Faithless: Extended Edition

Mary Jane passed Tony Stark in the lobby of Stark Tower. She refused to look back, though she felt him give her the same once-over going that he had as she approached.

They were living in a penthouse apartment worthy of a luxury hotel, but Peter didn’t have a cent to his name. Her husband had all these opportunities as Spider-Man and not only did he not take advantage of them, but he turned so many of them down. It wasn’t like Tony was greedy, but no matter how many times he lost his fortune, he managed to end up with something to show for himself. Why couldn’t Peter have that same drive?

The thought ran around and around in Mary Jane’s mind as she walked out to her car in Stark Tower’s underground parking garage. She unlocked the trunk and put the cardboard box she was carrying inside. Another round of their possessions to be sold to make sure they weren’t sponging off of the Avengers. She slammed the trunk door shut in her frustration, slid into the driver’s seat, slammed that door too, then keyed the ignition.

The engine didn’t turn over.

“Motherfucker!” she cried as it stubbornly refused to yield. And now their car was busted. One more thing for them to pay for with money they didn’t have. Peter had probably saved a thousand car mechanics. Hell, there was probably a good dozen dealerships who’d eagerly give him a new car, no questions asked. But would Peter ever let that good karma come his way? No. He only allowed himself to suffer for the bad things he’d done. And Mary Jane had to suffer with Peter, even though all she’d done was marry him.

She’d have to get the damn thing towed, pay for the mechanic—what she needed was a whole new car, but it’d take longer than forever to get one now when she also had to have the old one repaired…

“Car trouble?” Tony asked, suddenly outside her window, leaning on the roof of the car.

Mary Jane flustered with embarrassment. He must’ve heard her curse and come to see what was wrong. She decided to power through it and act like she was totally shameless.

She rolled down her window: “I can’t get the engine going.”

“Let me try,” Tony said, opening the door.

Mary Jane slid over into the passenger seat. “I think it’s dead,” she said.

Tony leaned in, grasping the key firmly and giving it a turn. The engine sputtered, but wouldn’t do anything else. Tony tried several times, seeming to listen to its gargling like a man lost in soulful jazz, before he straightened up. He walked to the front bumper and popped the hood.

“I think you’re missing a starter,” he said within moments of examining the engine.

“What?” Mary Jane demanded, jumping out of her seat to run over to the raised hood. Her nose wrinkled at the smell of rancid gasoline and burnt oil, but she could see there was a gaping hole to the right of the engine block, with loose wires hanging haphazardly about it. She was no mechanic, but that could not be right. “Who the hell would do that?”

“Kids, probably,” Tony said with a shake of his head. “I try to keep the tower a nice place to live, so no Fort Knox security measures, but the trade-off is that you never know when something like this’ll happen.” He slammed the hood. “Still, our security should be better than this. I feel responsible. Let me give you a ride. It’s the least I can do.”

His words hit Mary Jane like they were shot from a cannon. She didn’t know a single woman who wouldn’t sell her soul to be this close to Tony Stark. And she couldn’t even enjoy it. Not when she was married to Peter Parker.

“I don’t want to put you out, Tony. You’ve already given us so much—”

“Can’t you take anymore?” Tony asked her, smiling broadly as he took her by the arm and led her to a nearby vantage point. He reached into his pocket and thumbed his key fob. She saw his Lamborghini light up. It would be so nice just to be inside it, not taking public transportation or a beater of an old car for once.

“Let me get my things,” she said, looking around to see if anyone was watching.

Now why did I do that? Mary Jane asked herself as she got her box out of the trunk and moved it to Tony’s Lamborghini. It wasn’t like she was doing anything wrong. But as she ducked under the gull-wing door into the passenger seat, Mary Jane couldn’t really say that she wasn’t imagining something happening between her and Tony.

All the frustration that had been building up in her marriage seemed to be breaking loose at Tony’s kindness and solicitude, like one precisely placed chisel breaking a glacier in half. She felt adventurous and aroused. And there was Tony, vital and masculine. Her husband would be gone for hours, playing Spider-Man.

As Tony got in on his side, Mary Jane dug her nails into her palms to keep silent. She didn’t dare betray herself. She feared what she would say to Tony if she let herself talk.

“Okay, where are we headed?” Tony asked as he started the car and backed out of his parking space.

Mary Jane gave him the address of the upscale pawn shop where she could expect to discreetly get her hands on some disposable income, forcing her voice to remain steady as she described the route there. It felt like she was admitting to some lucid sin.

