Cosplay girl

(Continued from this post)

Zatanna sank to the floor and looked up at me lustfully. “Master,” she purred, “I’m yours. Tell me how I can please you, please…”

“I’m going to let you figure that out,” I replied. “I am evil, after all.”

She groaned and rolled onto her back. “Please…” she moaned, running her hands over her breasts and down her torso. “I need you to use me so badly…”

I considered teasing her more, but I was getting hard watching her beg, even after all the sex I’d had in the last couple of days. A side effect of Ivy’s treatment, maybe?

Regardless, I stripped and then knelt by Zatanna’s face. “Stay on your back,” I said. “And no hands.”

“Yes, yes, yessss…” she murmured as she squirmed into position to suck my cock. While she did, I unbuttoned her jacket and ran my hands over the smooth material of her costume.

Then her lips engulfed my cock and her eager tongue started to work. I couldn’t help a little bit of an evil laugh as I started to feed my own pleasure into her mind. “My pleasure is your pleasure, Zatanna,” I told her. “Never forget that. All that matters is pleasing me.”

She moaned her assent around my cock and redoubled her efforts. I soon came down her throat, and triggered her orgasm as well, my cock muffling her cries of pleasure.

“Now then,” I said when I had my breath back. “Let’s get to work.”

(To be continued…)