Clark Kent slammed Lois against the wall of her cramped Metropolis apartment, his glasses fogging from the heat pouring off their bodies. "You want it raw tonight?" he growled, voice low and rough like gravel under boots. He didn't wait for an answer. His hands tore at her blouse, buttons popping and scattering across the floor. Her tits spilled out, nipples already hard, and he latched onto one, sucking hard enough to make her gasp and grind her hips forward.
Lois moaned, fingers digging into his shoulders. "Fuck, Clark, don't hold back. I know what you're packing under those stupid suits." She reached down and squeezed the thick bulge in his pants. It throbbed, huge and insistent, straining the fabric like it wanted to rip free on its own. Clark yanked his belt open, shoved his trousers down, and his cock sprang out heavy and veined, the head already slick with precum. It was bigger than any normal man's, Kryptonian power making every inch steel-hard and ready to wreck her.
He spun her around, bent her over the kitchen table, and kicked her legs apart. "Spread for me, Lane. Show me that wet pussy." She did, arching her back, and he didn't tease. He lined up and drove in deep with one thrust, burying every inch until his balls slapped her ass. Lois cried out, the stretch burning so good she clawed at the wood. Clark fucked her hard from the start, hips snapping fast, the table creaking under the force. Each slam sent her tits swinging and her juices dripping down her thighs.
"Goddamn, you're tight," he grunted, one hand fisting her hair to pull her head back. "Take that cock.
Take every super-powered inch." He pounded deeper, using just enough strength to make the legs of the table scrape the floor but not break anything. His free hand reached around to rub her clit in rough circles, fingers slick from how soaked she was. Lois pushed back to meet every thrust, panting filthy encouragement. "Harder, you fucking alien stud. Ruin me with that dick."
Clark obliged, speeding up until the wet slap of skin on skin filled the room. He pulled out suddenly, flipped her onto her back on the table, and shoved back in, watching her face twist in pleasure. Her legs locked around his waist as he drilled into her, cock glistening with her cream every time he withdrew. Sweat beaded on his chest; the mild-mannered reporter mask was gone, replaced by pure animal hunger. He leaned down and bit her neck, sucking a mark while his balls tightened.
Lois came first, clamping around him with a shout, her pussy pulsing and gushing. Clark didn't stop. He kept fucking her through it, chasing his own release with short, brutal strokes. "Gonna fill you up," he warned, voice strained. "Gonna pump you full." With a final growl he buried himself to the hilt and came, cock jerking as thick ropes of cum flooded her. It overflowed, leaking out around his shaft and down her ass as he kept grinding through the aftershocks.
They stayed locked together for a moment, breathing hard. Clark eased out slowly, watching his load drip from her swollen cunt. He dropped to his knees without a word and licked her clean, tongue dragging through the mess of their mixed fluids. Lois whimpered, oversensitive but greedy for more. She grabbed his hair and held him there until he had her coming again on his face, thighs shaking around his head.
When he stood, his cock was already half-hard again, Kryptonian stamina kicking in. Lois grinned, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Round two in the shower. And this time I want you to use those hands. Don't be gentle." Clark lifted her like she weighed nothing, carried her down the hall, and kicked the bathroom door shut behind them. The water was still running when the first moans started up again, louder than before.