Tony didn’t say a word, though, as they cruised out of the parking garage. In a way, Mary Jane was disappointed. It felt like she wasn’t worth making a pass at. Of course, she’d refuse him if he did. She wasn’t the kind of woman who cheated on her husband. But it’d be flattering to know she had gotten Tony Stark’s…

“This isn’t the way to the pawn… to where I’m going,” Mary Jane said, suddenly noticing their surroundings were all wrong. She’d been lost in thought, but now they were pulling to a stop at a curb and… oh God… where were they?

“I thought you could use a little break. You want some coffee? I’m getting coffee.”

Tony got out and sauntered up the sidewalk to a brownstone. Brooklyn. She’d really let him take her to Brooklyn. And now what? Should she just leave? Insist on him taking her where he’d promised her she’d go? Or should she let him seduce her? Because it was clear this was no accident. He’d started the game and the ball was in her court. She’d thought of cheating on Peter. Now did she really want to?

Tony walked to the kitchen and flickered on the light. “So, clearing out the closet? You could just ask for more space. One good thing about living in a skyscraper: you can always build another floor.”

“It’s not that,” Mary Jane said dully, closing the front door quietly behind her. She couldn’t seem to think the situation through.

There was Tony Stark with her, alone in this perfect little love nest. How long would it be now until he made his move? And should she give in? God knew it had been long enough since Peter had fucked her. She’d been a good wife to him all this time and what had it gotten her? A few pumps a month that left her totally unsatisfied. If Tony could both please her cunt and top off her bank account, Mary Jane had a hard time thinking of what Peter had to offer.

“I’d prefer tea,” Mary Jane said, taking over the kitchen on a sudden whim. She lit up a burner, found a teakettle in the cupboards, and filled it with water before setting it down to simmer. A further search found her the teabags. She thumbed through them as if it were a task requiring great concentration with Tony leaning against the refrigerator, watching her work.

Every inch of her skin seemed to be charged with sexual energy. Her knees wobbled as she stood there under Tony’s gaze. She wanted to stay here with Tony as badly as she wanted to get away from him. No, not him. His temptation.

Tony watched her for what seemed like hours, his eyes waiting for the slightest hint of movement, the slightest change in the way she held herself. The sound of the heating water filled the room. Finally, Tony started to move towards her, slowly and steadily. He had grown bored of waiting? Or had Mary Jane finally sent him some signal?

“I’m married,” Mary Jane protested—was she protesting?—feeling his right arm slip around her slender waist and draw her against his chest. She felt his muscles, firm and clenched, as he bent her backwards with his kiss.

Mary Jane struggled weakly in his embrace, but she was more fighting her own curiosity than she was fighting him. And even that sense of temptation she couldn’t overcome. She ended up feeling his hot tongue slipping into her mouth, his hands sliding down to her plump buttocks. His fingers sunk into her asscheeks, pulling them apart, managing to separate her pussy lips in the process.

Mary Jane moaned into Tony’s kiss and felt her hot cunt opening up as if in offering to him. His grip lightened on her buttocks—now he was holding her skirt, hiking it up higher and higher until she felt the room’s cool air on her exposed skin. Tony slid his fingers into her panties, grabbing hold of the bare flesh of her ass.

Mary Jane moaned, feeling the bloom of steamy juices gathering in her cunt. Tony’s skilled mouth sucked at hers and he rubbed his bulging erection into her lap, soaking the crotch of her panties in the wetness of her slit. Mary Jane fought the desire to reach down and feel Tony’s groin in the same way he was feeling hers. She knew he would be hard. But she didn’t know if she wanted to know how hard, how big, whether that would make her give in or not. Even now she clung to the possibility of backing out of this and keeping… what? What did she have that Peter had given her—that Tony couldn’t?

“The tea!” Mary Jane gasped, pulling herself from Tony’s lips, struggling against his arms. She didn’t know if she was trying to escape; it seemed more like she was just seeing if she was physically capable of resisting.

“Fuck the tea,” Tony said gruffly, his eyes burning into MJ. She felt herself melting, every inch of her becoming soft and warm and pliant. She wanted to stay in his hands and let him do things to her. She didn’t want to know if she could resist him—maybe if would be better later, less guilty, if she thought she couldn’t. Her body heaved with excitement, feeling him kneading and tantalizing the flesh of her buttocks and the backs of her thighs. His hands were so strong—so desirous of her…

Then, abruptly, he released her. Mary Jane found herself stumbling with her futile escape now successful, carrying her shakily away from him. The whistling kettle was deafening by the time she collected herself, turned off the flame and took it from the burner.

