It was the candles. Their sweet, tempting scent was reminiscent of a hot summer night back from Tony's bachelor days. He was reminded of the mixed cocktails and soft, sun-kissed skin. Pepper was out, and fuck, was he horny. And he didn't mind going solo for one night. The narcissism inside of Tony truly made him believe that he was the best fuck he'll ever have; the same narcissism that translated to a confidence that the ladies could not resist no matter how hard they tried.
He reached into his night table drawer and found some warming lube to maximize his pleasure. He cued up his extensive porn library, held in an encrypted file that pristine Pepper could never find. He found a video of two lesbians; one a blonde and one a brunette. He could see the lust in their eyes and he could start to feel the lust growing in the pit of his stomach. As they began to tongue fuck one another, Tony carefully squeezed some of the warming lube into his hand and with his mouth slightly open, he let out a throaty groan and began stroking up and down his length.
"Fuck," he grunted as the girls in the video began to moan louder. There was a vein protruding from his now solid as rock hard on, and it throbbed with every rush of blood he experienced. He started going faster, almost begging the girls to find their release so he could. He circled his tip teasingly with his thumb and shut his eyes as his breath hitched. His thoughts became cloudy as he completely immersed himself in the ecstasy running through his entire body. He ached with desire as he continued to thrust his aching cock into his own hand. He began to massage his balls with the other, heightening his sensitivity.
"Pep… fuck me Pep," he groaned as he now imagined her bouncing up and down on his erection, perky little tits bouncing ever so slightly. He wanted to grip her hips. He wanted to bite down on the small space between her shoulder and her collarbone. He wanted to taste her soft, porcelain skin with his tongue and send her into a whirlwind of pure eroticism. But what he really wanted to do was take complete, utter control of her. He imagined ripping her off of him, slamming her onto her stomach onto the bed, picking up her thighs and gripping them like the handles of a wheelbarrow, and fucking her hard and rough with no mercy. He wanted her to cry out so loudly… he wanted her to beg for more… he wanted her to just spill her juices all over their Egyptian cotton sheets. All of this want was too much for him.
"Oh, oh my… oh my fucking GOD," Tony shouted as he could feel himself reaching release. His balls began to tighten, and he could tell that he was without a doubt going to cum within seconds…
"Mmmph… f-fuck," he grunted as the ropes of thick white cum coated his lean stomach. He was drenched in sweat and his skin glowed vibrantly. Without even bothering to clean up, he picked up the phone on the night table and dialed Pepper at the speed of light. After about two rings, she answered.
"Hello?"
"Pep, get home. NOW." Tony growled, wanting to fuck her already. Pepper let out a gasp. She knew exactly what that tone meant; she felt herself growing wet in her little white cotton panties as she swerved the car and turned around for home.
Tony smirked.