Her Superhero Lover: A BWWM BBW Billionaire Superhero Romance (10 page)

"I like this look better," Grady said, reaching up with
his right hand to stroke her breast. He rubbed his thumb over her
dark nipple until Renee couldn't resist riding him any longer.
Lifting her hips, she plunged herself down, sending shockwaves from
every nerve ending in her body. Her need took over, lifting and
impaling herself over and over on his massive cock. Her eyes grew
wide as they locked on Grady's, and she planted her hands on his
lower chest, using the leverage to help her legs and hips.

Time slowed down for Renee, even as her hips sped up. Their eyes
said more than their words ever could as their bodies pleasured
themselves. Grady's cock rubbed against her clit with every downward
plunge, the thick flared head rubbed against the inner walls of her
pussy, the two movements creating ripples through her body. When the
two waves intersected, lightning flashed across her vision like a
strobe light. She could barely breathe, and knew she couldn't last
much longer.

Grady's cock swelled within her, and she knew they were both rushing
towards a body shaking climax. His eyes opened wide, and she swore
they flared brighter than ever, sending a final course of energy
straight to her brain. Her mind exploded as her pussy squeezed and
milked Grady for everything she could. Orgasmic waves ripped through
her, and her fingers dug into his chest. His cock filled her with
liquid heat that added to her joy, and Renee knew that just as much
as Grady needed her, she needed him.

It took long, wonderful minutes for the last ripples to trickle from
her system, like small sexual aftershocks. She lay on Grady's chest,
kissing the light sweat of his skin, and basking in the afterglow.
"So how are you going to cover this up?" she asked him once
she could think again. "We had a TV reporter sitting next to us
when I got shot. I doubt you can just tell her it was a simple flesh
wound."

"Private hospital," Grady replied. "After that, we
let the HIPPA laws do their thing. I mean, a hospital can't even
confirm or deny someone is there unless the patient agrees to it."

They cuddled in warm affection for a few more minutes, when another
question came to her mind. "So does this mean I'm going to get
super abilities like you? The way I see it, you healed me from death
and less than an hour after waking up we just had some.... well, some
pretty awesome sex, and I don't feel overly drained at all."

"I don't know," Grady whispered, kissing her left temple.
"But if you do, that'd be pretty cool too."

"Yeah," she said, before raising her head. "But I do
know what I need now, even more than sex with you."

"What's that?"

Renee grinned and patted her stomach. "Food. Apparently, having
nanobots bring you back from the dead and then having sex with the
man I love gives me a rumbling in my stomach that even a pothead
would be jealous of."

As Halloween came closer and closer, Renee felt like her life was
going through faster changes than even the summer of her eleventh
birthday, when she'd started puberty. Since Grady injected the nanos,
she'd grown over four inches in height. It had gotten to the point
that she just bought long basketball shorts that hung below her
knees, knowing soon enough they'd be above the knees. With the
increased height though, there was no weight gain at all, and her
body leaned out, taking on the leggy, modelesque look that had Martin
drooling every time she stopped by his office. "Honey, I don't
know what you did, but if you have another dose of it, share it with
me," he told her one day. "I could become bigger than the
Ford Agency with a portfolio of girls who have your body."

"Careful Martin, you keep talking like that, and you're going
to start sounding suspiciously like a straight man again," Renee
retorted, grinning. "Besides, I just came by to tell you I'm
taking at least a hiatus from the business."

Martin's face hung in disbelief,
and he ran his hands through his hair. "Why does this shit
always happen to me? I finally get myself a talent that can get me to
the next level, and what does she tell me?
Oh Martin, I'm
taking a hiatus.
Fuck my life."

"Oh come off it you drama queen," Renee said with mock
frustration. She knew Martin, and knew his tirades were just part of
his personality. Indulging him in them would just make them last
longer. "Besides, I only said hiatus."

"The way you said it makes it sound suspiciously like
retirement," Martin said. He sighed again and looked over at
her. "Well, I can't blame you too much. I've seen your
boyfriend. If you had any suspicions I'd gone straight, just let me
near him. I've got no problems with him at all."