Potent throbs rocked her wet cunt. Mary Jane didn’t know how she was resisting the urge to run over to Tony and beg him to take her back. Her body was on fire. Her mind seethed with lust, while her sex clenched and sucked in readiness to be entered.

“Mary Jane,” Tony said hoarsely, as if summoning her.

Mary Jane balled her hands into two tight fists, then threw her head back to let out a shrill laugh. If Peter couldn’t take care of her, why not let Tony do it? He was certainly capable of it. In every aspect imaginable. It was time she got to be happy. She’d tried being a poor wife. Now she’d see how life was as a rich whore.

“You asked for me, Tony?” she simpered in a heated voice, turning and leaning against the stove as she fixed him with a burning gaze. This time she didn’t try to hold back her feelings. She was on fire. Every little bit of her cunt wanted to be wrapped around his big cock.

Tony could tell what she wanted. He smiled triumphantly as he walked up to her. Mary Jane reached out to him in complete surrender, putting her arms around his neck, clasping her fingers behind his neck, and pressing her full breasts against his chest.

“Do you want my cunt, Tony? Do you want to fuck me? Because you’d better make it worth my while,” she cooed, feeling his clever hands unzipping her skirt. It floated down to the floor and he moved onto her panties. Mary Jane undulated her hips as if belly-dancing and he rolled them off of her. She moaned as she was exposed, rolling her head from side to side with the lust she openly felt. Tony kept trying to draw her wet panties down her long legs.

“Goddamnit!” Tony barked, giving up at trying to get her tangled panties unstuck from her legs. He jumped up and moved to her blouse, ripping it open. “I’ll buy you a new blouse, for starters!”

Mary Jane moaned happily, her nipples so stiff they chaffed against her bra and begged to be free, to be fondled. Tony moved his hands to them, covering her deliciously round breasts and squeezing them for all they were worth. He kept hunching against her, raking his groin against her wet pussy. With each rub of his bulge against her bare cunt, Mary Jane felt herself pulse scrumptiously.

“Will you buy me a new bra, too?” Mary Jane teased, and Tony’s hands flew to her bra.

In a moment, he’d ripped it off her. It fell to the floor, shredded. Tony ran one hand worshipfully over her bare breasts while his other went down to unzip his fly. Instinctively, Mary Jane rolled her own hands down Tony’s belly, over his lap, until she found her way inside his open fly. Her trembling fingers were singed by the heat of the bulge in his boxers. There was nothing to stop her from taking his erection in her hands!

“I want you. Goddamn, there’s nothing I want more than to have this big fucker inside you!” Tony groaned, shaking with need as she slid one hand inside the crotch of his boxers.

She felt his fat cock straining against the confines of his underwear, throbbing potently, and when she squeezed it, Tony’s breath whooshed from him in sheer delight. Licking her lips, Mary Jane drew him out of his boxers and into the open air.

“Ready for bed?” Tony cooed to her, patting her hand where it was clasped on his prick.

“No, not the bed,” Mary Jane insisted. Even as turned on as she was, she couldn’t forget old-fashioned ideas about the bedroom being what she shared with Peter. She still felt something for him. Fucking another man in their bed—in any bed—felt like a more intimate betrayal even than having an affair. It didn’t fit the whorish nature of what she was doing with Tony; it was too tender for a slut like she was being.

“Alright then, right here,” Tony declared, flicking off the lights, then pulling Mary Jane willingly to the couch.

The next thing she knew, he was on top of her, his shirt and pants gone, leaving only his boxers in the way as he rubbed himself against her nearly naked body.

“You want it as bad as I do, huh MJ?” Tony groaned in her ear, his hands sweeping over her full breasts with lascivious enjoyment.

“Oh God,” was all Mary Jane could say.

She felt his hand go down between their bodies and cup her bare pussy. It made her throw her head back into the cushions. She shut her eyes, moaning low and hard, strands of red hair clinging to her sweat-damp face as Tony’s fingers worked frenziedly over her engorged pussy lips.

“You can’t possibly want it as much as I want this sweet ass,” Tony grunted, now rubbing his lips against hers.

