clark's hand sped up, running over his skin faster. He growled, and then another memory flashed up.
Lois, her hair wet and dangling, in the bathroom using the sink when he was in the shower. Wearing nothing but one of his flannel shirts.
"Oh damn… LOIS!!!" His back arched, hips thrusting up as his muscles locked. Cum rocketed through him, arcing through the air, splashing on his stomach and groin, helping his remaining strokes before he was finally left shivering on the old sofa. His body jerked in orgasmic aftershock, as he finally calmed down, his heart slowing.
A goofy grin on his face, he laid his head back and sighed happily… until he saw the ceiling of the barn was currently on fire. "Damn. That hasn't happened since I was a teenager."
After the fire was extinguished and he was cleaned up, he whistled a cheery tune as he got dressed, pulling on a new pair of jeans. "Ok, there we go. All better. Nothing to it." He reached out to pick up his shirt, a red flannel, when a memory flashed in his mind's eye again and he groaned. Hearing a stitch pop, Clark ground his teeth together. "Maybe this isn't gonna be so easy."
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Clark tossed a hay bale up into the hayloft, trying not to dwell on that afternoon. It had been a few days since the kiss in the alley, and he managed to keep himself in control.
But that control had died a quick, painless death that afternoon.
Clark had gone to the Talon to check in with Chloe about something, and Lois was there too. Chloe had that look on her face, she was up to something. So what was she up to?
Flaunting the fact that the Green Arrow that Lois kissed was a much better kisser than Oliver.
She liked the kiss too.
And that had been the return of little Clark, and even five "quality time" sessions later, three of them in a row in super speed, had done nothing to satiate the little prick.
Clark stopped in mid move, a hay bale perched on his hand as he was ready to toss it up. Even if he was pissed off, he didn't like referring to his own package as a "little" prick. His ego just wouldn't let him. And he knew from years in locker rooms that it just wasn't true. Clark smirked slightly as he tossed the hay bale up, a look of pride flickering over his face, but then he remembered the main problem here and he sighed.
"What the hell is wrong with me?"
"Oooh I love this game. What do I get if I win?"
Clark turned around quickly, seeing Lois standing in the doorway of the barn. "L-Lois, hey. What… what brings you out here?" He grabbed his t-shirt from a post and started to pull it on.
"Now Smallville, no reason to take away the scenery. That's about the nicest thing to look at around here. Of course, we're standing in a barn full of tools and a broken engine, so that's not saying much."
Clark sighed. Only she could hold a guy's ego so high toward the heavens and then stomp it out with a smile on her face. "What do you want Lois?"
She sat down on a bale of hay a few feet in front of him. Clark's eyes immediately went down to her top, taking in the ample cleavage displayed. He gulped, and sat down quickly himself. The last thing he needed was Lois mocking him for staring at her chest.
She leaned back, putting her arms behind her… which only managed to thrust her breasts out even more prominently. Clark reached back to grab a tool, a piece of broken machinery, anything to focus on and not look at her. Grabbing a bolt, he fiddled with it, screwing and unscrewing the nut.
"Well you know Oliver is big on helping orphanages? There's a huge fundraiser for a couple in Metropolis, but he has business taking him out of the country on that night. He hates it, but he can't pass up the opportunity to branch out, he sees it as the better job he does with the company, then the more he can do for all these charities."
Clark just nodded.
"Well, he still asked me to make an appearance. But he doesn't want me there alone, something about horny old investors and all." She laughed. "So he and Chloe both suggested I talk to you about escorting me."
Clark's eyes went wide as he stared down at the bolt in his hands. "Uhhh… I mean, I guess… if it's for a good cause, I'll go with you."
Lois jumped up. "Great! Thank you Smallville, not that I've said it much before. But this is really important, and you're doing me a big favor here. I appreciate it."
"It's no big…" He glanced up to assure her it was nothing, looking right into deep valley of her cleavage, feeling his jeans strain. "It's no big deal Lois, just call me with the details and I'll be glad to help out. But I need to get back to work here if you don't mind."
She smiled and ruffled his hair. "Thanks Smallville, I'll go give your mom the particulars, that way I'm sure you'll actually show up." She smiled at him and turned to walk out of the barn. "Oh hey, did you drop your watch?" She leaned over to pick it up and Clark's fingers splintered the wood of the bench he leaned on when he saw her gorgeous ass in those tight jeans.
