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Chapter Twenty-Eight

By darthelwig

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“‘Date With an Avenger.’ Really? This is Stark’s idea of a good time?” Wanda was furious. Her anger was a tempest filling the bedroom with crackling energy.

“Auctioning off a date with an Avenger is a good fundraising idea,” Vision said mildly.

“Stark has billions. Why does he need to fundraise using us? Are we prizes to be trotted out and put on display?”

“It’s also an excellent way for the Avengers to build goodwill with the public,” he pointed out.

“You mean with his rich friends,” Wanda snapped. “As if I want some rich, entitled asshole telling me how ‘exotic’ I sound, and how ‘gorgeous’ I am, and basically drooling all over me like has happened before.” She wrinkled her nose in disgust.

“I admit. The idea of another man being close and wanting to touch you displeases me.” Understatement. He would rip the hands off any man who tried, if she didn’t kill them first.

“And someone will want to have you, my Vision,” Wanda said, moving close. “Man or woman, I don’t care. They can’t have you. You are mine.” She pounced on him, mouth seeking his in feverish kisses as she drove them both against the wall. Her hands traveled downwards, one firmly squeezing his ass while the other rubbed his cock through his clothing. He moaned into her mouth, crushing his lips against hers as he cupped her face.

Wanda pulled him over to her bed and roughly shoved him down on it. He propped himself up on his elbows to watch her while she began unbuttoning her shirt, eyes hotly fixed on him.

“No one touches what is mine,” she said hoarsely. Dropping her shirt to the floor, she ran her hands over her bare breasts. “No one touches what is yours.” Next to go was her skirt, and her panty, then she was naked before him, flushed with anger and desire. “Clothes,” she ordered, and Vision phased out of them, her ever-willing love. She straddled his lap, wrapping her hand around his hard cock as she did so.

“Wanda,” he breathed, eyes wide.

“This is mine,” she said huskily. “No one else has touched it. No one else has put their lips to it, licked it, sucked it. No one else has felt it sliding into their body. No one else has made you gasp and writhe and moan, or felt you lose control. No one else has seen your face when you come.” He was gaping at her, chest hitching with every breath. Wanda positioned him at her entrance. “And no one ever will,” she said as she slid down his length, taking him all the way to the root, groaning at the feeling of fullness as her body stretched around him.

Vision collapsed back against the mattress, his hands gripping the blanket beneath them in tight fists. Wanda raised herself up and then sank slowly back down on his cock, savoring every exquisite moment.

“Mine,” she whispered. She palmed her breasts and squeezed as she rode him, and Vision watched, entranced. She plucked at her hard nipples, enjoying the way he stared, needing his attention. She braced herself on his chest as she worked her hips in slow circles, drawing a moan from her lover, who still hadn’t touched her. His gaze alternated between her face and breasts, and she smirked.

“Those are yours, Vision,” she said breathlessly. He reached for her finally, tweaked her nipples, and she gasped. “Fuck. All yours, my Vision. Would you have another man touch me?” Vision’s face darkened, and he flipped them so he had her pinned to the bed.

“Never,” he growled, thrusting forcefully into her. He leaned down to bite and suck her nipples as he pounded her hard, driving the breath from her lungs with every plunge into her silky cunt. “Never,” he said again, and reached between them to pinch her clit, covering her mouth with his to swallow her scream. Wanda bucked against his hand, desperate for more. She was making little noises every time he bottomed out in her, unable to control herself, wild in her lust. She clutched at him, eyes open but unseeing, aware only of the pain/pleasure as he claimed her.

Her orgasm was sudden and explosive, and she writhed wildly beneath him, but he only fucked her harder, faster, deeper. Her body responded, climbing to another climax, and as she shook apart beneath his heaving body, she heard Vision’s guttural roar of triumph as he came.

He nuzzled her neck, dragging his teeth over the soft skin, and her sore pussy clenched around him.

“You know this will be nothing like you are imagining,” he said softly, and she nodded.

“I know, but still. I can’t help but be jealous, Vision. They can be seen with you, and I can’t.” Her throat was tight with emotion, with tears she refused to shed, and Vision cupped her face.

“We could go public,” he said.

“You know this is not a good time. Not with how tense things are between everyone.”

“I suppose.” He kissed her tenderly. “Know that I love you, Wanda, and I will always be yours.”

“As I am yours, Vision. No matter what.”

He smiled and kissed her again, and she rolled her hips against him.

“More?” he asked.

“More,” she said, and pulled him down into another kiss.
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