Creamy wetness ran from her slit as he worked his fingers along in. Mary Jane pressed her ass down into the cushions and dragged her fingernails across Tony’s back, leaving tendrils of red behind them. She couldn’t believe what he was making her feel. Even Peter, with all his powers, couldn’t light her on fire like Tony was doing to her. Her nipples were crushed against his hairy chest, seething with energy while his hips pressed and rubbed her at her groin. Forcing Mary Jane to spread her legs to allow him to move against her so lovingly.

“God, fuck me! Give me your cock!” she hissed between her teeth.

Tony laughed, returned to where her panties bridged her thighs, and finally drawing them down her legs. Mary Jane lifted up her ass, feeling her wet cunt rub against Tony’s cock as he slipped her panties off. He tossed them away, then slid down to her, bringing his mouth to the crimson thatch that proved she was a natural redhead.

Mary Jane hiked up her knees to better spread them, opening her thighs up for Tony to crawl between. He nuzzled his nose into her pubic hair, his mouth open wide.

“MMMM—yes!” Mary Jane gasped, her eyes rolling back in her skull as Tony merged his mouth with her pussy, taking all of her tender slit into his mouth and bathing it with his tongue. “That’s what I’ve needed. That’s what Peter hasn’t… uhhhh!”

She dug her fingernails even deeper into his broad shoulders, raking his tanned skin in the delirium of the pleasure her body was exploding with. Tony sucked at her like he was as hungry for her taste as she’d been for him to taste her. The room filled with the obscene sounds of his tongue lapping at her wet folds. Mary Jane twisted her hips from side to side, scissoring her knees together as she tried to intensify the feeling of his tongue, use it to satisfy the ever-growing itch she felt in the depths of her cunt.

But Tony’s mouth was only making that need worse. His lips teased her clit to a fever pitch, forcing her legs to close around his head and hold him to her body as it bucked and writhed with the electrified pleasure running through it. His rough tongue scoured over her pussy, inevitably slashing at her engorged clit. Heaving with passion, Mary Jane jerked her hips up in tiny humps, not sure if she was trying to escape the feeling or accentuate it.

“Christ! You’re so wet, I could get my fist inside you!” Tony remarked as he pulled his mouth off her, crawling up her body to be face to face with her again.

Mary Jane had nothing to say. Everything she thought felt like a betrayal of her husband. She kept comparing them, her husband and her lover, and by any metric, Tony was a far better cocksman. He had a far better cock, period. Mary Jane slid her hands down his back, across his waist, finally between their bodies, where she touched the big, beautiful prick standing between his legs.

“Guess it’s not my fist you want, huh?” Tony teased her, smiling cockily, as he picked himself up, towering over her on his knees. Even with it semi-dark, Mary Jane could see his throbbing prick sticking out of his boxers. Leering at her, Tony spat in his hand and lubricated his big cock. Mary Jane gasped as it pushed outward under his hand’s stroking ministrations, until the swollen knob was only inches from her moist lips.

Instinctively, Mary Jane reached out and wrapped her fingers around his fat shaft. She could barely fit them around his monstrous girth. Tony closed his eyes, quaking slightly as Mary Jane squeezed a little, confirming that he was really as big and long as he seemed. And as virile. Peter probably would’ve come already from her touching him like this, but Tony’s only response was for the veins running the length of his prick to pump against her fingers. Mary Jane licked her lips in excitement. She wondered how much she’d get to play with this huge dick before she made Tony blow.

“You look like you’re not so used to dealing with that size cock,” Tony observed smugly. “Tell me, how big is Parker anyway?”

Mary Jane bit her lip. She couldn’t believe she was answering such an intimate question, but with all the other ways she’d turned on Peter, if she held back now, the hypocrisy would sting her too deep for her to stand. At least admitting the truth would be consistent. “He says he’s almost six inches. He thinks he’s at least five. But when I’ve measured him for fitted condoms, the biggest I’ve ever seen him is four and a half inches. And no girth. I only feel him on one side of my cunt at a time.”

Tony chuckled, decidedly amused with the lackluster details of her love life. Maybe it appealed to him to blow her mind with what his fat prick could do. “That’s not going to be a problem for you now, babe.”

He crashed down on her, shoving her down into the couch as he pushed his engorged erection into her slit. Mary Jane felt herself trembling, trembling all over, with the pressure on her cunt demanding entry. Tony breathed hard and bullishly, anxious to be inside her now that he’d felt a hint of her tightness. Mary Jane could only moan with her own growing excitement as she waited torturously for him to finally enter her.

