Peter Parker Smut Novels & Stories

I could smell the adrenaline on him, and something like a deep primal hunger he was fighting hard to hide. “Why are you helping us?” I asked, my voice dropping to a low hum. “You’re an Alpha. You don’t do things for free.” “ First off, I’m sorry if you misunderstood. I'm not an Alpha, I’m the Beta of the strongest Pack in the Northern Hemisphere. And secondly, I’m helping you because I have my reasons,” he growled, his gaze dropping to my lips. I didn’t think. I just leaned in, pressing my mouth against his. I expected him to push me away, to tell me he’s straight or I’m just a distraction. Instead, he made a low animal sound in his throat and crushed me against him.

Samantha chuckled while shutting the door back and coming out. "What is his status?" Peter asked her while staring at her. "Omg, you startled me." She scared while rubbing her poor heart. "He is still unconscious." "I’m waiting for him to come to his consciousness now because I’m curious to see his face in my presence." "Everything is fine, but tell me how you are going to attack him." "He likes me." Samantha confessed "What are you saying?" Peter was shocked. "He has only lust for me. Now, I’ll play with him using his feelings. "

A low, approving growl rumbled in his chest. “Fucking drenched,” he murmured, voice thick with lust. He folded the evidence of my arousal neatly, then walked over to his desk drawer, opened it, and tucked my panties inside like a trophy. The drawer clicked shut. He turned back to me with a dark, satisfied smile. “Good. Now get back to work, little slut. I’ll be keeping these close.” The rest of the day became a slow, exquisite descent into hell and heaven at the same time.

A painful bulge grew slowly between his thighs, followed by a pooling drool as his cock oozed precum even without being fully aroused. The client lowered himself to Jace’s level, his lips slightly brushing his earlobe while his hot breath hovered above a certain spot on his neck, slowly entrancing Jace. “You know…” he began, his voice deep and gravelly with sin and raw desire. “It’s the first time you’ve looked this long.” Then, he nibbled on his earlobe, blowing hot air into it as his firm grip held Jace in place. Jace’s cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants, his head turning light as the client threatened to drown him in pleasure.

Saliva sprinkled on nipples, he mouthed one full, sucking deep while jiggling the other. "Oh yea... ageeeeghhhh... hhhh." Moans hushed uncontrollable, core aching. His fingers slid under the skirt now, through folds parting open, two pounding my pussy rough under the blanket. "Oh yeah... harder... fingers deeper!" Hollered inner, arching subtle. He pumped savage, thumb on clit, dirty whisper from under: "Cum quiet for brother... tits sucked, pussy fingered beside sister. Anytime slut." "Aaaaaaa..... hhhhh!" I bit my fist, climax crashing silent, walls clenching his fingers as he licked my nipple through the wave.

"I want your cock. I want you to fuck me until I can't walk." That snapped something in him. His hands attacked my jeans. Ripped the zipper down. Yanked jeans and panties off in one brutal tug. I lifted my hips to help, legs spreading wide the second the fabric cleared my ankles. Damon stared. Hungrily. "Look at this pretty pussy. So wet it's dripping down your thighs." He shoved my knees apart wider. Dropped between my legs. His tongue licked a long, slow stripe from my entrance to my clit. Then he buried his face in me.

Fathia said, “okay” Peter retorted, and he carried her and placed her on the bed, and he held her two legs, and he moved down to the lower part of her body, and he started smooching, licking, sulking her lower part while she was moaning, and before she could gather herself and come down from the climax, Peter has penetrated on her and he had good sex with her until he came Into her and later withdrew himself, and when her body calm down, she asked, “why did you pour the sperm In my body?“ Fathia

Peter pretend to be cool in his heat wave, looking into her brown eyes reading the challenge, he reached for the lotion. “If you are up for the challenge, I am interested in a steamy romance with a gorgeous but mysterious stranger. Sometimes, I want passion, sometimes I want pure raw lust, but fireworks there definitely must be, toned down in the disguise of possible love wrap in trust. I am dutiful but for you I will turn into a devil,” Peter quoted from one of his letter. “Your memory is good. What now?” Sammy looked into his eyes reading the reflection of her desire.

I picked it up to put it in his basket. "Fuck! Picked it up again, please. Your booty looks nice from here. I turn to look at Peter and saw him biting his lower lip and then smirking at me. "Sorry, did I distract you? You distract me as well with that big booty of yours. I will just finish this one before I will spank that booty." "Stop it, Peter. You can have Ciarra if you want to have sex." I can taste the bitterness in my voice and I immediately shook my head. Fuck! Why does that sound wrong? I dropped my head, meeting the floor.

"Please, Peter. Fuck me. Give me your cock." He lifted his mouth from her nipple, grinning at her. "Someone's a little horny." "No," she said. "Someone's a lot horny. Please!" Peter gave her an evil laugh as he stopped rubbing her crotch and yanked her pants open, the zipper ripping downward as he spread the front of her pants wide enough to slip his hand inside. She felt his fingers dip under the waistband of her panties as he searched out her hardened clit. She groaned when he did, his fingers rubbing it, gliding back and forth over the sensitive pearl, dipping into her wetness. "Please!" Then, he shoved two fingers into her pussy, curling them just right so he could rub against her sweet