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Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica/Fantasy
Description: You have never, ever, met a superhero like this one! Be prepared for a rip-roaring, and erotically delightful, adventure of a very unique form of superhero who not only protects his city but manages to also ... well, you're just going to have to read THE UNINHIBITED ADVENTURES OF A VERY HORNY SUPERHERO by our very own J. TROY SEATE to see what he, and his superhero creation, get up to!
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler,
eBookwise Release Date: September 2011

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [76 KB]
Words: 15643
Reading time: 44-62 min.

INTRODUCTION

Twenty stories up was a long way down. But ten feet across? That wasn't much. He walked to the far edge of the roof gauging his approach. He felt the current rushing through him, his need growing stronger. He pictured himself leaping and landing on the far building. He took a deep breath and started his run to the opposite side of the roof. He stepped on a raised finishing stone and leaped into the night.

For an instant, flight was possible. Then he felt gravity's pull, but not until he was over the edge of the apartment building. He landed roughly and had to walk the kinks out. He headed for the roof's access door that would lead down to the appropriate floor.

Before descending, he removed his outer suit and hid it behind a vent to be retrieved following his mission. Entering a building was always risky. He scanned the walls and ceiling for cameras and saw none. He took the stairway down to the eleventh floor. With no one in the hallway, he stepped quietly and quickly to Apartment 1104, found the hidden key in the decorative planter, and slid it into the keyhole.

He turned the doorknob and pushed. He listened, entered the dark apartment, stood for a moment -- and smelled her.

A perfume, sensual and compelling. His eyes adjusted and he saw the open bedroom door. He sniffed the air again and listened for movement. The apartment was asleep, but surely she was not.

He crossed to the open bedroom. Her drapes were pulled back, open to the skyscraper lights. A three-quarter moon hung above the buildings, a perfect setting for the perfect seduction. She lay bathed in the moonlight. She'd tossed back her bedcovers and lay naked on a dark sheet. His night vision sharpened as he made out her dark hair haloed around the profile of her face. He could see the shading of her brown nipples and the darker triangle between her thighs.

He savored her beauty and felt the sheer thrill of invading her private world -- one completely different from his public world as a prosecutor for the District Attorney's office. He was instantly in lust like a match firing in the night.

Her head turned slightly, sensing him. "I thought you'd never arrive."

"Fighting crime doesn't have a timekeeper." The man removed his black jogging suit, but the mask she had seen drawn in the Zenith-Telegram covered his face.

A moonbeam caught his cock as it began to rise. Naked except for the mask, he walked to the bed so she cold better observe his unusual organ.

"It's--" She didn't know how to describe its movement. "Undulating."

"And it wants you, Donna Duncan, desperately."

"Who am I to refuse Zenith's masked champion. Come, Lancelot, and do as you choose."

Below his mask, his exposed lips kissed hers. The mix of her perspiration and perfume tasted good. Donna spread her legs without hesitation in anticipation of the vibrating cock.

"They should call you Super-Dick," Donna breathed.

Russell Remington put his finger over Dona's lips while the head of his cock probed the outer surfaces of her pussy-lips. "My super-dick is something that must be kept out of the tabloids. Understood?"

"Whatever you say. Just fuck me."

Consumed by desire, they came together as one, like a well-oiled bolt threading its way through a welcoming nut.

With the passage of a half-hour, Donna spoke again. "Don't stop fucking me," she sighed. "Don't ever stop fucking me."