“Give it to me!” She had a nightmarish vision of Tony shooting his cum onto her belly without satisfying her and it took her a moment to realize that she was accustomed to that from Peter. Tony was a whole new ballgame; there was no need for her to worry. Mary Jane wasn’t going to waste this opportunity. She was going to come with his prick inside her. As long as she was cheating on her husband, she wouldn’t accept anything less. ”Oh please, let me have it!”

“Have what?” Tony cooed to her, pulling his head back to give her a mocking look. He reached down to massage her clit and Mary Jane mewled in ecstasy. Tony could probably get her off with his fingers better than Peter could with his cock. “Have what, Red?”

“That big prick, damn you!” Mary Jane barked, writhing sinuously underneath his body, rubbing against his flesh in an attempt to elicit more passion from him. So much desire that he was overwhelmed, gave into it, and fucked her the way she so desperately needed to be fucked.

“Hold still then, ginger. I may have a big weapon, but you can’t expect me to hit a moving target with it!”

Tony put his hands on either side of her, holding himself up for the first thrust. Mary Jane sucked in a hot breath and closed her eyes. The tension was unbearable, but also beautiful. She felt the heat radiating from Tony’s groin and she opened her legs to it. Even if she couldn’t take his enormous cock, she still loved to feel the heat of his cock breaking against her slit. Her labia opened up like a flower, basking in that warmth, waiting for Tony’s lengthy member to slide into it. Scratch that itch that was so devilishly preventing her from being satisfied.

Mary Jane’s body was flattened to the couch by the pressure of Tony’s weight, her head tossing from side to side as she felt herself being forced open by his stiff prick. It pushed through her outer folds, stretching them until they had accepted all of Tony’s girth, then his cock slid home into her inner flesh, the hot darkness it finally belonged in. Mary Jane tingled all over to feel him sink into her, fiery sensations, like his cock was a hot poker tending a flame.

As their bodies moved closer, more and more of Tony’s manhood slotting itself inside Mary Jane’s cunt, she groaned, her voice reeling between delight and satiation. Every throbbing vein in his member moved over her pleading folds. Finally, she felt Tony’s body hair traipsing onto her hot flesh. His breath came in harsh gasps as he swam in the sensation of her tight pussy. Sweat dripped from his muscular body, rubbing onto Mary Jane’s creamy skin while he shoved the last inch of his erection into her.

“GHH!” Mary Jane groaned, almost slipping out of consciousness as Tony’s big cock throbbed against so much of her inner walls. She didn’t want to move, so satiated was she by the fullness inside her. She could’ve laid there for centuries, filled to the hilt with each of Tony’s girthy inches.

Tony grunted in exertion, his breathing coming hot and heavy as he hunched back and forward. With each jerk forward, his cock thrust inside her and her walls clenched tightly around it, trying to hold it in her slick, silken confines. As Tony came down with more and more of his weight on top of her body, Mary Jane felt her clit being rubbed by his strokes, electrified to the point of orgasm.

Mary Jane tried to keep silent, out of some loyalty to Peter, who had never made her scream, but finally she had to cry out hoarsely. “Ohhh… fuck me! Nnngh!”

“You seem a little reluctant to say what you’re clearly feeling,” Tony growled, bringing his hips high, drawing himself out of her in preparation for a hammering thrust down into her receptive body. “Is it Peter? When’s the last time he actually made you come?”

Tony’s cockhead was barely inside her, but Mary Jane was endlessly aware of its presence, Tony circling his loins above her so that she continuously felt the stirrings of him beginning to penetrate her. But only beginning to. The rolling, sliding motions of his engorged knob between her lips made Mary Jane cry out in delirious answer, unable to hold back:

“I don’t remember! When he wore the black suit!? Maybe?”

“Ha!” Tony grunted in satisfaction, his dark hair plastered to his sweaty forehead. He took one last look at how Mary Jane’s body begged and twisted and writhed in readiness for him. Then he came down on her powerfully, thrusting the full length of his manhood into her sucking pussy.

Mary Jane could no longer speak, only grunt while he railed into her again and again. Her pussy trickled out its juices in uncontrollable amounts, gulping out of her with the entrances of Tony’s cock as he hammered away. Her cunt burned hotter and hotter under his constant, demanding assault. She felt herself peaking, climbing towards orgasm while Tony’s cock stirred as well. Throbbing insistently in a precursor to orgasm, ready to fill her. With some sixth sense, Mary Jane could tell Tony had more cum to inundate her with than Peter had spilled in their whole marriage.