Renee rolled her eyes and laughed. "That's the Martin I've come
to know and love. I promise you, at least one more shoot just for you
to add to the agency portfolio. But not until after New Year's at
least. I've got some stuff lined up on the DJ front, and let's be
honest, this whole thing with Grady is taking up time too."

"Yeah, that part doesn't seem all that difficult from my point
of view," Martin said. "You know, I should be pissed off at
you, and there's a part of me that is. But most of me is happy.
You've been a good person to have around for all this time. Hey, just
promise that no matter what, I get invited to the Voelker
Consolidated Christmas party?"

Renee laughed and nodded. "Of course. First of all, most of the
employees would probably enjoy having you around."

"And second?"

Renee came over and kissed Martin on the cheek. "And secondly,
you're my friend. But I gotta run for now."

*****

"So what's the tape measure say?" Renee held her breath,
hoping against hope. She was wearing a t-shirt and her basketball
shorts, and stood against the wall in her bare feet. The tile under
her feet was slightly cold.

"Five foot ten. You've seemingly leveled out," Grady
replied, as they stood in his lab. "That's the third day in a
row with no change. In fact, all of your measurements physically have
stayed the same for the past three days."

Renee looked down at her now D-cup breasts, and chuckled. "Yeah,
I'm sure you're happy about some of those. Twenty three inch waist
and a thirty seven bust."

"I promise, I had no idea you would get such a side effect,"
Grady said. "But I do appreciate my work. It's a fine feat of
nanotech engineering. And by the way, don't forget the killer butt
too." He stroked her face, and gave her a light kiss that
quickly deepened until he snuck a hand up to cup her breast
playfully.

Renee rolled her eyes and smacked Grady in the chest, who recoiled.
"Ow."

"Oh, stop joking. You and I both know you could have one of the
Klitschko brothers unload on your unprotected face and you'd barely
feel a thing." She raised her hands like a boxer and jabbed at
him a few times, shadow style.

She was surprised when Grady stepped back and rubbed at his chest,
shaking his head. "No, I'm serious. That actually hurt. I think
we might want to do a few more tests."

"Like?" Renee asked, looking in wonder at Grady's chest as
a red mark the size of her hand appeared on his left pectoral muscle.
"I've never seen that before."

"That's because it's never happened before," he said. "I
mean, I've gotten injured in my fights with the gangbangers, but
they've always been cuts or an expected bruise, like last week when
that guy hit me with his pickup truck." It was another video
clip that had made its way to Youtube and quickly become viral. The
gang member, driving an old Mazda pickup, had plowed into The
Horseman going close to thirty miles an hour. The result was
something out of a movie, as the truck's front end caved in, while
the driver shot through the front windshield to scrape along the
street. Meanwhile, The Horseman was driven back a total of four feet
before his feet literally dug into the pavement, bringing him to a
total stop. News footage later of the car showed the engine block of
the truck shoved into the cab of the car, and a police statement that
the driver had been lucky to have shot through the windshield, since
he would have ended up with the steering column shoved through his
chest otherwise. The next day, when Grady met Renee for lunch, his
shoulder was black and blue, and he said it was a bit stiff. By the
next morning it was gone, and he was fully healed.

"By the way, try to not have that happen any more," Renee
said. "You do not want to know how much I worry every time you
put on that Horseman costume. Seriously, are you trying to give me
gray hair by the time I'm thirty?"

"I know you worry, but you know why I do it," Grady said.
"I just need to see the world made a better place. But, turning
back to you. I seriously think we need to see just how much your
abilities have increased."

They left the third floor of the lab and Grady flew them down to the
first (technically second, since the accountants were on the ground
floor of the building), where he had his training gym. "All
right, well, I guess the first thing to ask you Renee is just how
much workout experience do you have? I mean, we went bike riding and
even before your body changed I thought you looked great in yoga
pants, but we never did get around to using the gym at the Imperial
Beach place."

