NBA players, football players, black or white or brown, it didn't matter. Height didn't matter. Cock-wise, Aaron was the biggest. He proved it too. He fucked every woman that wanted him at the pool in a matter of hours.
Selina and Tamara were among them, and the last ones standing too. Once Tamara was completely down, her pussy and asshole filled several times over and bubbling with his cum, Aaron chose to move onto another section of Hedonism. An iconic section that every man went to at least once out of curiosity.
The glory hole.
One side for the males, the other side for females.
Selina gave a wink as she went to the female side. "It's always fun to see other chicks try you out," Selina explained. The hot cat lady gave him a kiss on the cheek before disappearing.
Aaron opened the brown door to the male glory hole side. The floor and the ceiling was made of dark spruce wooden planks. To the left side were the holes themselves, each separated by a foot of distance. A pungent smell of sex wafted over. Almost immediately, the thwap of his cock was noted.
"Sweet mother of Jesus—that is what I call a man!"
Aaron was sincerely surprised that a dude would want to talk to him jovially. He was a black man with perfect English, probably not Jamaican, and with a widow's peak. He wasn't particularly attractive or unattractive, and he wasn't particularly hung or small either.
"You white boys seriously gotta take it to another level." The black man shook his head and laughed heartily. "Aaron Cash is the name."
Aaron blinked. "Aaron."
"Huh?"
"Aaron Reigner."
A pause. A long pause. Aaron Cash looked at the hung white man with the same name as him, bottom-to-top. This other Aaron had a cock that was literally triple his size.
However, Aaron was doing the same. He was scanning this man, noting that his left hand was a hyper realistic prosthetic made by Wayne Tech.
"Gotham?"
"You from Gotham, ain't ya?"
A small finger to point at each other. What a coincidence!
"Haha, two Aarons in the house and both from Gotham."
They shook hands and Aaron—the other one—gestured to follow. "We'll be starting up in five minutes." Cash gestured again to a custodian. With gloves and a towel, he was cleaning the holes and the floor. Scrubbing it to perfection. Aaron was impressed by his dedication, this random janitor was the only who with clothes and the only one not to look.
"Is there a schedule?"
"Somethin' like that," Cash said. "More like a break. Not everyone has huge balls that can spew out a billion loads."
"Right…"
"You make it sound like you can."
"..."
This glory hole section had others obviously and they were shocked by the sound of thwap, thwap, thwap, from the fresh new guy on the block. Some were leaning on the wall or sitting or pumping to wait for the next turn. Seeing Aaron made every male in the room's confidence crash.
"Look," Cash began, glancing over, "I don't wanna be loud but goddamn! That thing is huge!"
"Thanks."
"Ya know, out here, they make fun of us Gothamites for being small. But damn, with you, our average is going straight up! You plan to nut in every single lady?" Aaron Cash asked, half-joking.
"I'll do my best."
They were standing around. Cash crossed his arms, leaning beside a hole. "You fucked anyone yet?"
"Tamara Fox."
"Wait, wait…all those shrieks from the pool area…that was you!?" Aaron nodded. The other Aaron whistled. "Damn, makes sense. That rich bitch was really picky about size. Rejected me in a single look. But you're a lucky bastard! You know how rich she is? You're set for life."
Right, as a Gotham citizen, bagging Tamara Fox was a huge deal. The men eavesdropping didn't realize the big deal. The Arkham Asylum guard snickered, noticing their confusion.
"White or black, it don't matter. Gotham is Gotham. Especially out here…trust me, some guys hate us 'cuz they ain't us."
Aaron joined him, arms crossed and everything. He glanced at him with some meaning. "What happened to your hand if you don't mind my asking?"
The fingers of his left hand flexed with mechanical clicks. It wasn't too difficult to heart. "Killer Croc. I worked at Arkham Asylum and what happened happened. Nowadays though, that kind of stunt would never happen."
"Oh?"
"Lucius Fox really changed shit. I'm on vacation leave, see, that's why I'm here." Cash laughed. "Can you believe that? An Arkham Asylum guard getting vacation leave? Ridiculous. The city really has changed."
A swell of pride thrummed his heart. Gotham had changed. Gotham was changing. Not only for ordinary people but for those with shitty jobs too. What was considered the worst of the worst, a job in Arkham Asylum, was becoming something manageable.