They pumped and surged against each other, their hips smashing together, filling the room with the riotous sounds of sex. Tony pitched himself into her, holding back his cum until his balls ached, they were so thoroughly full but contracting so tightly. Packing his shaft full of hot cum until his knob felt like it was brimming with it, but he couldn’t, wouldn’t, let it spill just yet.

“Can’t hold out much more!” Tony groaned, closing his eyes and throwing back his head, relishing in the delight of grinding his crotch down into Mary Jane’s lap, even as the frustration of holding back his orgasm mounted.

“Please! Don’t come yet!” Mary Jane pleaded, flexing her hips up against his to try to get enough friction to finish herself off. She was so close, closer than she’d ever been with Peter. She felt as though she were dying of thirst and suddenly a glass of water was in sight. Her hungry sex devoured Tony’s cock, drinking in the heat of their fucking, savoring the feeling of his precum anointing her folds.

“I can’t!” Tony gritted out. “Gotta… GOTTA COME!”

His whole body tensed up, locking into paralysis as he threw himself for the last time into Mary Jane’s cunt. He dropped on top of her, shaking and seething, then heaving as he pumped a river of hot cum deep into her pussy. He quaked all over like a machine breaking down, then sank even deeper onto Mary Jane’s body, letting her get off on his still-hard erection.

“Unhh!” Mary Jane moaned, feeling his cum spurt into her pussy, sear its way into her depths. His cockhead swelled before it vented, shooting into her in thick, fast throbs. She felt wetness fly up into her core and batter her throbbing walls until they were inundated with his jism. The incomprehensible thought of what he was doing to her long-parched womanhood finally pushed Mary Jane across the finishing line.

It was her first orgasm in years. Her cunt, her ass, her whole body squeezed tight, drawing every ounce of strength from her to milk Tony’s rampant erection. Intensifying her orgasm, making her more sensitive to his ejaculation than ever. Mary Jane felt as though she’d been blown right through the couch, shocked into some strange world when the first contraction rippled through her sex, almost painful in its newness. Her snatch clenched hard along Tony’s eight inches of cock, giving an appreciative squeeze to that which she hadn’t had in so long.

“OHHHH!” Mary Jane screamed, her voice exploding along with the rest of her. “Fffuucckk!”

Her hands crawled along Tony’s back, the only movement she could manage and it was to encourage him to stay inside her, keep filling her with his seed. And his prick was indeed pouring another load into her juicy cunt. Her folds sang while her lips let out shrill cries of satiation. Tony kept grunting and groaning along with her, satisfying himself as much as possible with Mary Jane coming and coming, compensating for her reticence to orgasm with sheer length. It was as if she were making up for lost time.

Finally, it was done. Mary Jane lapsed into an exhausted stupor while Tony sprawled out on top of her body, drained from both the work of getting her off and the massive load he had pumped into her.

“Not bad for a married woman,” Tony muttered as he rested himself on her ample curves.

“God, I swore I’d never do that again,” Mary Jane babbled, semiconscious.

“Fuck?” Tony asked in amazement, raising his head to look into Mary Jane’s unfocused eyes.

“No. Being with a man who isn’t my husband,” Mary Jane sighed, racked with feelings of guilt. Peter wasn’t the only man she’d ever been with, but he was the only one she had married. Now she’d cheated on him and she felt like a whore for it, a whore for being satisfied by adultery. How could she ever look Peter in the eye again?

“Come on now. Peter can’t be anything to write home about if you were that starved for a good fuck. I can tell when a woman’s been gagging for it. And you needed it like you needed to breathe by the time you came to me,” Tony said, running his hand lightly over her cheek.

“Please get off me,” Mary Jane said, as if Peter might walk in on them at any moment.

“Women. You’re all faithful once you’re satisfied,” Tony mused, shaking his head as he pulled his flaccid manhood from her. “Call if you need anything, huh?”

He pulled up his boxers, pushing his cock back inside them. He was already fixing his hair when Mary Jane got off the couch and knelt before him. She pulled his boxers back down.

“Then again, women never cease to amaze me either,” Tony sighed softly, feeling her warm, wet lips around his cockhead.

Mary Jane worked diligently, sucking his seed as well as her own juices from the entire length of his member. It didn’t take long—especially considering the refractory period Mary Jane was used to—for her to work Tony’s thick cock back into stiffness. Her pussy burned in anticipation from the taste of their mingled cream. She wanted more of their bodies to taste like that.

“Let’s try it in the bedroom now, tiger,” she smiled up at him, once her work had left Tony hard as a rock once more.