He heard another pop a ricochet before he heard Lois yelp. "Ow! Smallville, if you throw something at me again, I'll make sure you regret it, got me?" She rubbed her left ass cheek as she walked out and Clark just whimpered. Oh this was gonna kill him.
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Clark groaned as he walked up the stairs to the apartment over the Talon. He didn't have time to get fitted for a tux, so Oliver had his shipped to the farm. That was all well and good, except Oliver was… wirier than Clark. The tux fit on him like a second skin. Dark black slacks and jacket, crisp white shirt, and a deep green vest with matching tie. "Of course, had to be green. I hate green."
Standing in front of the door, he straightened the jacket and tried to loosen the tie. "Here goes nothing."
He knocked quickly, sticking his hands in his pockets and waiting. The sound of heels clicking over the hardwood rang out on the other side of the door, and Clark straightened up.
When the door opened, he had to hunch over again slightly.
Lois stood in front of him in a deep blue dress, small straps over her smooth shoulders leading down to very snug material that looked like it was stretched to capacity around her chest. The curves of her body… draped in his favorite color… Clark shut his eyes quickly, concentrating to fight off the fire boiling up again.
"Wow Smallville, don't you look dashing? But uh, green isn't really your color." She made a face.
Clark coughed into his hand, not trusting his voice at first. "Yea well… I didn't really have time, it's Oliver's."
She looked at him appraisingly. "Well, I guess we can say deduce that Oliver doesn't really do the farm work thing." She reached out and trailed her hand down his arm, squeezing his bicep lightly. "Nice. Ready to go?"
Clark just nodded and stepped aside, gesturing for her to go ahead. After locking her apartment, Lois walked in front of him and headed down the stairs, giving Clark a good view of her smooth, silky skin down her back… tapering at her waist… and that gorgeous ass.
Lois heard a whoosh and turned back to Clark. "Did you hear something?"
He looked surprised at her question. "Like what? I didn't hear anything."
She looked around, and then sighed. "Guess it was just me." They walked out the front door and Clark locked it for her. "Hey Smallville, do you smell something burning?"
--
The fundraiser was going just fine. Clark was annoyed that he had been mislead into thinking there would be a meal. Apparently this was a "no dinner" dinner, all the money donated, much less expense.
He looked to see Lois talking with another woman, most likely the girlfriend of a friend of Ollie's.
Clark was on his third lap of the ballroom when a waitress approached him. "Champagne sir?"
Clark held his hand up to wave it off, but he figured… "What the hell? It's a party, right?" Taking a glass, he thanked her. Sipping slowly, he saw Lois had moved to another friend.
"Pretty boring, isn't it?"
Clark looked over and saw a man in a tuxedo, hair slicked back, holding a glass of his own. "I'm sorry, did you say something?"
The man chuckled. "It's pretty boring around these things. I would just show up and cut the check, but my shareholders think it's best for me to put on the proper public image. How about you?"
Clark shook his head. "Ah, no money here. I'm chaperoning a friend, her billionaire couldn't make it tonight."
The man laughed again. "So, who are you here representing?"
"Oliver Queen."
The man smiled. "Oliver, yes. He's a friend of mine, we met years ago. This charity is important to both of us."
Clark nodded. "I'm sorry, I'm Clark Kent." He held his hand out to the suave stranger.
The man shook his hand. "Wayne. Bruce Wayne. Nice to meet you Clark. So, who is Oliver's lady? I haven't had the pleasure of meeting her."
Clark gestured to the group of women. "Lois Lane, she's wearing the blue."
Bruce smiled a little bigger. "Well, she is lovely. Perhaps I should introduce myself just in case, heaven forbid, something drives a wedge between the happy couple." He was snapped out of his staring by a low growl he heard rumbling from the air next to him. "Or perhaps not."
The rest of the evening went by fairly well. They had a presentation for their supporter of the year, Bruce Wayne. Lois finagled Clark into the last dance of the night. Clark did his best not to let her feel the effect she had on him, leading to her constantly trying to give him tips on his technique and try to pull him closer.
By the time they were back in the car heading to Smallville, Clark was blinking twice as often to keep the flames in check.
--
"You know Smallville, I can walk myself up to my door, it's not a big deal really."
He sighed, the tie finally loosened around his neck and the top button of the tux undone. "Lois, just humor me. And besides, now you'll have plenty of ammo the next time you need to whip out the 'knight in shining armor' dig at me." Clark stumbled on the next step though, his mind racing to bad places at the idea of Lois whipping out anything.
After a good laugh, Lois opened the door. "How about a nightcap? My way of saying thank you for putting up with the elite of the elite?"
