Peter Parker Smut Novels & Stories

I said flatly, tucking a strand of loose hair behind my ear. Peter chuckled darkly. The sound was low and rough. He walked straight toward me and stopped right in front. He smelled strongly of expensive whiskey and cigar smoke. “Caro… are you that heartless that you don’t care about me? You know what! Fine… Play tough, but just know… I will make sure I punish you every second. And there is nothing this hot shot here can do about it,” he said. His lips curled in that small annoying smirk that always used to make my tummy melt.

Sammy was still shrieking, oblivious to the way Peter's expression was turning increasingly grim with each word she spat. "Get lost," Peter said icily, looking up at her. "Today is our wedding day! You embarrassed me in front of everyone, and you won't even apologize?" Sammy cried noisily. Her eyes were red with tears, and she didn't look a thing like Samantha anymore. Samantha would never throw a fit and disgrace herself in public. It was no wonder Peter no longer cared for Sammy. "You really thought I was going to marry you?" Peter asked with a smile. But it wasn't the charming, warm smile people had come to know. His smile was twisted and dark, making him look like a sinister demon straig

It was only a matter of time till it exploded, leaving us with raging hormones and unsatisfied, throbbing, and aching bodies. My hands slipped into in his pants as I rubbed his hard cock, getting moans of pleasure from him as I gave soft strokes. I was ultimately immersed in the kiss that I didn't realize he had gained back control. He pushed me harshly, his hand moving over his cherry-stained lips as he gave a swift wipe. All he said was one word. One word that meant absolutely nothing to me but coming from him, shattered me. "Slut."

She looked at me, saw the state I was in, covered in cum, holes gaping, shaking on the floor, and she actually smiled. “Look at you, babe,” she said, voice husky. “Getting properly fucked for once.” The fourth man, who they called Derek, grabbed Patricia by the hair and pushed her down next to me. “Time to share your friend,” he said. “Well fuck me,” he said also, already unzipping. “You weren’t lying, Patricia. She really is a total cumdump.” Patricia dropped to her knees beside me, kissing me sloppily, tasting the cum on my lips.

Oh, I smell your sweet arousal and it’s so freaking divine. Oh, baby... lift your butt off the bed and slide your hand over your pussy, over your cute panties and feel your own damp arousal. Keep playing with your breasts with one hand and caress your crotch with the other. Do you feel that wonderful fluttering in your belly... and that crazy craving? Oh, fuck... you’re making me so horny watching you do this. Now slide your hand down inside your panty and dip into that sweet wetness, let your fingers slide over and dance around on your sensitive pussy lips. Yes, that’s it. That is so fucking it. Now slide in your other hand and push your panties down your shapely thighs, now kick them off c

Amanda took it out of her mouth and said as she held the cock really close to her thick soft lips: "Peter, you didn't wash your dick and it tastes dry cum. Have you been jerking off with those naked girl's pics again?" "I couldn't help playing with myself, but I swear I didn't see any pic. I imagined both of us having sex, sis!" "Hum, that sounds romantic. You deserve a nice reward!" "Wow, shit. That feels goody, Mandy!" Peter exclaimed as his sister licked his little cockhead slowly, then she swallowed the cock almost in a deep throat. Peter moaned and stuttered: "I thought you didn't like the taste of it because of the rest of dry cum."

"Fuck. You're wet." "I burn for you," I breathe out. "Hmm." He hitches my mini skirt up and slips his hand beneath the silk of my panties. A curse blossoms on his lips. "So smooth." "I like it smooth. It's cleaner, you know? I know guys don't like having hair in their mouths." Mr. Parker makes a strangled noise in his throat, eyes wide for a moment while he takes a deep, quick breath.

~~~ This chapter contains mature content (18+) and some violence. Read at your own risk and feel free to skip it if you are not comfortable with it. Thank you 🤗 And no bad comments, please!!!🤪 Author's POV "I hope this time, our Mr. Dumb would get closer to her," Peter sat on the stool and said while opening a new bottle of beer. He took a sip and Dave smirked wickedly. "Of course, he will. I had drugged him, and this time the dosage is - new aphrodisiac," Dave swallowed his shot at one go and another side, Peter threw beer, he had just drunk a while ago.

… Two days after he ended up having sex with someone for the first time, Peter drove out to the suburbs to race and relax with his childhood friends. Peter dashed down from the race car, his peach eyes narrowed slightly, and said to Jack: "Your level is still very low compared to mine." Jack - A talented general manager but always despised by a poor painter like Peter: “…Shit!” He went to his friends' table and sat down, comfortably resting his feet on the table, took a beer bottle, and took a sip. Action exudes liberal, carefree life. Moreover, Peter wears a very sexy-looking black shirt, the two buttons on the chest are open, revealing a sexy collarbone. People who don't know for sure will

She felt a strong hand grabbing her loose hair and knocking her down on the ground before a shower of slaps landed on her colorless face. "H-how dare you scar me, wh*re?" Peter had his shirt removed and that puncture on his clean body ran wet with gushing blood. He clutched her hair and dragged her on her back as if she were a sack of potatoes that was too heavy to carry on the shoulder. "I will show you what scarring someone means?" He let her go once they were back under the shadow of the oak tree. Peter loosened his belt as a cynical smirk deepened the dents around his mouth. "Oh baby, I have waited endlessly to f*ck you like a wh*re. I will enjoy pounding your barely expanded hole."