Aaron Cash: a Gothamite through and through, who spent his entire working life serving the city's law enforcement and security services, who wanted nothing but to improve the city, was now on vacation. Ten years ago, hell four years ago, that wouldn't have been possible for people like him. Bruce, Jim Gordon, Aaron Cash, these were the kinds of men that did everything in their power to make things better.
And they were. They were getting better. They were better.
"Now a question from me to you…how can I get meat that big?"
A beat and then a synchronized chuckle. He was only joking. Mostly.
"You have someone in mind you want?" Aaron asked.
Cash's reply was accompanied with a big smile. "Onyx Adams, the Queen of Hedonism. Nice and tall and athletic, just like I like 'em."
"Queen?"
"I hear she comes here often, except she doesn't actually fuck around. She has super high standards, you feel me? Buddy of mine, William North, he was one of the lucky ones. Bald bastard got squeezed like a lemon. Couldn't nut for a good month."
A month? Sheesh, talk about extreme. "Want me to help you bag her?"
"Help me?" Cash pointedly looked down at Aaron's schlong. "My white brother, it would be impossible for me to bag her when you're even remotely close." A peak again. "Seriously, bro, that is the biggest dick I have ever seen. I'm seven inches on my best day—"
Clap, clap. Not lewd claps from sex but a friendly applause.
"I know only one dude with a schlong that big."
Aaron's ears felt like they were playing tricks. His head turn was in slow motion. He blinked thrice. "Todd? Noah?"
Todd—neat black hair, scrawny build. Noah—dark-skinned, over six feet tall, jacked like a girl recently broke up with him, and with greys in his coiled hair. The two he met during the Harley-Ivy attack. The two he befriended and talked to all the time when he worked at Wayne Tech. He played basketball with them on the weekends when he had the time. It wasn't a regular thing, only when he had to clear his head or something.
"Hey buddy, what's up!" Todd flashed a grin and then extended a hand. Aaron was about to take it only for Noah to pull back. "Too slow! Haha!"
He wasn't annoyed. These two were probably his only real civilian friends. Aaron laughed and completely uncrossed his arms. He felt himself relaxing. "I can't believe you two are here. It's been a while."
"A while? You mean months," Todd exclaimed. "You know, you never did tell us how and why you quit. What do you even do?"
Oh, right. He was a chef at the Wayne Mansion, something Bruce said not to tell anyone.
"Jamaica ain't cheap either," Noah added. "Tickets were expensive, tour was expensive, this place was expensive…"
"Right, how did you get in here?"
Noah and Todd shared looks. "Tamara Fox came in," Todd said, laughing nervously. "And, well, she wanted somebody to take them, nobody did, she did a raffle, and well…here we are."
"Right…" Aaron looked between them. "Still a bit weird how you two came together."
Todd didn't miss a beat. "Noah was self-concious—"
"I was not!"
Between the two, the scrawny white guy had a bigger dick than the muscled black Noah. Which kinda made it worse in some respects.
Todd ignored his friend. "I'm average but kinda ugly and Noah got a one inch numb but is good-looking—"
"Todd, shut up."
"So it was a strategy." Aaron snorted. "Nice one, guys."
"Hey, not all of us had massive dongs, a six-pack, and a majestic face." Todd glanced down. He blew out some air through his mouth. "And Jesus, man, did that thing get bigger since the Harley-Ivy attack? What do you feed it?"
Noah huffed and looked. Poor guy. He was attractive enough, just not blessed down there. "I did hear some lucky men gained certain…aptitude after the matter."
Todd snickered and leaned forward to whisper, "He's jealous 'cuz he didn't get it."
"Todd?"
"Yuh-huh."
"Shut up."
Todd cackled. "Come on, dude, everyone wants a bigger dick. No shame in it."
"Anyway," Noah huffed in a deep voice. "What's your deal, Aaron? Aren't you married or something?"
"More of an…engagement. Of sorts. We have an open relationship."
"Damn, an open relationship?" That was the other Aaron speaking, the armless one. "You from New York now? We Gothamites are supposed to be the monogamous ones."
"Ohh, you're from Gotham too!" Todd exclaimed. "Nice to meet you, I'm Todd!"
Introductions were in order. They went around, briefly discussing their work, with both Noah and Todd being impressed and shocked that he worked at Arkham Asylum.
"No offence—actually, full offence," Todd began, "but you guys are shit are your jobs. Like, I swear, Arkham Asylum is the most insecure prison ever. Joker gets up every other weak."
