penistower | I'm prepared for this ✫ I never shoot to miss

He can't prevent the whimper from escaping his lips, pitchy and pathetic. "N-no, I don't..." he mumbles, eyes rolling back in his head and hands slipping from her back. It feels so good and yet so unfulfilling. Trapped under her, he can't rock his hips up the way his body is demanding him to. Once more, he's helpless and eating up every minute of being at her mercy. "Stop," he whines though he doesn't even come close to meaning it. He can tell this is getting her off, and he's happy to oblige, especially if she keeps touching him that way.

"No," she denies in a steely voice, shaking her head as he continues to taunt him, with her touch and words both. She doesn't know where this aggressiveness is coming from, she's never been like this in bed with anyone else -- but the words are coming easily to her lips, and every one of them along with Tony's reactions to them only serve to rack up her arousal.

"Not until you ask me nicely. Beg me to stop," she purrs as she palms the head of his cock lazily, smoothly moving on to the whole reason she's straddling him in the first place. "Beg... to let you please me. You still want me to sit on your face, don't you?"

His breath catches in his throat at her denial. He had fantasized about this, but having never experienced it in reality it doesn't come close to measuring up. He's never been so turned on in his life, nearly burning up between his legs and flushing clear across his chest and up his throat already. She says exactly the words that will motivate him most and he whimpers again, loudly this time, his lip quivering with the effort.

"Fuck. You... Pepper," he cries desperately before he manages to get himself back under some modicum of control. He's never truly begged for anything in his life and the words stick in his throat. But when Tony wants something, she knows he'll do anything to get it. He's determined to please her in this arena too. "Pl-please, Pepper... St-stop? Stop," he interjects, with a bit more authority this time before desolving back into histeria the next time her fingers brush against him. "Please... I want you to sit on my face. Now. I'll be... a good, good boy. I promise."

His gaze is completely blown out as he catches hers, but still he waits to see if that meets her standard, another involuntary shudder rippling down his spine.

"Fuck me?" Pepper quips on a dark laugh on the heels of Tony's cries, loving his struggles. With one last squeeze of his rock hard cock in fond farewell, she pulls her hand away and palms her thighs, leaning over him a little as she grins down at him, her loose hair spilling past her shoulders.

"It's a good start-- good boy," she allows in low tone, arching a brow slightly. She rolls her hips slowly, grinding her soaked pussy against the rippling muscles of his firm abdomen on a throaty little moan. God that feels good, but she's intent on teasing them both a little while longer. "But I think you can do better still. Is this what you want? For me to fuck your face? Tell me how much you want it..."

He whines again, looking away on a caught breath when she rolls her hips against his belly. He can feel how wet she is but he also knows she won't make it easy for him in that moment. It's the absolute best-worst kind of torture and he's not sure how much more he can take. It's certainly incentive enough to get him going with much more zeal than before.

"Y-es, good boy. Your good boy... I want to please you, Pepper, please... I want to taste you, so badly. It's all I can think about... I dream about you every night." His hand comes up off the bed suddenly, trailing hotly down her side, covetously slipping over her breast and gripping onto her thigh. He shakes his head, trying to convey how close he is to the end of his rope. "I want it so much, I've never wanted anything so much. Please... let me make you feel good."

Her head tips back on a low groan as the impassioned words wash over her, a little shudder racing down her spine and her hips twitching at the way his hot palm drags across her front. If it's possible to get drunk on desire alone, she's intoxicated by it, drowning in the heady rush of Tony's yearning -- for her. Licking her lips, she tips her head back down and gazes at him hotly under heavy lids, blue irises darkened with hunger as she slides her palms up his chest, finally taking her weight on her knees.

"I want it too. I want your touch... I want to be the only person in the world you want like this." There's no teasing in her tone anymore as she confesses her deepest desires to him. Slowly crawling her way up, she lifts a knee over his shoulder while supporting herself against the headboard of the bed, carefully getting into position. "I want to be the one and only."

Her words are overwhelming, but he doesn't have time to process them when she's already springing into action. Is she saying these things in the moment, just because he had? Or does she really mean them? His mind and heart both race as she gets into position, stealing his breath away all over again.

"Fuck... yes. Of course you are. The only one. You're the only person I've ever wanted like this." With so much force, but also... in such a base way. He's never wanted to belong to anyone else. He's certainly never wanted to be under their control. With Pepper, all of that gets turned on its head and he couldn't be more addicted. Running his hand up and down one creamy thigh, he tilts his head back in preparation to receive her, eyes glassy as he licks across his lips and opens his mouth.

Once the ecstasy of this lifts, she'll perhaps be a little started to realize she did mean every single word -- but for now, all she's thinking about is gratification, pleasure; letting him touch and enjoying that touch to the fullest.

"Just what I wanted to hear," she sighs as she takes her position, knees bracketing his head. Tipping her hips in offering, she strokes one hand over his hair and closes her eyes on a soft moan as he takes his first taste of her.