Clark started to say no thanks, but he realized he didn't want to leave yet. Walking into the apartment, he shucked the jacket, taking a deep breath finally. Rolling the sleeves and unbuttoning the shirt, he felt much more comfortable.
Lois came back with two glasses containing ice and amber liquid. "Wow Smallville, that tired of the penguin suit?" Her eyes traveled over his front, down the white tshirt that clung to him.
"Ha ha Lois. Thanks." Sitting down on the sofa, he took a swig and knew this would normally be pretty strong liquor. "What is this?"
"That my friend, is Bacardi 151. Enjoy. I'm going to get changed." Setting her drink down she walked toward the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
Clark took a nother drink and stretched his legs out, leaning his head back.
"Smallville?"
He grunted, sitting up again. "Yea Lois?"
The door to the bathroom opened and she stepped just outside of it. "Can you help me here? The zipper is a little trickier than it was a few hours ago."
Standing, he walked over to her, his eyes drinking in the bare skin of her shoulders. The straps had been tiny, but even so the sight of her bare skin was intoxicating. "Alright… just one second." Laying his hand on her side, he gripped the zipper. A little force and it slowly slid down, baring more of her skin. Her smooth back was exposed to him, not even marred by a bra strap. Clark didn't breathe, the only noise in the apartment was the sound of the zipper sliding down. Stopping just above her… he let go and stepped back. "There you go."
She smiled back over her shoulder. "Thank you Clark." She walked into the bathroom and shut the door back.
Clark stared at the air she had stood in a moment ago, finally snapping out of his daze. Sitting down on the couch, he gulped the rest of the drink down, sighing. The slightly too small tux pants were making things even worse on him.
The door opened and Lois walked out… wearing an oversized blue flannel shirt.
Clark's heart stopped beating.
She laid the dress out on the bed and grabbed for the hanger on her closet door, but dropped it. Lois bent over to pick up the hanger, and the shirt rode up a little more… Clark saw the hint of innocent white cotton just under the hem of his shirt that she had stolen.
And his heart started pumping again. Very hard.
In a flash Clark was behind her, ragged breath pouring out of his body. "Lois."
She turned back to see him right behind her. "Whoa Smallville, you ok? You look a little…" She was cut off, Clark's arms pulling her tight against his body and his mouth claiming hers.
Lois was shocked… at first. Her arms slipped around Clark's neck, her leg sliding against his. Clark picked her up suddenly, his hands cupping her firm ass and her back hit the wall. She graoned, breaking away for air and his lips went to her neck, tracing over her throat. "Oh god… Clark." Her hands moved over the wall, clutching at anything she could. She felt his body grind into hers, one part especially. She moaned, arching her back when a thought suddenly flashed through her mind. Eyes opening wide, she gripped his hair and pulled him up to face her again, kissing him hard.
Clark felt the fires burn white hot as Lois' tongue tickled against his. He whimpered when she pulled back. Opening his eyes, he looked at her. "What's… wrong?"
She stared at him, her face twisted in shock. "You… you set me up!"
Clark stared back. "What… what do you mean?"
"You set me up… and you and Ollie plotted against me! And you made me kiss you!"
Clark held his hand up. "Hold on, you kissed me! And you said it was better than Oliver!"
She grumbled, trying to retaliate. "Well, that's… it doesn't… you know, sometimes you are such an as…" She was cut off by his lips again, making her melt against his hard body. Moaning, she twisted back enough to breathe. "You're still in trouble mister."
Clark pulled her from the wall and carried her to the couch, laying her down. Stripping off the tuxedo shirt, he leaned in, kissing at her neck, teeth nibbling lightly over her skin. His hands moved to the flannel shirt she wore and unbuttoned it slowly, trembling fingers working at normal speed, wanting to savor this. Finally he leaned back and looked down, seeing her round, perfect breasts exposed.
Lois was staring up at him, trying to catch her breath finally when she saw Clark start to twitch. He was blinking, and then Clark stumbled back over the coffee table, his hands clamped over his eyes. Lois slid to the floor next to him. "Clark, what is it? What's wrong?"
He slowly stopped moving, finally moving his hands away and blinking. He wouldn't look over at her. "Lois, we can't… we can't do this yet."
She raised an eyebrow, looking down his body and then chuckling. "Oh I definitely think you can." Her hand traced down his stomach and roamed over the bulge in his tight tuxedo pants.
Clark shut his eyes again, pleading. "Lois! Just… listen to me. We need to talk."