"It's not a prison," Cash shot back.
"Wait, then why do we send Joker there?"
"I dunno, ask the damn judges, not me!" Cash grumbled. "We just keep 'em locked up."
"Ah-hah! So it is a prison."
Noah groaned. "Todd, please shut up."
"Anyway, Aaron!" Todd put both hands on his hips and beamed. "The whole gang is back together. You know, from the attack! Even Giovanni!"
"He's here?"
"Yep! Won the lottery like us! There were six tickets!"
"Hm. What's he up to?"
"Plowing his girl in the hotel area," Noah answered.
Benita, the lady in the long orange dreads. Aaron remembered pounding away at her.
"Yeah, that dude pretty much can only fuck her ass after what you did, man." Todd sighed when he looked at the flaccid ten inch monster that was Aaron's dick. "Genuinely how is his dick so big…" Another sigh. "This isn't fair…"
Noah was the same, thinking, "That's like ten of my penises."
Because in spite of being friends, they were still men and Aaron's boggled the mind. Luckily, Noah and Todd were friends and did know him so it wasn't as bad as it could be.
"How does he even have the bloodflow to fill that thing, seriously…?"
"This how those college snow bunnies be taking D1 athletes off the market."
"I'm a D1 athlete and I would give anything to be that big. His soft cock is probably twice the size of my hard cock, damn."
There was a small ring. The janitor was finished. Aaron surmised that meant it was time.
"Alright, boys," Cash announced, "let's line-up."
Every man proceeded to line up, go to their hole, and get hard. To plunge through the hole required a full erection. For someone like Noah who was a grower, that was especially true. For Aaron, the elite of BWCs, flaccid or hard, it didn't matter. He shoved his cock through the glory hole and awaited.
'I wonder who I'll get.'
…
…
…
The women's side. In Hedonism, there tended to be more foreign women than local women. To contrast, the male side had more local males.
"A weekend fling? Really?"
"Mhm! Me and my husband were on break, so I went to a bar and got his attention. It was coincidence, really, it's like I knew a Major League All-Star was going to drink. Funnily, I only knew his face because my husband watched so much."
"Does he know?"
"Hehe, he swung a big bat so no."
"Girl—!"
The giggles and the conversations were not dissimilar to the men's. Women objectified, women compared, and they did everything else that might seem petty.
"Years ago, I fucked a guy who played for the Indiana Pacers. Won't tell his name but I can definitely say that tall guys like them have the equipment to match their big bodies."
"Hehe~!"
One major difference between the male and female side were the benches and the tables with sex toys. Men tended to outnumber women three to one in Hedonism II.
When Selina Kyle arrived, a majority of women sat and chatted. If they did stand, they did so in groups.
Save one.
The pseudo-queen of Hedonism II: Onyx Adams, a raw athlete with femininity. Standing nearly six feet tall, her ebony figure filled the space around her without apology. Her chest rose firmly under the tight line of her black top, not exaggerated, but perfect in proportion to the taut musculature that framed it. Her waist narrowed just enough to emphasize the swell of her hips and the promise of power coiled in her thighs.
"Not naked, hm…" Selina hummed.
Onyx's hair was short with a shaved line. It made her jawline sharper, her cheekbones higher, drawing attention to lips painted dark and full. She was magnetic, the kind of beauty that struck you first as dangerous before the heat of desire crept in.
Onyx Adams was a picky woman. Desperate pathetic cocks appeared through the holes. She clicked her tongue, arms crossed, and looked away. That was when she saw Selina.
"Selina Kyle…"
Selina Kyle smiled. From the rumblings, she knew of this so-called "queen" of Hedonism. Onyx Adams was no stranger to her and Selina strutted up right up to her.
[ Source: Catwoman #41 (2018) ]
"Well, well, if it isn't my second favourite hunk, nice to see you."
There was no animosity. Like Bruce, she was a hunk with big arms. She had a type. She was the only vigilante other than Batman and his associates allowed to patrol Gotham. A rogue lowlife from the League of Assassins to some. To Selina, a good friend.
A long diamond-shaped golden earring hung from her ear. "Ooh, that's new! And shiny!"
Onyx snorted. She finally sighed and spoke to her. "So what's Batman's lady doin' here? Or are ya'll on break again?"