Renee shook her head. "After high school, not much. I mean, I
tried to keep in shape for the modeling work, but most of that was
diet, which I wasn't too good at. By the way, thank you for that nice
side effect, I've noticed I'm eating like mad and still not gaining
weight."

"With the growth you've been going through, I'm not surprised.
You should have seen me at thirteen when puberty kicked in,"
Grady replied. "My parents were feeding me a dozen eggs, a
gallon of milk, and four potatoes just for breakfast. It leveled out
naturally though. I can still eat more than most people, but it's
like any athlete. When I'm out on patrol or using my abilities, my
appetite increases."

"Well, you're not a skilled lifter," he continued, leading
her over to the custom made bench press. It was made of I-beams, like
those used in skyscraper construction, and weighed itself over eight
hundred pounds. The bar Grady used was two and a quarter inch thick
solid steel, although he had a special rig he used when he wanted to
'push hard,' as he said. The plates were specially made to fit the
larger bar, even. He chose the basic bar and set it on the uprights.
"Since you aren't skilled, there's going to be a lot left back
because you don't know how to lift. I'll give you a quick
demonstration to keep yourself safe, but we're not worried about
technique, just a rough idea of what you can do."

After showing her how to press safely, he had her get under the bar
and take a grip. Her fingers could wrap around it, but it was still
large in her hands. "I feel like I'm going to drop this damn
thing."

"Hold on," Grady said. He went over to the side of the
room, where he got two safety catches made out of I-beams that
resembled sawhorses. "These will catch the bar before it can
injure you. Just try not to clang the bar too much, the bookkeepers
downstairs will get annoyed. Go slow like I told you, and let's feel
the groove."

She was amazed when the bar came up so lightly in her hands. Taking
a deep breath like Grady showed her, she lowered the bar until it
just touched her chest, then pressed upwards. Repeating the exercise
fifteen times, she racked the bar back and grinned. "Okay, that
was easy. How much does that weigh anyway?"

"Hundred and twenty five pounds," Grady replied. Renee
looked at the bar then at her hands, and gave him a questioning look.
"Really. I measured the weight and the collars exactly to make
sure it was exact. I may be an engineer, but when I train I like to
keep the math simple. So it was easy?"

"Oh yeah," Renee replied, grinning. "Let's see what I
can do."

Grady made sure to load the plates himself to check, and let Renee
stretch and rest between lifts. By the time she finished, she had
over a thousand pounds on the bar, and still touched her chest twice
with it. However, she bobbled the bar a bit on the way up on the last
press, and Grady cut her off before she could add more. "Impressive.
I'm almost tempted to set you up on the squat, but I think it would
be better to see just how fast you can run instead. We'll set up the
other lifts later."

Grady's treadmill was also custom made, designed on almost
frictionless bearings and unpowered. To get it going, the runner had
to lean into a shoulder harness that looked like something a football
player would use and push. A set of brakes normally used by semi
trailers provided resistance if he wanted it. "Okay, I set the
computer to simulate running up a slight incline, on pavement, like
you were running on a sidewalk. Start off at a light jog, and then
when I say go, take it up until you're at what you feel is about
eighty percent of your max effort."

Renee nodded and settled herself against the pads. It felt a little
weird at first to lean and push into the pad, but she didn't really
mind. After all, without a real number to go off of, she was just
trying something new. She started with a light jog, just letting her
feet get used to the feel of the steel belt under her feet, when
Grady told her to go. Starting to push harder, she kept going until
she was at what she thought was eighty percent, then backed it down.
When the belt stopped, she noticed it felt a bit warm under her feet.
"Well?"

"Well, if you did that on the I-10, you'd get pulled over,"
Grady replied. "You topped out at a hundred and eighty eight
miles an hour. I've run faster, but not much. Normally at that point
I just decide to fly instead, it's less wear and tear on my shoes."

"Speaking of which....." Renee said, pulling off her
Reeboks. The soles were warm to the touch, and the rubber looked worn
out and partially melted. "I do hope you have some super
material you've invented that's better than plain old rubber for my
shoes, because I'm not going out to buy new shoes every time I want
to go for a jog."