Tony had just about had it with Natasha's games; he was in control of the reins now. He picked her up and she wrapped her strong thighs tightly around his toned torso.

"Hope you're ready, sweetheart," Tony growled as he suddenly rammed her into the wall. Natasha cried out in ecstasy from the combination of Tony's solid cock penetrating her deeply and the feeling of his strong biceps gripping her tight. He continued to thrust into her at a dangerously quick pace, causing her to throw her head back.

Not breaking his concentration, Tony bit down on Natasha's shoulder blade, hearing not only her breath hitch in the back of her throat, but her scream out his name; he knew she was trying her best to hold back and failing.

"Ooh, Natasha... What happened to being in control," he growled, lips pressed up against her neck, teeth tugging gently on her flesh. Natasha was feeling far too good to argue, so she let the charming narcissist have his moment of pride.

Natasha's thoughts were interrupted by Tony suddenly removing her from the wall and slamming her to the ground.

"Wait baby," he teased, "let me taste that wet pussy."

Natasha's eyes grew wide, but before she could say anything, she could feel Tony's facial hair tickle her folds as he suddenly darted his tongue onto her clit.

"Oh my god, TONY " Natasha cried out, grabbing onto Tony's hair as he continued to tease her clit.

"Beg for more, baby," Tony said suddenly sitting up, two fingers now moving at extreme speed back and forth on Natasha's clit.

"AHH FUCK ME TONY," Natasha cried out, the teasing becoming all too much for her.

"Aww, baby... I knew you'd submit to me one day," Tony replied, devilish smirk and all. He finished his tease by rolling her clit between his thumb and index finger rhythmically slow to build up her desire even more. It worked. He grabbed Natasha by the thighs and positioned them behind the flexible assassin's head.

"Good girl," he grunted as he shoved his throbbing cock into her drenched pussy. The unfamiliar position for Natasha had her whole body on fire as she found the complex position to be an aphrodisiac. She could feel her mind go blank as she was completely consumed by sheer, raw pleasure. She could feel her orgasm building up in her core, and knew it was going to erupt within her any second.

"Tony, oh my god don't stop... I'm gonna... AHHH!" she cried out as she felt wave after wave of her orgasm create a seismic shock from within. Her muscles clenched Tony tightly, who was also about to reach his climax.

"Oh my god, Natasha... When you squeeze it like that, holy shit... Here it-" Tony choked out as he suddenly pulled out and shot his load all over Natasha's perfect breasts. They both collapsed onto the floor, breathless as they stared up at the ceiling of the posh hotel room.

"Wow, we made quite a mess," Tony laughed as he now looked at the debris they left around the room from their intense sex session. They definitely busted through some dry wall, the sheets were ripped off of the bed, and the pictures on the wall were either crooked on the wall or had fallen to the floor. Natasha looked up in disbelief a the scene.

"Oh my god. We are going to get into such shit for this," Natasha said, panicked, "what are we going to do if the media finds-"

Natasha was suddenly cut off by Tony pressing finger against her lips.

"Nat. You talk WAY too much," he chuckled, tucking a tendril of crimson hair behind her ear. On impulse, he pressed his lips against her's, and they drifted off into a euphoric state, not thinking about the consequences of the following day.