Peter Parker Smut Novels & Stories

“Sir, we are writing our own romantic tale. As the hero you can’t tell your heroine that you have an itch that needed to be scratch.” “What’s wrong with being frank?” Peter moved his body very suggestively. She was left under no illusion. “Nothing, handsome but at least you can try being more poetic.” “Make love to me, Sammy.” Peter caught her bubbling laughter in his mouth kissing her that goose bumps appeared all over her skin. His hands were wrapped within the silkiness of her hair, his lips plundering the inner nectar of her mouth’s heaven “Never let my go again.” He whispered in clear need.

Peter pretended to be lost. “I bought a lingerie when we went shopping. I’d like to try it out.” Peter gulped like something was stuck in his throat. “I’d like to do a little something for you, Peter.” “Hope it’s not sex.” Lumi laughed. “You sound like an elementary school kid when you put it that way. I want more than sex with you. I want a memory that will last forever. Tell me, Peter, when last did you ever touch a woman?” “I’ve touched a fair share of women up until the time we started communicating.”

They always did. I let out a soft gasp when a pair of arms slipped around my waist, then relaxed instantly the moment I recognized the familiar hold. “Welcome to Rio de Janeiro,” he whispered near my ear before kissing it. “They say the hottest people in the world live here, but I think they got it wrong, because the hottest person I know came from Queens.” I rolled my eyes, a quiet chuckle slipping out. “Peter Parker or Daredevil?” “Not that hot red,” he laughed. “Scarlet Spider, actually.”

He became after I discovered that he was one of those men who despised Hunter. "Aah, you're being naughty!" I playfully hit him on the shoulder with an incredulous look. Again, Pete gave me that smug smile like he knew what he was doing. But the truth is he's pathetic. His kisses are nauseating and mouth smells. It's not like I can complain. The only thing I can do is stay quiet and hope for all this to end as quickly as possible. "Come on, babe. It's not like you're unstained. I can leave some marks of my own, can't I?"

“So… I’m not the bad guy here.” Soloman looked firmly at Peter, “See, those easy type of women you like, I could easily ignore.” “Hey, I tell you when they come dressing down for you, and naked with those breasts dropping… one can’t help but get hard.” Peter was drooling as he talked about it. “And BAM just shove it in and it’s a cracking night!” “Eww. Gross.” Peter grinned. “Got to taste them all, man.” “No thanks. I don’t want to catch anything.”

“Haaa… She cries out. Her body is simmering. The heat has taken over. She shouts and enjoys how Parker violently takes her. “I'm cumming…. Oh, God.” She wails. Parker makes her come countless times. He flinches his cock and penetrates her again. “Oh, please. Fuck me harder”, she begs. My Lycan wolf is happy and my cock thrives big twice my size. She screamed when her pussy stretched, and he went deep inside her, touching her womb. “Oh, my God… This is what I freaking want. “I'm your slut, daddy. I'm your porn star.

Peter: was your day ? Me: yes and yours ?! Peter: work, I want to relax Me: what are we doing here ?! To fart : .. He has this way of fixing me, he looks at me straight with his eyes while supporting my gaze and it destabilizes me Me: why are you doing this ?! Peter: what ?! Me: why are you looking at me ?! Peter: because your eyes charm me much more than your body Me: Peter .. Peter: you asked me the question

The day after, when I woke up, I saw Peter fall asleep still dressed up close to me. But as I took his phone, I saw that before bed he went on the internet to watch a porn movie! I am again terribly offended! I was there, fuckable as a MILF, naked in the bed and he decided to go out with porn movies! This is so bad!

"Tell me, Peter, what do you REALLY want from me? You owe me that much, don't you think?" Peter chuckles. Actually fucking chuckles like Julian slowly losing his mind is funny. "Would you do it if I told you?" Of fucking course not. "Tell me first. If it's something we can work with, I'll do it." Peter smiles. Ear to ear, like a child offered candy. Then he comes closer, leaning in until his hot breath brushes the shell of Julian's ear. "I want you to serve me..." He licks his lips. "Exactly the same way you served Enzo Moretti."

There will be no greater joy than to puke on this idiot, but I’m already in a bad situation as it is. When I hear metals hastily clicking, the rough rustling of clothes, and the loud clank drop of what’s supposedly a belt, my heart sinks. My eyes jump wide open to his brooding image, tall and seemingly brutal like a god of war… My heart keeps skipping beats; my eyes widen to see him unzipping his pants. “What…” Words dry in my mouth. “What… are you doing?” “Giving my little slut something to keep that fucking hole busy.” He roughly parts his pants and rolls down his black boxers, revealing the kind of sin I have no business knowing.