She nodded slowly, scooting back to lean against the sofa. "Ok then… what do we need to talk about?"
Clark pushed himself up onto his elbows and looked over at her before he had to shut his eyes again. "Lois… can you… cover those?"
She looked down and noticed the shirt was still open. She laughed. "Are you that shy Smallville? You sure didn't seem so a minute ago." She complied though, pulling the shirt around her body.
Clark sat up and moved to the coffee table, sitting on the end near her. "I uh… this is kind of a big thing. Not many people know it."
Lois nodded, not saying anything. Even in their heated state, she could tell this was important and she didn't want to push Clark away. Her eyes drifted up his knee to the front of those tight pants. Definitely not.
After a few moments, Clark sighed. "I'm… not from around here."
She smirked. "Duh, I know you're adopted."
He shook his head. "No Lois, I mean I'm not from around here. Here meaning 'Earth'."
She didn't say a word. "If this is your way of saying you don't want to be with me, it's sending a very mixed, and very crazy signal."
Clark shook his head. "No, it's not that at all. I'm really not from around here. I'm from a planet called Krypton. My family sent me here when our planet was destroyed."
Lois didn't move. She watched him, and she knew that at least he thought this was real. So either Clark was very delusional, or… "Go on."
He nodded. "The yellow sun does things to me. Charges me like a battery. I'm strong, I'm fast, I can hear really well. And my eyes… I can shoot heat from them, and I can see through things."
Lois' eyes went wide at that last part. "So you've been peeking at…?"
He held his hands out. "No! Lois, no I swear I've never done that to you."
Her shock turned to a pout. "Why not? I'm not pretty enough?"
Clark was confused. "What? No Lois, you are gorgeous. You're so beautiful. But if I ever got to see… all of you… I'd want it to be because you wanted me to. The Windgate notwithstanding."
She arched her brow. "That wasn't full frontal, farmboy."
He nodded, holding back a chuckle.
She reached up, brushing her fingertips over the skin next to his eye. "So, when you were covering your eyes just then, what was that about?"
Clark gulped. "I uh… I found out I had heat vision when I was in high school. And back then it was linked to when I got excited."
Lois snickered. "So, whenever you get a… happy… your eyes spew flames?"
"No. I've had it under control since I was fifteen. Until a few days ago."
"Well what happened a few…?" Lois suddenly realized. "Oh wow. You mean… us?"
Clark just nodded, not looking up at her.
Lois grinned, and then pounced. Clark was taken by surprise and fell to the floor. "Lois, what are you doing?"
She touched a finger to his lips. "Do you trust me?"
He nodded quickly. "Always."
She smiled and leaned in to kiss him again, softly this time. Her hand trailed down his body again, gripping him through the pants and he groaned. "Don't open your eyes Clark. Not until I say to, alright?"
He nodded again, then groaned when she squeezed his hardness. "Lois, please…"
She smiled. "Not yet farmboy. Just relax." She squeezed his cock again, stroking it through the fabric. She watched his body, his arms tensing and flexing. Pushing his t-shirt up, she watched the tight muscles across his stomach and chest clench as she felt him throb in her hand. She wanted nothing more than to pull his hard cock out and do many dirty, filthy, naughty, fun things with it, but she wanted this first. She wanted… needed to see the truth, that she could make Clark Kent lose control. The mild mannered farmboy who never lost his cool, and she drove him to the point of burning a building down.
Feeling especially naughty, Lois leaned down over him and kissed his chest, tracing her tongue over the hot skin. He felt like he was scalding under her tongue. Smiling agains this chest she leaned over and wrapped her lips around his nipple. His body jerked, and his cock throbbed even bigger. "Oh damn Lois, please!"
With a teasing slurp she pulled back. "Not yet." Leaning in again, she bit the hard nub, tugging with her teeth.
"Lois, I'm gonna… oh god!"
She stroked him faster, watching his face. Leaning closer she kissed his lips again, then whispered, "Tilt your head back Clark." He followed her instructions quickly, his body twitching, moans erupting from his sexy lips. She started stroking faster, pushing him to the edge. She felt him throb again… and again… and… "Now Clark."
His eyes snapped open, fire bursting from them and slamming into the fireplaces.
She felt him cum, felt it jet out of his hard cock and she saw flickers of the fire bursting in sync with his orgasm.
What seemed like an eternity passed before Clark fell to the floor, spent. He gasped for air, shivering when she touched him still, no matter how gently. "Holy shit Lois."