The first taste of her is sweet and perfect like the first bite of a peach in the Summer. He matches her moan and laps his way in deeper, closing his eyes and enjoying how absolutely soaking wet she is. Shaking his head minutely to tap her clit with the tip of his nose, he keeps up the enthusiasm, drinking deeply of her while he has a moment to take her all in before she starts rocking her hips; which he secretly hopes is soon.

A louder, deeper moan leaves her parted lips when he gets to it properly, followed by soft huffs of breath as his mouth works its magic on her sensitive flesh, the pleasure emanating in warm waves from between her legs. Giving a tiny whimper, she tries to stay still as long as she can though her pale thighs are already quivering, the rough scruff on his cheeks brushing against the tender insides as he laps her up. Trembling at the way his nose nudges her clit, she sinks her fingers deeper into his hair and grips gently, shuddering as her tummy clenches, struggling against the desire to move. "God, that's good, oh baby... your mouth feels incredible."

The tremor of her thighs above him and the way she tightens her hands in his hair have him moaning against her sensitive flesh before bobbing his head in earnest, already determined to make her feel better than she's ever felt. One of his hands climbs up and smooths over her belly, holding her skin taught so he can eat her up with zero interference. Her voice sounds heavenly to him now, even the way she calls him baby. His cock is rock hard and weeping between his legs, but that's easy to ignore in favor of her pleasure; in fact only serving to encourage him more.

She cries out loudly at the way he redoubles his efforts, one hand fisting his hair tightly and the other covering his on her belly as if to keep it there. Exposed fully to his lips and tongue now, riotous moans and whines spill from her mouth as her thighs tremble at the increasing pleasure; she can no longer stave off the need to move, her hips rocking in rhythm with the exquisite way he laps her up. A shudder courses through her body as her insides draw up tighter, pleasure pulsing between her thighs as she rides his face slowly, sweaty and panting. She knows it wont take long now.

"Oh, god...! Mmh, just like that. Come on, honey." Spreading her knees out a little and pushing their hands tighter against her belly, she mewls desperately as the action exposes her swollen clit further to his fervent ministrations, her whole frame quivering with need for relief, hips twitching and losing the smooth rhythm as she rocks rougher against his mouth. "Yes, yes, yes! God, yes, make me come-- give it to me, please, please..."

His fingers tighten when her hand covers his, groaning lowly in approval at the way she pulls his hair. It lends to the feeling of being used in the best possible way, the image solidified in his mind when she finally starts to rock her hips. Tony opens his mouth further for her, loving the way her body knows how to move to get her closer to the edge, even without him doing much of anything. This is exactly the way he fantasized it would be, and he is reveling in being the object in this moment that can make her feel this good. "Fuck," he huffs out, taking a breath before snapping to obey, tonguing her clit and allowing her to ride his face on towards her completion. He nods vigorously, trying to get her off and agreeing both with the sentiment, not wanting to pull back far enough for any real words, moaning and moving with her to urge her over the finish line.

Pepper cries out loudly when he attacks her clit, downright shouting, hardly in any frame of mind to care about possible neighbors hearing her. Let them. Her inner muscles are pulsing wildly on the cusp of orgasm, her hips bucking and stuttering convulsively as her ecstasy skyrockets, hot pleasure washing through her shaking body.

"God, yes... yes!" She's too lost in rapture to think about anything else but her own release already gathering strength deep in her belly, taking both of her hands off him to run them up her body to cover her breasts; kneading them, pinching her nipples roughly as she grinds down against his mouth. It's all it takes, throwing her head back on a cry equal parts relief and pleasure as she finally comes against his lips and tongue, shaking all over. Her cry turns into a shaky moan, huffing out a breathy laugh of delight as she rides out her orgasm.

Everything about the moment is perfect -- more perfect than anything he's borne witness to before. He forces his eyes open to watch her, though his vision is somewhat obscured, his too long hair falling in his eyes on top of the way she uses him relentlessly. A small involuntary noise of loss leaves his lips when she lets go of his hair, but it's even more beautiful to see her this way, entirely lost in rapture and carefree. His ministrations gentle, lapping kitten licks against her sensitive flesh as he rides out her pleasure too, eventually stopping when it becomes too much for her and pillowing his head on her thigh to watch her come around.

She moans softly at the gentler licks as she comes down from her high, shuddering from head to toe as she finally stills, the rushing waves of release calming to languid warmth suffusing her whole body, her bones turned to jelly and satisfaction coursing through her veins, all tension leaving her. Sighing, she lets her hands trail down her front, lazily rolling her neck and dropping her chin to watch him through heavy, barely parted lids, sweeping her fingers through his hair sweetly in silent thanks.

"That was..." she begins, every syllable lazy and almost slurring in the aftermath of the lingering pleasure, all but sighing out, "Amazing." Humming quietly, she gently and carefully begins moving off of him, so she can flop next to him on the bed like a sleepy cat, thoroughly satiated.

