This couldn't be happening.
Lois enticingly licked her lips and closed in on the space that was left between her and Clark
"On your knees." He commanded her. "I want you on your knees."
She dropped down to the floor. She caressed the inner thigh of his jeans and bit her bottom lip. She slowly moved her hand towards his crotch and began to undo his zipper. Nice and slow. She suddenly stopped.
"So tell me, Clark." She was seductive. "How badly do you want it?"
No, this couldn't be happening.
He hated her. He hated Lois Lane so much, so fucking much! Clark didn't know what the hell was going on and he didn't want to find out either. Something told him to tell Lois to get out of his face and go to hell.
What? Where did that come from? He didn't say that. What happened to 'get out of my face and go to hell'? He must have been possessed. He snickered as Lois continued to unto his zipper. She looked up to him.
A Devil. That's what she was. A seductive Devil.
Clark aggressively grabbed her by her pony tail and pulled her up; face to face with him. Lois whimpered. He slowly brought his lips to her ear never letting go of her hair.
"You are such a bitch, Lois. A manipulative-bossy bitch." He said with a whisper.
Now That's better! That sound like something he would say to her.
Lois laughed. She then brought her lips to his ear
"And you like it." Her tone was similar to his.
Clark snarled at that. He forcefully pulled her face to his own. He looked into her eyes with so much hatred, disgust, and anger. He saw that she was smiling on the inside and well as out. Damn her! She was right. They both knew it.
He snarled again, she smiled a little harder. He pushed her back onto the ground. Clark angrily pulled his jeans down to reveal his boxers.
"Well, that does answer the age old question; boxers or briefs?" She humored.
Now was not the time for that. "Just do it."
One step forward, two steps back. Why was he doing this? 'Get the hell out', just say it!
Lois pulled his boxers down to his ankles to reveal...
Shit. He was hard. Lois made him hard? Lois Lane makes him hard! No, that can't be. He had to pull his pants back up and get her the hell out of there! Fast!
Lois stared Clark Jr. right in the eye. She smiled a devilish one.
"What do you want me to do?" She playfully said.
Clark rolled his eyes. Frustrated. She plays to many fucking games.
"I want it like last time." He told her as if she already knew.
Last Time? He didn't remember any 'last time'. Oh... what the hell is going on?
Lois licked her lips once more before slowly entering the head of his cock into her mouth. She let her tongue play with it a bit.
Clark rolled his eyes as if he was being tortured by this. She knew he didn't like it like that. What is she doing? He then tried to force himself, whole, inside her mouth. He couldn't. Lois sinfully looked up to him.
"How bad do you want it?" She said never letting him escape her.
Clark was panting. "Lois... please." Harder now.
Once more Clark tried to force himself inside her mouth. She refused him.
"Answer me." She ordered.
Clark looked her in the eyes. He cringed his face whenever Lois took him out of her mouth. He knew; she knew she had him.
A fucking manipulative-bitch she was!
"Iwanitsoooooo... bad!" He was angrier now and she loved it!
"Want what, Mr. Kent?"
Clark was startled and awaken from his daydream by his Chemistry teacher, Ms. Follent.
He was confused. "What?" He yawned. "What are you doing in my loft?"
He looked around the classroom to find everyone of his classmates staring at him and chuckling at him. Clark cheeks turned a violent red.
"Mr. Kent, if your going to continue to sleep in class I am going to have to call you parents and see-"
"No, no, no! It-it's ok. I just need a little fresh air." He pleaded. "May I use the restroom?"
Ms. Follent sighed a loud one and then permitted Clark to use the bathroom. She gave him a hall pass and he was on his way.
"And Mr. Kent... make sure you don't fall asleep on the toilet, ok? We still have a Lab report to do." She joked.
Again the other classmates chuckled. Clark blushed, nodded his head to acknowledge her comment, and head out the door.
"This cannot be fucking happening." He whispered to himself.