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“Spent”

Chapter Thirty-Five

By darthelwig

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“Are you jealous, Wanda?” Vision asked, lips quirked in a smile. He moved her gracefully over the dance floor even as her temper raged. She was keeping admirable control, her face betraying nothing except for the tightness of her jaw and raw anger in her eyes.

“Yes,” she hissed through gritted teeth. “You know I am.”

“It is nice to hear it, though,” he told her calmly. “You have nothing to worry about. There is only you, Wanda.”

“I know that,” she admitted, “but she was rubbing herself on you while you danced, Vision. It was...” she struggled for the words for a moment, “inappropriate.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle at his jealous little minx who looked like she was ready to find that woman and shred her to tiny pieces. She glared at him, but he couldn’t help his amusement.

“You are so beautiful in your anger,” he said softly, “and so fierce. Over a being who isn’t even truly a man.”

Wanda’s eyes widened, then narrowed dangerously.

“Not a man?” she asked, lowering her voice and leaning closer. “Would someone who wasn’t a man bring me as much pleasure as you do? Would a robot fuck me as passionately? Do you think you are some sort of glorified vibrator, Vision? Do you think I would suck you off if you weren’t real?”

Vision’s fingers threaded through hers where he held her hand, and his smile faded away.

“I apologize, Wanda. I meant no insult,” he said.

“Do not belittle yourself,” she told him firmly. She glanced around to see if anyone was watching, them tugged his hand to lead him off the dance floor. She didn’t stop until they were well away from the festivities, in a tiny room that served a purpose he couldn’t even begin to guess at.

“Fuck me,” she said, reaching for him, pulling him to her lips. He came easily, resistance to her simply not in his nature.

“Here? Now?” he asked, though he knew the answer.

“Yes. I want you inside me. Feel me. I’m so wet,” she said, taking his hand and guiding it between her legs, yanking her dress up to do so. Her long legs were bare before him except for nearly sheer stockings, his fingers in her silky panties, stroking her dripping slit, and he was lost.

Vision kissed her like he was starved for her, and maybe he was. It suddenly felt like ages since he’d had her. He pumped his fingers into her rough and fast, enough to make her clutch him for support as she bounced wildly on his hand. Her forehead fell against his shoulder, and the little high-pitched whimpers at the end of every breath she took made his cock strain and throb.

She wanted to be fucked. Vision would always give her what she wanted. He ripped the tiny slip of a panty right off her and smiled as she gasped, then hitched her legs up around his waist. Wanda’s slender fingers slid between them to position him at her entrance and he slowly lowered her onto his cock.

He had to pause for a moment to take it in. Wanda always felt like sin, too good to be true, but this was so much more. She burned against him, around him. He felt her in his very bones.

“Fuck me, Vision. God, please, just do it,” she said breathlessly, her breath hot on his skin as she pleaded with him. He didn’t answer, just thrust hard into her, the force shoving her back against the door. He pinned her there, her legs tight around him, and began to fuck her in earnest, each punishing thrust powerful enough to shake the door in its frame.

Wanda clung to him. Her lips and teeth found the tender areas of his flesh, nibbled and soothed as he pounded her.

“Mine,” she whispered against his throat.

“Always,” he moaned, barely able to get the word out. “Wanda...”

“Come for me, Vision. Give it to me.” She kissed him, forced him to accept her tongue though he could hardly focus.

Vision let himself go, immersed himself in the feel of her, her tight heat gripping his cock, inner muscles squeezing his shaft in the most maddening way. He thought of nothing but how good it felt, powering into her repeatedly.

He didn’t hear her harsh breathing or the thump of the door that would’ve signaled to anyone walking by what was going on behind it. His world had narrowed down to his cock and her sweet, wet cunt. His grip on her thighs grew tighter as he gave a few more desperate thrusts into her and found his release.

He rested his forehead on her shoulder until he felt capable of speech again.

“Wanda,” he breathed, then kissed her softly. She arched into him, her body still hot and throbbing, and he pulled back. “You haven’t come.”

“No,” she admitted.

“Allow me,” he said. Vision put her back on her feet and slid down to his knees, looking up at her with the most worshipful gaze. He pushed her dress up and pressed a kiss to her bare mound before plunging his tongue into her pussy.

Wanda fell back against the door, and Vision braced her, held her in place. It didn’t take much to make her come. Wanda was already on edge. He flicked his tongue over her clit a few times before taking the tiny nub between his lips and swirling his tongue over it, and her climax hit her hard. She jerked and quaked in his hands, voice breaking when she cried out.

Vision licked and sucked her folds until the last tremors were finished and her breathing began to even out again. He sat back on his heels and grinned up at her, and Wanda bent down to kiss him.

“Those were not the actions of a robot, Vision. Those were the actions of a man.” She spoke quietly, so close her breath brushed over his lips, and he shivered.

“Your man,” Vision said, and she smirked.

“Don’t you forget it.”
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