Bruce Banner’s control had shattered hours ago. Now only the Hulk remained—massive green and throbbing with a relentless animal hunger. His cock hung heavy and fully hard between his tree-trunk thighs the thick shaft pulsing with every heartbeat the broad head already leaking. Every breath carried the scent of Natasha Romanoff and it drove him wild. He needed her. Needed the tight wet heat of Black Widow’s pussy wrapped around him. The thought of her lean trained body spreading for him of that perfect cunt stretching open to take his size made his hips jerk and a low continuous growl vibrate through his chest. His huge hands flexed restlessly he could already feel how soft she would be under his grip how her inner walls would flutter and squeeze when he pushed deep. The ache was constant now—hot insistent impossible to ignore. He paced like a caged beast cock bobbing with each step precum trailing down the underside. Only one thing would quiet the fire: Natasha on her back or her knees legs open that slick pink pussy offered up so he could bury every thick inch inside her and fuck until the need finally broke