"Nope! New boyfriend, new cock!" Selina sat down on the bench behind her. Onyx did a join. "You look like you're waiting for a new cock too."
"Something like that."
Onyx wasn't nude so she stood out.
"You wanna get fucked by a good dick, don't you?"
"...we all have needs," Onyx said simply.
Selina laughed. She then pointed. "How about that one?" The first cock was white and stout. This was Todd's. A little on the skinny side, he had some length to him.
"Definitely above average," Onyx noted. "But still too close to average."
"How cold~"
The second dick Selina pointed was Noah's. He was smaller, plain and simple. From what she saw of his pelvis, he seemed muscular.
"Too bad his cock can't match up," Onyx remarked. "Can't reach deep enough."
"Talk about cruel. You should be nicer to average guys."
"I'm not like you. I don't stick to a four incher just because he's rich. You either have the dick or you don't."
Selina whistled. "Sorry, Brucie."
Onyx only let a reaction upon Aaron Cash, the Arkham guard. He was already dripping and had an inch on Todd. He was girthier too.
Unfortunately, nobody was reaching eight inches. She sighed and was about to leave when Selina sprung to her feet and pushed on her shoulder.
"Come now, you shouldn't leave before saying my boytoy~!"
"Boytoy?" Onyx snorted. "Right, sorry if I think your standards are smaller than mine, Selina."
"Look, just look!"
On a whim, she followed Selina's finger.
The black woman was uberconfident. The black woman was never fazed.
"W-what the fuck…"
Aaron Reigner was the last one to pull through and for good reason. Otherwise, all the chicks would have gone to him. Flaccid and easily dwarfing every dick sticking out the glory hole was a white thing that couldn't be measured by a single ruler. From a distance, Onyx counted the inches and found her throat drying.
"So?" Selina hung on her shoulder, grinning. "That's him. Any thoughts?"
Selina knew. Oh she knew. That massive cock was SO beautiful and let's not forget about those balls. So big and heavy and beautiful.
"I…" Onyx blinked and gulped. Her eyes were wide, in shock, and furrowed in a twisted sense of competition. "I fucking need them in my mouth and plaping against my asshole."
She wasn't the only one. The first couple of comments are rolling around:
"That dude's balls are the same size as your hubby's cock…"
"Oh my god…"
Once Aaron Reigner appeared, the ladies that had been tending to Aaron Cash and Todd glanced over and were magnetised. Imagine being flaccid and being bigger than everyone. That was Aaron's way.
Already, the women that did see it were there to examine it: whispering, cooing, and comparing it to their boyfriends. Pathetic, Selina thought. Their men couldn't hold a candle to Aaron. The women crowded around, their fingers brushing against his shaft, their tongues flicking out to taste him. One knelt, her hands cupping his heavy balls, rolling them in her palms like they were sacred.
"Oh my god," one gasped, her voice trembling. "It's… it's so much bigger than anything I've ever seen. My boyfriend's tiny compared to this." She leaned down, her lips wrapping around his shaft, sucking gently. Another woman followed, her tongue darting out to lick the underside, tracing the veins that pulsed faintly beneath his skin.
Selina's smirk deepened. 'Of course they're obsessed,' she thought. Aaron's cock was in a league of its own—long, thick, and growing harder by the second. She could see it now, the way it twitched, the way it swelled as the women worked him over. His softness gave way to rigidity, his length stretching to an almost impossible fourteen inches. The women gasped, their hands and mouths working frantically to keep up.
Fourteen fucking inches.
This was Jamaica. This was a resort meant for big cocks, yet the ladies were still shocked.
One woman decided to just suckle and worship his balls. A second woman sealed her lips sealing around the tip, sucking hard. Another woman joined her, licking his other testicle with abandon, her tongue sliding over every inch of his sac.
"This cock… it's fucking divine," she mumbled between licks.
Three women total.
Aaron couldn't last. Selina giggled. Badass as he might have thought himself to be, he was a quickshot. No amount of godhood could change that.
Onyx literally flinched when the very first rope of cum struck at her feet. It was a long fifteen feet distance between her and the glory hole and some-fucking-how, it crossed the distance. Everybody was in shock. Then came the rest.
It was a mess. It was a shower of cum. A cock raging and twitching higher and higher and soaring across the floor. The sight of a huge string of white hanging in the air before gravity struck and forced it to the floor was a beholden one.
