But Tony didn't stop, not even for a moment. His grip tightened on her waist as he kept moving, kept thrusting, fucking her through her climax and straight into another. Her body spasmed as the muscles of her belly knotted up, overwhelmed, her moans turning into incoherent whimpers while her pussy dribbled out with each thrust. Each plunge squelched inside her, each jolt struck against her cervix.
Her body writhed against him. She couldn't think, couldn't do anything but take it, let him use her, let him fuck her until she was nothing but a trembling, breathless mess in his arms. She could feel it; the way his body tensed, the way his cock pulsed inside her with those thick veins. Nothing but sinful, dirty pleasure, taunting her, teasing her, driving her towards the edge.
Tony's control was slipping, his thrusts growing rougher, more desperate. He could feel it in his balls, the tight pressure taunting him close to the edge. Wild and unrestrained, wanting to devour her completely.
"Where?" He gritted out, his breath ragged against her ear.
May barely managed to answer, her words breaking between moans. "D-Don't worry… oh! I'm on pills… Ahhh!"
Tony hesitated for only a moment before his hands slid down to her waist. His fingers pressed into the soft, heated skin of her rolling hips, pulling her closer, holding her steady. Then, with a sharp thrust, he drove up into her, sheathing himself to the hilt.
"Ahhh!" A gasp broke from her lips, her prim nails digging into his back as her body arched against him.
He didn't give her time to adjust, didn't let her catch her breath. He set a slow, punishing pace, dragging his cock almost all the way out to his swollen head before slamming it back in. Each thrust was deep and deliberate, each movement forcing another sweet cry from her lips.
She clenched around him, gripping him like she never wanted to let go, and the thought sent fire through his veins.
His pace quickened; hard, deep plunges that sent May shuddering in his grasp. He felt the way she tensed, the way her breath hitched, and her pussy twitched as pleasure overtook her. When she came again, she quivered against his chest, her body squeezing his cock tight, milking him to oblivion.
"Fuck…" Tony cursed under his breath, holding her down as he buried himself balls-deep each time, groaning low and rough.
The heat of it made her whimper, and something about that sound made his pulse thrum with satisfaction. His grip tightened on her hips as he slammed into her one last time, his cock diving deep to its hilt. A massive wave of pleasure flooded his entire being.
Heat surged through him as the final barrier of restraint broke. Blood rushed towards his loins, sending out a heavy burst of creamy, sticky batter, spilling deep inside her. He felt her squeeze him through the last twitches of his climax, throwing him deep into cloud nine.
They both held each other, riding the waves of bliss coursing through them. For a moment, neither of them moved, their bodies tangled, breath mingling. It felt amazing, perfect, warm and wet, dirty and dazzling.
Slowly, Tony exhaled, easing back as he pulled out, his cock still thick and sensitive. A warm, creamy trail leaked from between her legs, dripping onto his calming length. The sensations of her dripping pussy against his cream-covered flaccid length sent a pulse of satisfaction through him. He smirked, running his hands lazily up her thighs, enjoying the way she shivered beneath his touch.
May stayed right there, straddling him, her body still pressed against his. Her hands came up to cradle his face, her thumbs brushing along the stubble of his jaw.
"Thanks," she murmured.
Tony let out a breathy chuckle, still smirking. "For what?"
May's lips curved into a small, almost bashful smile. "Life was kinda dull before you. Boring. Just the same old thing. Until you…"
Her voice softened, her fingers tracing slow patterns along his cheek. "I love Peter like my own, but I wanted something more. And then you came at the right time."
Tony's smirk deepened, a wicked glint in his eye. "I sure came… a lot."
"You—" May laughed, swatting his chest, but the way she looked at him, still holding his face, still close, made something settle inside him.
She leaned in, her breath warm against his lips. "I feel alive again. Thanks to you."
Tony chuckled, leaning back as he pulled her in, close and warm. "You know, you keep me grounded. Sometimes, I have these dreams where I just lose it—full-on psycho-dictator mode. I mean, I own the government, I've got the tech, the money, and let's be honest, the influence. If I went off the deep end—I can fuck this world up if I go crazy, May."
"Hmm…" May pulled her face back and stared at Tony intently. "Nope, not the megalomaniac type. Playboy? Absolutely. A politician? Not even close."
"I'm not a politician," Tony replied and softly traced her jawline with a hand, tucking locks of hair behind her ear. May being an ordinary woman was what made it all so pleasant. No random talks of politics or world-ending issues. Just small talk and sex.
"Don't overthink it. You did a pretty good job," May said, starting to shift off his lap. "I saw the news. Your approval is still above eighty percent, the highest in history. People like you. That's gotta count for something."
"I guess."