She smiled and moved over, laying her body on top of his. "So you weren't kidding. There is something special about you. 'Course I always knew that."
Clark gave her a goofy grin. "Yea yea, I'm sure."
She lifted her head from his chest. "I did. It maybe took me some time to realize it, but I always did."
Clark looked into her eyes. Brushing her hair back, he smiled. "So beautiful. I wanted to rip that dress off you when you walked out earlier tonight. Looked so damn good on you."
Lois blushed slightly, looking down. "I wore that for you."
He tilted her chin up with his finger, looking into her eyes. "What?"
She nodded. "I know you like blue. And it matches your eyes. So, when you accepted, I changed my dress. Besides, I'm getting tired of green." She made a scrunchy face and Clark just laughed.
Clark wrapped an arm around her back and rolled, flipping her beneath him. "My turn."
Lois' body trembled at the deep rumble of his voice. Clark pushed the shirt open and leaned in, his tongue tracing over the middle of her chest. Her fingers tangled in his hair and she tried guiding him, but it was no use. Clark was taking his time, and he apparently had every intention of teasing her in return. "Dammit Clark, please?"
He just smiled against her skin and slid his tongue lower, tracing the tip along the sensitive underside of her breast. Teeth followed, nipping at the oft neglected flesh. Lois whimpered, biting her lip harder. Clark's tongue moved around, tracing slow circles around the areola, brushing the goose bump covered flesh, but not her hard nipple. He came closer on every circle, but just before he gave her the sweet pleasure he pulled away and started over on her other breast.
"DAMMIT CLARK!"
He just laughed against her skin and kept going. Tracing around the nipple again, he started the slow trace around the skin and heard her huff… then he wrapped his lips around the hard nub immediately, sucking deeply. Lois' back arched, feeding him more of her glorious flesh. Clark ground his still hard cock into her panties, feeling her soak through them. Tugging with his teeth, he heard Lois shriek and let go, mimicking her earlier actions on him.
Clark moved down her body, pressing soft kisses on her stomach… her waist… then the front of her panties. Lois moaned again, and Clark growled with her, tasting her juices through her soaked panties.
Once he tasted her, something primal broke inside of him. His hand moved up, grabbing the panties and ripping them off, immediately covering her with his tongue. Lois gripped his hair, shrieking again as Clark licked her, sliding his tongue along her slit. He pulled her legs to his shoulders and scooted closer, thrusting his tongue deep inside of her.
"OH FUCK CLARK!"
His lips moved to her hard clit, suckling it as his fingers rubbed at her lips, stroking them slowly and then faster.
Lois bucked against his lips and fingers, feeling it growing inside… her hands moved up her body, cupping her breasts and squeezing, pinching her nipples.
Clark felt her shaking harder and smiled. Slipping a finger inside of her he stroked it in and out, teasing her more as he kept licking her clit.
"Oh god Clark, I'm gonna… oh wow… Clark you're gonna make me…"
A smirk crossed his soaked face and Clark slipped into super speed, his finger teasing deep inside of her and his tongue vibrating directly on her clit.
Lois screamed out again, her body almost lifting off the ground as Clark ate her. She gushed, flooding Clark's face. Moving down, he slipped his tongue back into her and licked her quickly again, his finger vibrating against her clit now, pushing her beyond all breaking points.
Lois finally came to minutes later, her body trembling. Lifting her head slowly, she saw Clark still licking her, getting every drop. "Holy shit… what did you do to me?"
Clark just smiled, his face still slick from her cum. "I'm sorry, I won't ever do it again."
"Don't even play like that Clark, that's not funny." She looked like she might actually cry if he took that pleasure from her.
Clark slid up her body and kissed her softly. "Ok then, I'll do it to you every day."
Her face lit up. "Promise?"
Clark had to laugh. "Only you could look so innocent while you're talking about something so dirty."
She kissed him back softly. "Of course. I'm special."
"You definitely are Lois." Clark stood quickly and pulled her up to him. Lois felt his hardness grind against her hip. Picking her up, Clark moved to the bed and laid her down, staring at her bare, gorgeous skin. He pulled the t-shirt over his head and undid the pants, pushing them down and kicking them across the room.
Lois' eyes were glued below his waist, a grin crossing her lips. "Boxer briefs? I thought you were a flannel boxer man."
He shook his head, sighing. "Damn tux was too tight, it felt ridiculous."
She sat up quickly, stopping his hands at the waist of the briefs. "They look good. Let me?"
He looked down into her eyes and could only nod.
