Peter Parker Smut Novels & Stories

Amanda The look in his eyes as he sucks my fingers dry would have undone me if I didn't come in Mr Parkers office door already my juices trailing my thighs ,he kneels in front of me not taking his Eyes off me ,this powerful man bought to his knees by me has me hyperventilating ready for whatever that's coming next he puts my foot around his shoulder. "You taste so sweet, I want more " it's your lunch Sir you have the right to taste " with that I feel his tongue teasing my clit slowly then his mouth is on me I can't help the sounds that are coming out of my mouth " Ssshh we don't want anyone to hear you now beautiful " Yes Mr Parker". I moan those words as he eats me like I am his favourite l

he cries out. His cock pulses hard inside her and then he’s cumming. Thick, hot spurts flood her pussy before she’s even halfway down his shaft. Sarah’s eyes widen in disbelief. “Did you just fucking cum in me?” she snaps, lifting off him with a wet schlick. Peter’s face burns crimson. “I’m sorry..I couldn’t..ahh!” Sarah reaches between her legs, scoops up a mix of her cream and his cum, and starts viciously jerking his oversensitive cock.

Sophie pov I took off my skirt and slowly traced lines on my panties, not taking my eyes off the magazine, slowly flipping it to the next page. My breathing grew faster. It was an up-close picture of the woman having her pussy licked by the man. Fuck, I couldn't tease myself any longer. I pulled my panties to one side and slipped a finger into my pussy.

he says and Carly’s eyes snap to mine and she crosses her leg, pulling away from Parker that smiles. “Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth, and Tom Hiddleston,” Carly says and Parker smiles. “So you like guys with abs? Maybe if I show you mine, you will change your mind and give me a chance to rock your world?” Parker says, and I lean forward, slapping his leg. “Okay, stop it,” I say and he mouths an apology and then Peter looks at me again. “So? You had some time to think,” he says, and I bite my lower lip.

Her hands slid up his legs, eyes wide as she found the thick shape of his cock against his thigh. “Tan grande, Papi.” “That’s what you want, isn’t it, little dove?” “Yes, Papi. May I?” “Open the pants. Take it out.” She reached for his zipper, tugging it down slowly. “Do you suck his cock?” Ron asked. She paused, looking up at him. “Not anymore. The second I put it in my mouth, he cums. I can’t suck him or it’s over before it starts.” Ron laughed, “Peter is so hopeless. Take my cock out, babygirl.”

Damian placed his hand on his chest and Peter started laughing. Damian got back to work and started fixing the pant buttons along with the flies. After a few seconds, he felt something grow under the black fabric. He tried not to laugh. "Uhm, baby? Make sure you don't get a boner like this one in front of the camera, okay?" Peter pressed his lips and looked down, "It’s your fault, Dam. You're touching there…" "Did it happen with the other stylists?" Peter shook his head. "Only you can make me feel like this," he spoke with a deep voice.

What a coincidence? Her mouth hangs open in surprise; she was unable to will her eyes to blink. He was like one of those white sculptures in Paris, chiselled in total and amazing perfection. "I think someone likes my boxers," Peter said in a teasing tone between charming smiles. She shook her head in a child-like manner "No, it's more about what is lying beneath!" "Who thought you would be this nasty?" he said striking a post like those male models on the cover of a pure pleasure magazine - with one hand at the back of his head while the other slowing drawing down the boxers from one angle.

“You know, I could help you get more than just what belongs to you…” I shoved his hand off my hip and reached for my bags. “No, thank you.” Peter grabbed my arm. “Come on, there must be something that you want.” I tried to shake his hand off. “I said no, thank you.” Peter’s hand wouldn’t budge. “A little something? I know there’s something that I want. Of course, it’s not little.” Peter’s eyes roved up and down my body. He licked his lips slowly, obscenely. I wanted to puke just watching him.

"You have to get a reason Lexi. Just give it to me. Tell me a reason why I'm no longer an option. Tell me a reason why you're no longer feeling what you've been professing for the past five years" I looked away from him and faced the TV screen because I was going to weep if I continue to look at how broken apart he was. Peter was a good person, a really good person, his only flaw was the sex part which he was ready to change but he wasn't the one I wanted, not after what I've tasted "Peter..." I trailed off because I was short of words "Is it someone else? Are you seeing someone else?" I shook my head without making eyes contact with him

He leaned down, lips brushing my ear. "I've been reading a lot of adult books... Smut... my research tells me women love the things men do to them there. Can I try something out? I've been learning about how to pleasure you for so long. Reading helps me imagine you... p**n videos don't do that for me." What the hell were smut and p**n? I swallowed tightly, heart hammering, thighs pressing together uselessly around nothing. "Yes," I whispered, voice already wrecked. "Do whatever you want to me." My thighs trembled and parted invitingly. A dark, satisfied smile curved his lips.