Tony yawned and stretched his arms as May got off of him. He grabbed some tissues that May gave him and quickly wiped himself clean, fixing his pants after that.
Silently, he listened to Jarvis give him a report on Peter in his ear while he waited for May to return from the bathroom. The more he heard, the more he felt troubled. It was a lot to digest for him, let alone May.
Clack!
Just as May came out of the bathroom, the main door of the apartment also opened. Peter walked in with his schoolbag, his face looking a little too tired for a nerdy kid just back from school.
Tony grabbed his glasses from the coffee table and looked at Peter. One scan at the backpack, and he knew the contents inside.
"M-Mr. Stark?" Peter froze in shock.
"Hey, kid." Tony waved back. "How's school going?"
"Goo—I mean, awesome! I aced the physics exam, and I just made the Academic Decathlon team!"
Tony was no amateur. He knew a nervous kid when he saw one. He'd seen Peter so many times already that by now, it made no sense for the boy to lose his cool in front of him.
"Let's have a chat." Tony turned around and walked towards Peter's room door. "In your room."
Nervously, Peter followed Tony into the room and shut the door behind him. By then, Tony was already seated in front of the top-of-the-line computer. Peter didn't lack any resources, as May had a far better job. Nice computer, nice pocket money, and even a few tech devices in the room from the looks of it.
"Mr. Stark, did something happen?"
"Yep," Tony said, pulling out his phone. "Got a call from May this morning—she's worried about you. Had Jarvis do a little digging, and surprise, surprise, look what turned up."
A holographic screen formed from the phone and showed videos of a guy in a red suit and mask saving people, swinging by, stopping cars and trucks, and even lifting them.
"Giving Captain a run for his money? Even he can't lift a truck like that." Tony muttered and kept showing the videos.
"T-That's… That's computer generated, you know."
"Take a look again." The video then changed to a small camera near an isolated alleyway. Peter walked into that alleyway, and then the guy in a red suit came out swinging, wearing the same bag as Peter. "Gotta hand it to whoever did the CGI. Pretty realistic, huh?"
Peter froze, stuttering without words. "I-I…"
"So, Spider-Boy?"
"S-Spider Man."
Tony shook his head and began walking around the room, eventually finding the red suit hidden in the cupboard. "Nope, Spider Teen is better. You're what? Fourteen? Definitely not a man."
Peter sat down on his bed, nervously watching Tony walk around the room.
"You made this?" Tony asked, holding a small glass tube in his hand. "Tensile strength is off the charts. What about climbing walls?"
"It's uh… a long story."
"I got time." Tony shrugged, stashing away the low-budget superhero getup and sitting down. "I know, shocking, right? But I do. Lay it on me—no edits, no shortcuts."
Peter gulped and nodded. There was no other way to go about it.
"So, I went on this field trip… I had a fever for a night, and when I woke up, I felt stronger. Like, bend-steel strong. And my hands? Super sticky. I could hear a lady screaming for help, like, blocks away. Even tracked a fly with my eyes. And then I thought…"
Tony listened to Peter with patience. By now, he'd seen so many things that what Peter said didn't shock him. After the recent Fantastic Four fiasco, it seemed anyone could gain superpowers as long as the conditions were right.
Peter didn't have the X-gene, he knew that already. So whatever that spider did, it made Peter a greater Super Soldier than anything the Captain could dream of.
"And the first thing you thought of after all these magical upgrades was to play superhero?" Tony asked, raising an eyebrow. "Seriously? What's the motivation? You're a kid, why not live a little?"
"Because it's wrong," Peter blurted out. "I-I mean, it wouldn't be right… turning into some star athlete overnight. I can't tell anyone about this."
"Why take the risk? Why suit up, step into the fire, and play hero?" Tony asked. Not an interrogation—more like a nudge in the ribs, the kind that says, 'C'mon, you already know the answer.'
"Because… when you can do things that I can, but you don't, and then the bad things happen. They happen because of you."
That was more than just an answer. Tony looked away as if those words affected him personally. Peter's words were exactly his thoughts ever since he stepped into the Oval Office. With all that power, all his tech, if good folks were still dying somewhere, it was because of his inability. That was the idea.
After a moment of silence, Tony got up and stepped closer to Peter. Then, he patted the young superhero's shoulder. It made him recoil saying it, but he reckoned he'd be doing that a lot soon.
"Proud of you, kid."
Not expecting that, Peter looked up.
"But no more superhero stuff. You're not ready, and it's too risky." Tony held up a finger before Peter could argue. "You need training... and a suit that doesn't look like it was made in gym class."
"Training?"