Lois kissed just below his navel, tongue flicking over the skin. Her fingers teased along the waistband, slipping just inside and touching his hot skin. Clark moaned and she smiled. Slowly pulling them down, she kissed every inch of exposed skin right down to the root of his hard cock. Clark hissed again and she giggled. Pulling them down further, she traced her tongue along one thick vein along the top.
Clark moaned, hands clenching at his sides. "Lois… what are you… oh damn."
Pulling them the rest of the way down, Lois sat back and stared. "Jesus Clark. I've seen it before but… damn. A grower and a shower, rare. But great." Reaching out she stroked him, feeling the heat centered in his body. "Look at me Clark."
He looked down, whimpering again when he saw her hand wrapped around him. But the last straw was when Lois leaned closer and ran her tongue just over the tip of cockhead, flicking the tip of her tongue across the slit.
Clark grabbed her and moved up the bed, kissing her hard, hungrily. Reaching between them he gripped his cock, lining the head up with her, groaning at the sensation and the heat. "Lois, so hot." He kissed her again, pushing… sliding his thick hardness into her, feeling her wet pussy grip him so tight. He fought the pressure building up inside him and kept pushing, not stopping. One last thrust and he was buried deep inside of her.
Lois was shaking, her arms and legs wrapping around Clark tighter, holding him against her. "Don't move."
Clark groaned. "Want to move." And he did, pulling his hard cock out slowly, then driving it deep again. Lois moaned out again, her fingers clinging to his back.
"Clark, yesss!"
He pulled back again, driving deep… and again… and again. Clark thrust his cock into her, faster, deeper. He heard Lois' sweet pussy grip him, and the sweet lewd sounds of her juices as he drove deep again. "So tight. Oh god Lois!"
She moved her hands up to his hair, burying them deep in his raven locks. Pressing her forehead to his, she nipped at his lips, sucking the bottom lip, biting it. "Yes Clark, more!"
He felt his blood boiling, felt it building. He knew he wouldn't last long, not with her… not this time. But there were more times to come, he knew there were. He wasn't giving her up, no matter how many billionaires he had to go through.
She clung to him tighter. "Clark, I'm gonna… oh god… please don't stop!"
He could only laugh. Stopping now would kill him, he knew it. The job that countless enemies and Kryptonite had been unable to finish, Lois could accomplish if she took this from him. "Never… never stop Lois!"
The two bodies collided, drinking in each other, trembling against each other.
Clark's thrusts grew erratic, having to force his body to follow through. He wanted to bury himself deep and release, flood her and take her for his own. But he wanted more, he was greedy. He couldn't stop thrusting into her.
Lois felt herself going over the edge. "Clark, yes… please… cum with me!"
He drove himself deep once more, buried fully inside of her and screamed her name.
She trapped him against her body, clinging with all she had left and screamed his name.
Many minutes passed before either could move. Clark slowly started to pull his still hard cock from her, but she pulled him back with her legs. "No… not yet."
Staring into her eyes, he nodded. Rolling over he pulled her body onto his, shivering at the sensation of her moving around him again.
Lois smiled and laid her head on his chest. She finally opened her eyes again and then pushed herself up off of him, looking around. "The nightstand is taller."
Clark looked over with her and then he glanced over the edge, chuckling. "No. I think we just broke the bed."
Lois looked where he was and shrugged. "It was too tall anyway." She laid her head on his chest again, hearing his heart pumping loudly.
Clark listened to her breathing for a while, his fingers brushing her hair back from her face. "Lois… I don't want to mess anything up here… but what about…?"
"Ollie?" she finished for him.
"Yea, Oliver."
Lois sighed, tracing her finger over Clark's pec. "Well, he's going to have to be a grown up about this. I mean, he is the one who said something about it months ago, remember?"
Clark chuckled, remembering the dig Oliver had aimed at him. "Yea. Maybe he won't take it so badly."
Lois looked up at him, propping her chin up. "No matter what, I'm not going anywhere, ok?"
Clark nodded. "Me either." He kissed her lips softly again, and held her close through the night.
--
(Ten minutes earlier)
Oliver had made it back from the trip early and wanted to surprise Lois at her place, but he ended up getting the surprise.
"Clark, I'm gonna… oh god… please don't stop!"
"Never… never stop Lois!"
Sighing, he looked at the flowers in his hand, then at the door. "Well damn. Guess I was right about that one."
He walked back to the front door, part of him disappointed about this sudden change… but the other part of him smiled. "Lois and Clark. This is gonna get interesting."
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