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

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..."

His struggles are more than obvious, and it turns Pepper on he's so willing to play by her rules and to delay his own gratification just to give her hers. And he's begging so prettily, squirming and writhing under her touch.

"Yes... you've been so good. Such a good boy," she sighs in appreciation, stroking his cock lightly and lovingly like a favored pet. "And you're asking so nicely. Come on, baby. Come for me... come for me hard."

All lightness and teasing in her touch seems to evaporate into thin air at those words, her fingers gripping his pulsing, rock hard cock tightly and starting to jerk him off without mercy, fast and hard. She fists him from root to tip for a few agonizing moments before shifting a little on the bed; her other hand comes out to grasp the base of his cock while the dominant one focuses on jerking off the top-half, twisting her wrists a little to massage even as she ruthlessly jacks him off with two hands, never once slowing down.

More pathetic whimpering escapes his lips as he lays his back flat for her to give her more room to work, feet bracing against the bed to keep his knees elevated. He nods once more at her directive, licking his lips and closing his eyes as she really begins to put force to him; raising his voice in approval while also babbling intermittently. "Your good boy..."

He begins panting, his breath coming quicker and quicker as she jacks him towards completion, incoherently going on, mostly her name and curse words, though he goes off on a tangent about how he'll never want anyone else the way he wants her, and again that this is so much better than his dreams. Which is true -- so often reality can't measure up to reality but here Pepper is blowing it out of the water every time.

His hips begin to rock into her hand, though his movement is limited by the other holding him somewhat steady. His orgasm rolls through him slowly, pulling from somewhere behind his navel and giving him time to widen his stance even a little more, tilting his hips back in preparation.

"Yes, yes, fuck. Yes..." The last thing he says before the first thick, milky rope spurts out over his chest, glancing across a nipple and effectively coating a patch of hair there. Tony's hand moves down, gripping over Pepper's to help give him the trajectory he needs, mouth falling slack as the next one takes him, splattering perfectly over his exposed throat all the way up to his lips. Each wave comes closer and closer, covering his own chest and face with his warm seed, feeling as it rains down on him and loving every dirty second. The last of his arousal ekes out onto his belly and he collapses, truly sated at last, licking his own slightly salty taste off of his lips. After a full moment, he cracks open an eye to make sure Pepper enjoyed her show.

Every noise he makes, every impassioned babble sinks into Pepper and burrows in deep, quickening her pulse and breath as she keeps jerking him off, watching his every little reaction closely with unparalleled hunger for more. She encourages him with sweet compliments of her own that toe the line of being racy -- regardless whether or not he hears them over his own zeal -- interspersed with musical little hums and moans at the sight he makes. Her breath catches audibly when he swells further in her hands, his balls drawing up tight when he finally breaks and goes over the edge, spurting ropes of thick, milky seed all over himself. Moaning lowly, she drops one hand from his twitching cock to ease up on her handling of him, continuing to stroke him with just one hand when Tony covers it with his to direct her. She watches the tiny white drops splatter his skin next to the longer stripes intently, licking her lips and imagining the salty tang of them on her tongue...

She gentles her touches in tune with the way Tony's orgasm fizzles out, humming in appreciation when he's finally spent and sated, slumping back into the bedding. Gradually, if a little reluctantly, she unhands his spent cock, patting it gently in fond farewell. Pepper meets his hazy gaze for a moment and smiles, before ducking down and giving into the urge to lick away the salty, milky smears along his throat, groaning at the taste.

He blinks open his eyes to watch her the best he can though he could honestly drift right to sleep now even if that would be a terrible idea. Little shivers pull up under his skin while she licks him clean, automatically stretching the column of his throat to give her more access. "Thank you," he whispers, bringing one hand up to cup her cheek though his limbs feel like jelly.

"Mm. You taste good," she purrs with a smile, rubbing her cheek into his hand a little before trailing kisses up to his jaw and cheek. "You're welcome... baby." The husky endearment is murmured against the corner of his mouth, right before she claims his lips in a sweet, languid kiss. Slowly, she winds the kiss down, pulling away with one last, light peck.

"Come on, we should get cleaned up before you fall asleep," she smiles, dropping another kiss to his forehead. "Then we can take a nice, long nap."

The endearment has another shudder traveling down his spine before he realizes what's caused it -- why does that get him? Thankfully he doesn't have to think about it once her lips touch his, easily giving himself over to the kiss and humming his approval into her mouth.

"...Okay," he agrees reluctantly, though the last thing in the world he wants to do is get up. His eyes close involuntarily at the soft kiss, feeling like invisible butterflies are flapping just below his tummy. "I like the nap part of this plan."

"It sounds good, right?" she smiles by way of agreeing, chuckling softly. "Come on, then. Up you go." She carefully climbs over him to slip off the bed, turning to tug him up by the hand. She doesn't let go once he's finally up on his feet, continuing to lead him by the hand into the bathroom.

He climbs up after her with only minimal difficulty, clutching her hand like a lifeline as he follows her into the adjoining room. "Everything you say sounds good."

"Everything? What a flatterer," she teases, outright trolling him now as she pulls him into the shower and under the swiftly warming spray, playfully lowering her tone into a huskier register. "Trombone. Dentist appointment. Tax revenue."

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