He looks up at her dreamily and licks his lips, taking her praise in stride. When she moves off of him he immediately rolls onto his side to be closer to her, his fat erection nudging her thigh. "You're so beautiful," he sighs, close to her ear, trying to be patient though his body is screaming out for her attention. "Stunning... I love making you feel good." And that he's the one responsible feels like a feat in itself. Nudging his nose against her shoulder, he tucks himself in to wait for her to come around.

Giving a purring hum at his sweet compliments and the way his hard cock nudges against her thigh like a needy pet begging for attention. Lazily, she rolls to her side to face him, palming his jaw and leaning in to take his lips in a deep kiss, slipping her tongue into his mouth and moaning as she tastes herself there, plundering every nook and cranny for every last trace. Reluctantly pulling back when the need to breathe becomes overwhelming, she licks at his lips in farewell.

"You're just the sweetest thing," she breathes with a feline smile, running her hands eagerly along his chest and arms, leaning in to nip at his earlobe. "And what happens now? You're so hard, this beautiful cock..." she coos, one fingertip drawing a line down the vee of his hip toward his crotch. "You must be dying to come... to get your relief. How do you want it, baby? Tell me."

His eyes are glassy as she leans in, kissing back with a return moan as she licks the taste of herself from his mouth. It doesn't take her long to start in on him, and his head immediately goes light the second she touches him. Of course she'd put him on the spot again, and it makes a steady flush climb up his throat as he tries desperately to get his hands on a few words to give back.

"I..." he starts, uncertain and quivering slightly under her hands. There it is again: baby. His cock twitches as he runs over scenarios in his mind in attempts to pick one out to share with her. "I want your hand..." He watches her slim fingers, so close and yet so far away; but how perfect they would look wrapped around his cock. "I want to make a mess of myself for you."

She wets her lips with the tip of her tongue, eyelids fluttering a little at the suggestion as her gaze dips down and traces the length of his body, down to where one dainty hand is adventuring at his hip. Without further ado, she trails said hand over to the prize, fingertips brushing teasingly against his hot, hard shaft from root to tip before losing all shyness and curling those slender fingers around the fat member, humming lowly at the feel of it throbbing under her palm.

"Like this?" she purrs teasingly, flicking her eyes up to watch his reactions under her lashes as she starts to slowly pull her fist up along his length, closing her fingers around the wet, weeping head.

He watches her with so much anticipation, his mouth going dry in the instant she makes contact. "Y-yes..." Tony manages with a nod, curling his fists in the sheets so he isn't tempted to interfere. "Please, I can't... just touch me." It feels so good just to be touched by her, even in this teasing way. He isn't sure how much of it he can endure, but he doesn't want it to be over so fast either.

"I'll touch you," she singsongs around a smirk. "You don't have to worry about that..." As if in proof, her fingers milk the head of his cock lightly, spreading slick precome over the digits before taking to properly pumping him with her whole hand, fingers curled firmly around his pulsing shaft as she jerks him from root to tip, keeping the pace and pressure steady but just on this side of not enough, determined to edge him a little while longer before going for the coup de grâce.

He whimpers, angling himself towards her a tiny bit more while he tries to keep his body still and his hips from bucking into her hand. His own hand from behind his back moves instead to grip her flank, holding on as a way to stabilize himself, his vision already going spotty. "Fuck, that feels... so good. Don't stop, please... don't stop." His hips twitch once before he gets them back under control, refusing to be the one who ruins this for them both. He manages to get enough presence of mind to look down, unable to keep from making another high-pitched sound at the way it looks, his fat weeping erection firmly in one of her tiny hands.

She chuckles huskily at his pleads, smirking like the cat that ate the canary as she watches him watch her hand on him, feeling a little twinge deep in her belly despite her own orgasm just a moment ago -- she can hardly help it, it's sexy as hell. "Mmm, that's it. You love this, don't you? My hand all over your big, fat cock." Her slim fingers tighten their grip on the next upstroke, slowing down to a crawl as she simultaneously squeezes around the reddened head, licking her lips as another dribble of precum leaks out and over her pale fingers as if milked out by her grip. "Oh, baby. You're so ready, aren't you?" she purrs victoriously, palming his tip and teasing the tiny slit wit her thumb.

"Yess," he admits easily, squirming in her grasp yet again. He lets out a long puff of breath when she slows down again, closing his eyes to get a grip on himself as his calloused fingers dig into her hip just a little. His eyes pop open again, feeding off of the hunger in her gaze. She loves doing this for him; being in control of him and in command of his body, it shows plainly on her face. He's also learned that she loves when he begs, nodding again vigorously to her suggestion before doing just that. "Y-yes, Pepper... so ready. Please..." His expression creases and he lets out a tiny yelp at the teasing treatment she continues to give him.

"Let me come... please. I've stayed so hard for you so long." He says it like it's a sacrifice though truly it's anything but. If she wants to keep him hard and ready all night then he'd be happy to do it for her, though the flesh is much weaker than the mind in this case. "I know you want to watch me... I'll put on a good show for you. Please, please, please..."

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