Three women total, all lathered in sticky white cum. From elbows to breasts, his seed dripped. At this point, women were starting to leave their old cocks. A crowd was emerging.
Not if Onyx had anything to do with it.
Onyx Adams pushed through the crowd, her muscles giving her an advantage. "Move," she snapped, shoving a woman aside with sheer confidence. The three women were already getting dragged, so Onyx tossed aside the women responsible for the dragging.
As soon as they noticed this black woman wasn't naked, was in a black top and black shorts, they realized they should back off. This was Onyx. This was the gal they shouldn't mess with.
"Holy cock." Onyx inhaled. Fourteen fucking inches was insane and it poked her stomach as she stood.
The black woman dropped down, her eyes widening as she took in Aaron's monstrous erection. "Oh my fucking god," Onyx breathed, her voice low and full of awe. "This is a real man. Holy shit, I need this."
His balls hung low in a satchel that could have held her fists. His cock stretched far and wide. With Onyx, however, there was a moment of peace. It was decided between the twenty-some women in a circle: it was the queen's turn. Everyone would get their turn but this black muscular babe was going first.
On the bench, a lone woman sat. Selina watched with pride swelling in her chest.
Onyx, a black woman that prided herself on being single, smiled and gobbled up with the mushroom cockhead.
Onyx was good—no choking, no gagging, just smooth, deliberate movements. Her big lips were most advantageous here.
'Good girl,' Selina thought. This was how it was done.
She didn't stroke him or massage his balls. She didn't overcommit. She sucked the tip and left the rest of the black cock alone. A hand did end up settling on the middle section only so that she could keep it steady. Nothing more.
The contrast between skin tones was hot. Onyx was a black-black woman. Not a lightskin, somebody with skin tone that was umber and ebony. That wasn't to say Tamara or the other black women Aaron fucked with weren't dark, but Onyx was especially so.
"That's it," Selina murmured under her breath. "Worship him."
The other women looked on, jealous but mesmerized. "She's going to make him cum," one whispered. "I want it too."
Onyx shot out a glare from the corner of her eye. "No sharing! Not this time!" she said without words, with a huge cock in her mouth. Only Onyx could make a threat while having a dick in her mouth. Ha.
On the other end…
"Good girl! This is how it's done…!"
Aaron Reigner was sighing in relief. This dicksucker was a pro! No crazy choking or gagging. No exaggerated drooling. She kept her lips supple, lovingly wrapped around his thick cock. She bobbed up and down and never strayed.
Surrender and submit.
Worship the White Phallus.
All the other guys were grumbling.
"Where did my chick go," Cash murmured. "Come on…"
Noah grunted and pulled out. "...fucking hell."
Todd sighed. He glanced at Aaron. He went last. He took his sweet, sweet time unfurling his cock and balls through the hole, and shortly after that, all the other men started losing attention. They tried not to give up hope. "Come on, Noah, maybe they're just, uh…maybe they'll be done," he ended lamely.
Noah grunted, face-palmed, sighed, and decided to put his dick back through.
Spoilers: until Aaron Reigner was done, nobody was getting pussy tonight.
"Gonna cum…!"
Aaron's announcements came as no surprise. He probably had half a dozen sluts trying to suck his dick. There was a sort-of sigh that escaped all the men. Aaron was the main character and everyone else was a background NPC and that was the way it was.
On the other sid-e—
"Mmmppph!"
Onyx sensed it. The stud's thighs tensed, and then it happened—thick ropes of cum shot out, hitting Onyx's tongue before spilling over her lips and onto the floor. Way too much for her to swallow. The women scrambled to catch what they could, their fingers and tongues desperate for a taste.
Onyx flinched. Spurt, spurt! Spuuurt! "J-Jesus—" She was interrupted by another blast of cum on her face. She gasped. Additional cumshots followed. "O-okay, I get it—" He nutted a lot. But seriously? This much? Her top was made of a fine black material and now it was ruined.
Funny how the experienced black lady straight up said with an eye closing, "I-it's still going?"
Spurts, spurt, spuuurt!
Yep, it was.
Selina understood Onyx's awe and shock. She for real didn't understand it either.
When it ended, the whole women's section fell silent. Everyone was looking. A stray cumshot from a lesser men landed on a woman's tits. She didn't even notice, because Aaron's dribble after-cum let out more than his whole fucking load. It was insane. Like a leaky faucet, cum drooled down. The floor was not made of the same spruce wood as the male side. It was a special marble that dissolved the thick baby batter into liquid to get sucked into the drain.
