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Spider-Man Mayham (AU) Chapter 359: (Forgot the title, too lazy to check) *R18*
🕑 Added 2025-09-11 22:41:59 +0000 UTC[Third Person POV]
Peter’s body caged Felicia in as he leaned over the bed, his hands braced on either side of her head. The first touch of his lips against her neck sent fresh sparks through her oversensitive nerves. His mouth moved with deliberate slowness—first a soft brush of his lips below her ear, then a nibble at her collarbone that made her gasp.
“You smell incredible,” he murmured against her skin, his warm breath tickling her as he inhaled deeply. His nose traced the line of her throat, following the path of her rapid pulse, which made her squirm beneath him, her fingers clutching at the sheets.
A low hum slipped from her lips as she tilted her head to give him better access. Peter took advantage immediately, kissing a slow trail down the column of her throat. His hands slid under her back, lifting her slightly as his mouth found the tender spot where her shoulder met her neck. He nipped at the skin there before soothing it with his tongue, the dual stimulation sending fresh tremors through her body.
She could feel his erection pressing against her thigh through his pants, hot and insistent. Her hips arched up instinctively, seeking contact even as Peter continued his torturous exploration of her neck and shoulders with his mouth.
He kissed his way down to her chest, his lips brushing over the swell of one breast before taking the peak into his mouth. A sharp moan escaped her as his tongue swirled around her nipple, the warm wetness contrasting deliciously with the cool air of the room. Peter sucked lightly at first, then harder when her fingers twisted in his hair. His hand kneaded her other breast, thumb circling the nipple through the thin fabric of her bra before slipping a finger under the lace to tease it directly.
“Peter,” Felicia gasped, her back arching off the bed as he lavished attention on her breasts.
His name left her lips like a prayer as his mouth alternated between soft, sucking kisses and sharper, delicious bites. She could feel his teeth graze the sensitive peak just enough to send jolts of pleasure through her—always right on the edge of too much, but never crossing that line. Her bra disappeared in an instant, tossed aside with the same practiced ease he had used on his own shirt.
Peter’s hands were everywhere at once—caressing, squeezing, pinching in that perfect way that had her seeing stars. His mouth found her other breast, tongue flicking against her nipple before drawing it deep into his mouth. She cried out, her hips bucking upward as her body coiled tighter with need.
He felt the way her body responded to him, how her back arched off the bed, pressing her breasts into his hands and mouth. He groaned against her skin, the vibrations traveling straight to her core. His hands slid down her sides, thumbs brushing over her ribs before coming to rest on her hips. With firm pressure, he guided her to roll onto her stomach.
“Up on your knees for me,” he commanded, his words rough with need.
Felicia obeyed immediately, her body thrumming with anticipation as she positioned herself before him. The mattress dipped behind her as Peter moved closer, his hands smoothing over the curve of her ass.
Her ass was flushed and pink where his teeth had left their mark, the skin already starting to darken with his claim. The view was intoxicating—her smooth back tapering to that perfect curve where her ass met her thighs, her golden skin glowing in the afternoon light. And the way her tail flicked impatiently, a mirror of the need coursing through both of them, made his cock twitch with anticipation.
He ran the head of his length up and down her slick folds, coating himself in her arousal as he teased her clit on every pass. Felicia moaned, pushing back against him, trying to take him inside. He held her hips firmly, keeping her in place as he continued his deliberate torment.
Her arousal permeated the space around them—musky and sweet, making his mouth water. He pressed the head of his cock against her entrance, not quite entering but letting her feel how hard he was, how much he wanted her.
Felicia whimpered, squirming against his grip. “Please,” she breathed, the single word hanging between them, heavy with need. She arched her back, presenting herself more fully, and the sight nearly undid him.
Peter leaned forward, covering her back with his torso as his hand grabbed her tail. With one smooth pull, he sank into her tight heat. Felicia gasped, her fingers scrabbling at the sheets as her body accommodated him.
He filled her completely, his cock twitching at how perfectly she fit around him. Felicia’s walls clenched and released in rhythmic pulses, massaging him with each exhale. Her tail thrashed against his wrist, the fur soft against his skin as she tried to adjust to his size.
“Fuck,” he groaned, breathing in deeply through his nose. Her scent was overwhelming—sweat and arousal mixing together in an intoxicating cloud. He slowly withdrew, dragging his length through her slickness before snapping his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt. Felicia cried out, her back arching as he bottomed out inside her.
“Yes!” she gasped, pushing back against him. “Just like that.”
The sounds Felicia made were unlike anything Peter had ever heard before—a low, continuous purr that rose and fell with every thrust of his hips. Her ears twitched independently of her tail now, rotating with the rhythm of his movement. When he shifted his angle slightly, she let out a high-pitched yowl that would have sounded alarming coming from any other woman. But with Felicia’s feline features and the way her body writhed beneath him, it was pure music.
“More,” she demanded, her words almost slurred with pleasure. “Give me more, Peter.”
He gripped her tail and used it like a handle, pulling her back onto his cock as he drove forward.
