Her eyes flicked up to his, a knowing smirk on her lips as she wrapped her fingers around the base, leaning down before pressing his length against the smooth curve of her cheek. The contrast was sinful, the flushed heat of his manhood against the cool porcelain of her skin. She laid a trail of teasing kisses along his shaft, staining it with red, branding him with her lipstick before parting her lips to suck the tip, slow and deliberate.
Her free hand moved to her own shirt, pulling it off along with her bra, letting Tony drink in the sight of her bared skin as she hollowed her cheeks around his length.
Her tongue lapped over his aching, swollen cockhead, swirling, teasing. A slow, intentional drag, tracing every ridge and vein, smearing her spit over the flushed tip. Her grip worked him in tandem, squeezing, stroking, milking him with just the right amount of pressure, just enough to keep him throbbing, desperate for more.
Then, her lips sealed around his girth, hot and wet, sinking over him inch by inch. The slick warmth of her mouth engulfed him, her tongue flattening against the underside as she sucked him deep. Her spit dribbled down his shaft, slickening every stroke as she fucked him with her mouth, her soft moans vibrating around his length.
Tony groaned, his stomach tightening, the heat in his core mounting by the second. But just as the pace became merciless, she pulled back, breathless, lips swollen.
She met his gaze, a silent, sultry challenge in her eyes.
Tony didn't need to be told twice. With a quick gesture, he beckoned her to lie beside him. As she did, he shrugged off his shirt, now just as naked as she was above.
His hands trailed down, peeling away her office pants, his mouth following the path of bare skin revealed inch by inch. Lips and tongue traced along her creamy thighs, tasting her, savoring her. Just as smooth, just as flawless as he remembered.
Once she was fully naked, Tony shifted closer between her legs, and dragged her ass up onto his lap, his grip firm on each side of her waist as he yanked her over his thighs. Natasha's head and back arched sharply against the mattress, her red curls splayed out like a sinful halo, her hips elevated by his folded knees.
"The usual?"
Natasha nodded.
Tony smeared his cock on her pussy a few times, her ass lifted high above her knees, her legs clamped around his waist. He had the control; his grip on the side of her hips held her bottom high.
"Mmmh~"
His cock speared into her soaked, welcoming heat, stretching her open with a slow, maddening glide. Her cunt clenched around him, dripping, her lava coating his length, but he only buried himself deeper, seating her down to the base, his thick girth snug inside her wet, pulsing walls.
Her thighs trembled as she adjusted to the sheer depth, her dainty feet dangling, barely pressing against the bed for balance, completely at his mercy. His grip on her waist tightened, fingers digging in, claiming every inch of her flesh as he locked her in place.
Then he fucked her—hard.
No restraint. No careful, measured strokes. But with the reckless, animalistic drive of a man completely unhinged, of a man who didn't need to hold back, who wanted to fuck her senseless and spill himself as deep inside her as he could. He shoved his cock in, sharp thrusts that jolted her entire body up the bed, each impalement forcing moan after filthy moan from her parted lips.
"F-fuck….Tony—oh, fuhh—ahh—!" Her voice broke into shattered syllables, her body convulsing beneath him, her marshmallowy breasts bouncing with every desperate snap of his hips.
Her fingers clawed at her own breasts, tweaking, rolling her stiffened peaks between her fingers as if she needed more, as if the raw pounding wasn't enough. She locked her legs behind him harder, heels pressing into his lower back, urging him. Harder, faster, deeper.
And he gave it to her.
Every slam of his cock into her soaked, tight heat drove her higher, pushed her further, sent her body into a delirium of pleasure she couldn't escape.
Tony felt her walls twitch, gripping him greedily, convulsing, begging for something devastating. Seeing how fast she reached her edge, he realised how rarely he saw her recently.
Her orgasm hit like a savage, tidal wave in a storm.
"Aahhhhh Goddd—!!" Natasha screamed, her entire body seizing up, her hands twisting the sheets, her back arching so sharply it almost lifted her off the bed. She gushed, her release flooding around his cock, drenching his balls in hot, sticky arousal.
But he didn't stop, he wouldn't stop.
Tony leaned forward, his mouth latching onto one of her thrashing tits, sucking, biting. His hands dug into her waist, fingers sinking into her flesh as he fucked her through the orgasm, every thrust pushing out another broken whimper from her kiss-swollen lips.
"Oh… Oh… Ohh! Tony~" Her tone, sultry and spoiled.
"Gck…" With a deep, guttural groan, Tony's own climax ripped through him.
He buried himself to the hilt, pulsing inside her, spilling his thick, hot batter deep into her dripping cunt. He could feel it overflowing, could feel his cum coating every inch of her, so much that it frothed, leaking back down his shaft and squelching between them.
Panting, he collapsed onto her chest, his cock still nestled inside her spent, throbbing, swollen pussy. The last lazy clenches of her wet walls milked him dry, sending shocks of pleasure rolling up his spine.
For a long moment, they just lay there, sweaty, panting, utterly spent. His breath ghosted over her skin, her heartbeat hammering under him.
She smirked, playing with his dark hair as his head laid there against her breast, her voice hoarse but utterly satisfied.
"Mind if I take a bath? I need to visit the Pentagon later."
"At night?" Tony asked, settling beside her.
"No such thing as day and night in my line of work, Tony."
Before he could respond, she leaned down, her lips brushing over his in a slow, teasing kiss, one final taste before she pulled away. She didn't linger. Didn't let him grab her for round two. Just a ghost of heat.
Tony watched as she slid off the bed, her perfectly sculpted ass swaying as she padded across the room. She didn't even bother covering herself. Just grabbed her clothes off the floor, letting himself drink in the view one last time.
He sighed, shifting onto his back, arms folded behind his head. His eyes fluttered shut as he let himself sink into the mattress, basking in the lingering scent of sex and expensive perfume. His body hummed with exhaustion.
"Hah, is that it? That's what keeps Natasha happy?"
Teee~
His blasters rang in readiness as soon as the unknown female voice echoed from the footside of his bed. His arm rose to aim at the intruder by instinct before his eyes could open. But his frown softened as he recognized the woman.
"Yelena? Right?" Tony asked to confirm, unashamedly naked and legs spread for her to see, the drenched culmination of him and Natasha still on his cock.
"Tsk…" Yelena scoffed and did something interesting.
Yelena's smirk didn't waver as her fingers found the zipper at her collarbone, teasing it down in a slow motion. The leather parted, revealing the smooth, creamy skin beneath, a tantalizing sliver of bare flesh growing wider with every inch.
She shimmied out of the suit, rolling her shoulders as she let it slip past her toned arms, her perky breasts bouncing free. They weren't as full as Natasha's, but their perkiness and tightness made them just as enticing. Her waist dipped into that perfect hourglass before flaring into wide, unholy hips that could tempt a saint.
And then, finally, she stepped out of it completely, standing before him gloriously bare. In the dim, moody glow of the bedside lamp, her glistening slit betrayed her arousal, a subtle sheen catching the light between her thighs.
Tony's gaze trailed up from that wet little revelation, amusement flickering in his tired eyes. How long had she been standing there, watching?
The thought alone sent a lazy throb through his still-slick cock, Natasha's honey still coating him.
Yelena tilted her head, that mischievous little smirk playing on her lips as she let him drink her in. Her golden blonde hair framed her face, tousled and effortlessly sexy, those sharp, playful eyes betraying a thirst that went deeper than just curiosity.
"Let's see what keeps her coming back to you, Stark."
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