Antonia Stark descended the grand staircase of Stark Manor, her parents away on another endless business trip. At nineteen, she moved with the confident sway of a woman who knew her power, her J-cup breasts barely contained by a scrap of bikini top and her jean shorts riding low on her hips. The house was quiet until the front door clicked open and Obadiah Stane stepped inside.
Obi froze at the sight of her, eyes widening. "Jesus, girl, cover up. Your father would have my head."
Antonia paused on the bottom step, a wicked smile curving her lips. "Cover up? Obi, you walked into my house. Maybe you should knock." She giggled and gave her chest a deliberate, hard shake. The flimsy ties snapped, her heavy breasts spilling free, nipples tightening in the cool air. "Like what you see, Obi?"
His gaze locked on her, breath catching, but she didn’t flinch. Instead she descended the last step and closed the distance, pressing close. "You’ve been staring since I turned eighteen. Time to stop pretending." Her hand brushed his belt. "Show me that cock you’re trying to hide."
Obi’s resistance crumbled under her sharp wit and bolder touch. She dropped to her knees, freeing his already hard length and taking him into her mouth for a slow, teasing blowjob that had him groaning her name. "Fuck, Antonia, you’re dangerous," he panted as she worked him deeper. She pulled back just long enough to smirk. "Dangerous? You haven’t seen my pussy yet."
They barely made it to the nearest chaise before clothes vanished. Antonia straddled him, guiding his cock into her dripping wet heat. She rode him with fierce rhythm, her ass bouncing, sweat glistening on her skin as she dictated every thrust. "Harder," she commanded between panting breaths, "I’m not some fragile thing." He gripped her hips, meeting her stroke for stroke until she came with a cry, her walls clenching around him.
Obi followed seconds later, spilling hot cum deep inside her while she ground down, milking every drop. They collapsed in a tangle of limbs, breathing hard, her body still humming with satisfaction.
Antonia traced a finger down his chest and whispered, "Round one was fun, Obi—imagine what the rest of the weekend holds."
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