The sound that tore from her throat was primal, unrestrained, and completely without shame. Her claws shredded the sheets as she pushed back, meeting his thrusts with equal force. The sting of her nails digging into his thighs spurred him on, his rhythm becoming more erratic as the pleasure built.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Peter groaned, his hand moving from her tail to grip her hip. He could feel her muscles tense and release, the way her body convulsed around him as pleasure overtook her again and again. She was so wet that the slap of skin against skin echoed through the room, mingling with her constant moans.
“I’m gonna come.” The warning spilled from her lips in a breathless rush, her entire body tensing beneath him. Her inner walls clenched around him like a vise, pulsing in sharp waves that sent shocks of pleasure through his cock.
Peter didn’t slow his pace—instead, he redoubled his efforts, driving into her with deep, measured strokes that ground his pelvis against her clit during every thrust. Felicia’s back arched sharply, her hands fisting in the sheets as her orgasm ripped through her. Her cries became frantic, her whole body shuddering as the pleasure peaked.
“Oh god! Peter! Yes!” Her words dissolved into high-pitched mewls as her climax crashed over her.
His own release surged through him as Felicia’s orgasm reached its crescendo. He drove into her with one final, brutal thrust, his cock pulsing as he filled her completely. The heat of his release mingled with her slickness, both of them shaking with the intensity of their shared climax. Felicia’s walls milked him, drawing out every drop as she trembled beneath him.
For several seconds, neither of them moved. The only sound was their gasping breaths, their bodies still joined as sweat dripped from his skin onto hers. Gradually, the aftershocks subsided, leaving them both dazed and hungry for more.
They stumbled across the room together, hands groping and mouths claiming as they left a trail of their combined fluids on every surface. Peter stayed hard, never fully softening as he guided Felicia toward the wall. She turned to face him, her chest still heaving as he pressed her back against the cool stone. His hands slid up her thighs, lifting her as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
He thrust back inside her with one smooth motion, her tight heat immediately enveloping him. She threw her head back against the wall, her claws scraping against the stone as she arched into his thrusts. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with Felicia’s constant moans.
Her nails raked the wall as they climbed higher, her body arching against his with every powerful thrust. The world seemed to tilt and shift around them, the perspective twisting as he took her standing nearly vertical. Her claws found purchase in the wall’s grooves, her powerful thighs holding her in place as he pounded into her.
“Don’t stop,” she gasped, her ears flattening against her head as another orgasm built. “Please, don’t stop, Peter.” Her words cracked with need, the pitch rising as she reached the edge again. Her back pressed harder against the wall, her body tightening like a coiled spring.
Peter didn’t stop—he couldn’t. His cock never softened as he took Felicia in every position imaginable—against the wall, bent over the desk, spread across the bed. Each surface became a canvas for their shared pleasure, the room gradually losing definition as they moved between them. His fingers dug into her hips, guiding her movements as she rode him, or pinning her wrists as he took control.
“Again,” she demanded, her claws leaving fresh marks on his shoulders as he fucked her against the ceiling. The gravity-defying position made her even tighter around him, her walls fluttering as she struggled to hold on. Her tail lashed wildly behind her.
They came together again, his release bursting inside her as she screamed his name, her body clamping down around him like a vice. But neither of them gave in to the exhaustion threatening to overtake them. Felicia pushed him back onto the bed, climbing atop him before he had even stopped pulsing. She rode him with abandon, her movements erratic and desperate as she chased another orgasm.
“Harder,” she growled, her claws digging into his chest as she bounced on his cock. “Give me everything, Peter.” Her breasts swayed enticingly as she moved, her nipples hard and begging for attention.
Peter reached up to palm her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her sensitive peaks as she threw her head back in ecstasy. The movement sent her hair cascading down her back, her ears twitching as another wave of pleasure washed over her. His hands slid down to grip her waist, helping her set a punishing pace as she ground against him.
“I can feel you throbbing inside me,” she moaned, her walls fluttering around his cock in response to his movements. “You’re going to make me come again.” Her claws scored his chest as she leaned forward, her lips finding his in a desperate, open-mouthed kiss.
The kiss was messy and raw, their tongues clashing as Felicia continued to ride him with reckless abandon. Her hips rolled in tight circles, grinding her clit against his pelvis during every downward stroke. He could feel her getting closer by the second—her movements becoming more erratic, her breathing ragged against his mouth.
“Peter!” she cried, breaking the kiss as her orgasm crashed over her. Her body tensed like a bowstring before collapsing forward, her breasts pressing against his chest as she shook with intense pleasure. Peter gripped her hips tightly, keeping her anchored as he thrust upward into her convulsing pussy, his own climax following moments later.
Felicia’s body went limp above him, her weight settling onto his chest as she gasped for air. His fingers traced idle patterns along her back, her skin still damp with sweat. The room reeked of sex and musk, their combined fluids cooling against their thighs.
“You’re incredible,” he murmured, brushing her hair back from her flushed face.
She nuzzled into his neck, her breathing gradually slowing as she recovered. Her claws carefully retracted, tracing lazy circles against his sternum as she regained her strength. He could feel her heartbeat hammering against his, the shared rhythm gradually returning to normal.
“You’re insatiable,” she mumbled against his skin, nipping playfully at his collarbone.
Comments
Alexander Garcia
I thought her mom was gonna catch them again maby make a remark about trying not to make her a grandma when ant may is having a child