"A week at the Avengers headquarters for briefing, then a year at the X-Mansion," Tony said, tapping away on his phone. "You'll get the hang of your powers and figure out how to fight the bad guys without wrecking the neighborhood. Trust me, insurance premiums are no joke. You'll be an Avenger someday. But remember, Peter—you can't half-ass this gig. It's not just your neck on the line. It's everyone around you."
Realizing that Tony had just offered him a golden ticket, Peter took the chance instantly.
"I'll be serious!"
Nodding, Tony decided to leave. But as he walked to the door, he gave one last warning. "Just make sure those grades don't tank, alright? If they do, you're off the roster. No exceptions."
That only made Peter more excited. The school was boring anyway. Scoring the grades was easy.
With that, Tony left the room. However, Peter still had to deal with his aunt's worry and make a believable excuse.
Thankfully, he had his best friend to throw under the bus.
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The normal American life had changed a lot in the last six years.
Ever since Tony Stark announced his run for Presidency, so many things have changed. At first, it was just the Iron Guardians, but then came those Stark Industries' cars and trucks that ran seemingly forever. Then came the change to the electric grid, with Arc Reactors now powering the entire nation. Electricity bills fell hard. Overall energy prices also fell, as fossil fuel wasn't really that important anymore.
But these were changes that affected life on the outer surface.
There were other things that changed the very essence of people's lives. The government's efficiency was at an all-time peak. Data security was impenetrable. The IRS reforms made it easier to pay taxes and know where the tax money was used. The reforms made it easier to get insurance and also cash them out. Medication was affordable with Stark Industries' threatening entrance into the healthcare business.
No more dying over a shot of insulin.
Finding jobs was easier now. Getting a college education was no longer a matter of going into debt. The homeless were cared for; the rich paid their taxes. The lobby groups lost their edge and disintegrated among themselves as Tony's callousness forced them to focus on survival by actually putting in an effort and creating better products.
Healthy food was no longer an exception. It was the norm.
Pollution was no longer a rising danger but a diminishing crisis already past.
Increasing crime was a thing of the past.
Illegal immigration was under control as the Iron Guardians occasionally bombed the living hell out of Cartel hotspots in Mexico. Of course, it required a little convincing at first, but Tony had his ways of making the Mexican politicians agree.
In the end, Mexico saw economic growth, too. Tagging along with America's 21st-century success story. The 2008 financial crisis was no longer a topic of discussion.
Corruption was investigated and punished.
There were no more wars to fight.
The national debt was falling.
The infrastructure was repaired and polished.
The average American was richer than a decade ago, healthier than six years ago, and happier in decades. The economy had jumped beyond the 1984 rate, and as a whole, the nation was growing.
All of America was aware that Tony Stark had a thousand faults. He was a known playboy, a maverick who did whatever pleased him.
But as the 4th year of Tony Stark's presidency approached, nobody dared call him a bad president.
45th Forever!—It was a phrase that was popularized by the internet. There were massive posters, bumper stickers, and tattoos with the same words all across the country. The news channels, without even being asked, ran stories about it.
The internet was filled with memes about Tony Stark or, at times, edgy, cringeworthy video edits painting the man Alpha, Sigma, Gamma, or something.
It was no longer a matter of demographics. From 80-year-olds to 18, the fondness for the 45th President of the United States was universal.
The journey that Tony had begun appeared to be approaching an end. In Tony's own words, the United States can't help the world unless it helps itself first. He did just that, and once the gig at the Oval Office would end, he planned on aiming at the rest of the world.
Without equal growth across the globe, it was impossible for Earth to aim for the stars. Stand against the aliens that roamed in spaceships the size of Rhode Island.
Of course, the people didn't know it yet.
That their beloved president had no desire to warm the Kennedy chair for four more years.
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"Damn it! Full power to thrusters, JARVIS! If I don't make it in time… Ugh. That damn Kim Jong. Who the hell throws a national festival just to celebrate the US President's visit?"
Tony hissed in complaint. He'd gone to North Korea to see how his grand ambition to turn the nation into a high-tech heaven was going.
Sadly, he had no clue that Kim had turned Iron Man into an almost god figure. The people knelt to him as if he were the second coming of Jesus. They cried at his sight, and unlike the propaganda videos, this time, the tears were real.
What had been planned as a one-day trip turned into a 3-day festival.
And on the third day, he received an emergency call from his California mansion. The place had been turned into a modern operating room/labor room.
Yes, Ororo was almost at the finish line, and Tony was jetting across the Pacific Ocean to reach home on time. Of course, he knew he didn't need to, but he didn't want to miss the birth.
He didn't want to be a shitty father like Howard was.
"Dammit, is that all we got?"
"Sir, if we go faster, the fish will die."
Tony hissed and changed trajectory.
"Alright. We're taking orbit! Prepare the rocket attachments."
Like hell he was going to miss the birth of his first child.
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