"Wow," Onyx said, pulling back as the flow of after-cum (a new fucking term, honestly) continued falling. "Seriously, damn. That nut looked like he was just taking a piss. That's…ha, that's crazy."
Selina chuckled softly, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Her Aaron had done it again. His cock was still throbbing, still leaking cum as the women fought over the last drops.
Onyx wiped her lips. Selina approached and folded her arms.
"So…?"
Onyx stared at the steely white pipe. It wasn't going down and everybody knew it. "A long time ago, I decided most really masculine big dick guys are gonna be assholes. So you either have to decide between orgasms or peace."
"And…?"
"This dude could be the biggest asshole in the world, I don't care. The real question is: can I afford to not be able to walk for a few days?"
She smirked. Onyx was smirking. She wanted this dick. She wanted it bad.
"Ay, you. Guy behind the hole. I wanna fuck you. What'll it take?"
Aaron's answer came after a beat: "Tell the other chicks to help my friends: Todd, Noah, and Cash. They're the ones beside me. Oh, and one more load. Deepthroat only. Then I'll consider fucking you."
Onyx smirked. "I choose cock over oxygen."
"My cock hasn't been—oh!"
A kiss to the tip of the white cock. Onyx wanted Aaron fuck her right there. Her pussy was dripping and ready for his monster cock. And he said he needed her to make him cum again?
No problem.
"Don't underestimate black women."
That was the final remark before she dived in again. Aaron did not expect her to deepthroat thirteen inches like a mad woman. He did not expect her to furiously throat down his cock like it meant nothing.
He read her memories.
"O-oh fuck—!"
Onyx Adams: a former member of the League of Assassins, a friend and ally of Green Arrow, an agent of Batman working, former bodyguard of Orpheus, schooled in all known assassin techniques, and one of Cassandra's mentors.
All peak humans were good at sex. All master martial artists were great at sex. The very best like Cassadnra, Lady Shiva, and Black Canary were godly at sex.
Onyx fit into that category too. She was up there in skill and, unlike them, she got around. She was not a virgin who grew like Cassandra. She did not stay loyal to one or two men like Black Canary and Lady Shiva.
Onyx Adams fucked.
This, right here, was the biggest cock she had ever seen or dealt with and she was trained for it. If it wasn't for the hole, she would have slammed into his pelvis. Luckily, that was the sole reason the fourteen inch was taken.
"Fuck, fuck—!"
She showed that hung bastard Aaron. She made him hold on for dear life. Onyx was TAKING HIS SOUL! She had the white stud whimpering.
And she devoured his cum.
Aaron didn't even realize when he nutted, only that he did.
Except Onyx didn't completely skill gap him. His balls were in a league of their own; so much cum spewed out and it was so thick that it smothered her. Put simply, she couldn't swallow it all.
The masterfully trained Onyx Adam was gasping for breath and let him taint her like he did all the other girls.
"S-so…" She heaved and wiped the cum off her forehead. Onyx was smirking. "Was that good enough?"
Aaron was dutifully impressed. He didn't think he'd find anyone impressive here. "The world sure is a big place," he told himself. He glanced over to his friends. Noah was making that, "Wait, no, you're making me cum too early" face.
Todd was groaning. Cash was having three Jamaican chicks play with his dick.
"You were true to your word," Aaron said. "Let's meet outside."
"Let's."
The cock withdrew. Cue the mewls of disappointment. But, at least, there were other decent cocks to fuck. These nobodies didn't deserve Aaron, but people like Aaron Cash and Todd were good enough.
Onyx took a quick shower before she did. The door were located at the far side. Stepping out the door meant immediately encountering the males.
Onyx Adams, the queen of Hedonism II, had always been untouchable, her standards so high that no man had ever come close to meeting them.
"Ahh…"
Aaron was waiting for her, standing like a fucking god, his fourteen-inch cock throbbing, veins pulsing along its length, his balls hanging heavy and full between his legs like twin weights of pure dominance.
Onyx smiled and grinned like a warrior. She had never seen anything like it. No man had ever made her feel small, but Aaron? He made her feel owned before he even touched her.
"You wanted to see it. You wanted to fuck me. Here I am."
Aaron Reigner versus Onyx Adams. White man versus black woman.
It was time.