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Spider-Man Mayham (AU) Chapter 307: Office Sex (2) *R18*
🕑 Added 2025-05-24 17:48:21 +0000 UTC[Third Person's PoV]
MJ yelped in surprise as he suddenly stood up, still inside her, and lifted her up, his strong arms easily supporting her weight. MJ wrapped her legs around his waist instinctively, holding on as he carried her to the nearest flat surface - the office table. He set her down gently, his hands never leaving her waist as he pulled out slightly before thrusting back in with a low groan.
The wood of the table creaked slightly under their combined weight, but held firm as he began to move inside her with a steady rhythm. MJ leaned back, supporting herself on her arms as Peter fucked her, his face set in a determined look.
MJ's fingers slide through Peter's hair, pulling him close as she stared into his eyes, her breathing ragged. She could feel his hands at the front of her shirt, fingers deftly working at the buttons as he continued thrusting inside her. With a few quick motions, the shirt was open, revealing her lacy bra beneath. Peter's hands moved to her back, finding the clasp easily and undoing it with a flick of his fingers. He pulled the bra away, letting it fall to the side as he took her breasts in his hands.
He gave them a firm squeeze, his thumbs brushing over her nipples which had already hardened in arousal in her.
Peter's lips found her neck immediately, his teeth grazing lightly against the sensitive skin as he sucked and nipped at her flesh. MJ let out a breathy moan as he hit a particularly sensitive spot, her fingers tightening in his hair as she arched her neck to give him better access.
"That's it, tiger," she panted, her voice thick with need as she encouraged him.
Peter growled at the nickname, the vibration tickling against her skin as his hands moved to her waist, holding her firmly in place. His thrusts became deeper, more powerful as he devoured her neck, leaving small red marks in his wake. MJ's hands moved to his shoulders, her nails digging in slightly as she rode out the pleasure.
She moaned, her head falling back as he continued his assault on her neck. His teeth grazed along her collarbone, sending little jolts of pleasure through her body as he thrust into her with increasing urgency.
Peter's hands moved from her waist to her ass, lifting her slightly off the table as he pistoned into her with quick, powerful movements. The new angle had him hitting that perfect spot inside her with every thrust, and MJ's moans grew louder as her pleasure built.
"Oh god, Pete, you're gonna make me come," she gasped, her entire body tensing as her orgasm approached.
Peter's breathing was ragged now, his thrusts becoming erratic as he felt her tightening around him. His teeth sank gently into the junction of her neck and shoulder as he felt her walls fluttering around his cock. "That's it, Red," he growled against her skin. "Come for me."
MJ's back arched off the table as her orgasm crashed over her, her inner walls clamping down hard around Peter's cock. A loud cry escaped her lips as pleasure surged through her body, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she rode out the intense waves. Peter didn't slow down, continuing to thrust into her as she came, drawing out her pleasure with deep, powerful movements.
As MJ's orgasm subsided, leaving her panting and quivering, Peter's own climax hit him. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her as he came, his cock pulsing as he spilled his seed. He held her close, their bodies locked together as they both caught their breath.
MJ's arms wrapped around him, holding him tightly as she nuzzled into his neck, placing soft kisses along his skin. "That was incredible, Pete," she murmured, her voice still thick with the remnants of her orgasm. Peter pulled back slightly, meeting her gaze with a soft smile as he tenderly cupped her face. "You're incredible, MJ."
As Peter slowly pulls out, the thick ropes of his cum begin to spill from MJ's pussy, running down her thighs and pooling slightly on the wood of the table. She quickly scoots back slightly, spreading her legs just enough to give herself room to work.
Her fingers gather up the still-warm fluid, scooping it up and holding it in her palm for a moment before bringing it up to her face. She looks directly at Peter, holding his gaze as she brings her fingers to her mouth.
Her tongue darts out, lapping up the cum with deliberate slowness, savoring every drop. Peter watches with rapt attention, his cock twitching slightly at the erotic display.
He was left speechless. Before He speaks with a gravelly edge. "That's so fucking hot."
MJ gives him a slow, mischievous smile as she licks her fingers clean, ensuring he sees every movement of her tongue.
MJ gently but firmly pushes her foot against Peter's chest, applying just enough pressure to guide him backward until he's sitting once more in the office chair. She watches with satisfaction as he settles into it, his spent cock still semi-hard between his legs, glistening with their combined fluids. MJ scoots forward on the table, her legs spreading slightly as she positions herself before him.
"God, I love seeing you like this," she purrs, her voice husky as she moves closer.
MJ slides off the table, landing gracefully between Peter's legs. Her fingers find his thighs as she kneels, her face level with his half-hard cock. Up close, she can see the way it twitches slightly as her breath ghosts over the sensitive skin, still flushed from their earlier activities.
MJ runs her fingers lightly up and down his shaft, watching as it grows heavier in her hand. She leans in, pressing a soft kiss to the tip before swirling her tongue around the head. Peter sucks in a sharp breath, his hands instinctively moving to her red hair.
“Damn Red" he groans, his head falling back against the chair as she takes more of him into her mouth.
MJ hums approvingly around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers through his body. She sucks and licks, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head before taking him deeper. Peter's fingers tighten on her shoulders as she bobs her head, his hips twitching involuntarily.
The taste of him is still present, mingling with her own arousal, and it only serves to turn her on even more. MJ increases her pace, her free hand moving to present against his thighs as she takes him deeper, the head of his cock nudging the back of her throat.
Peter's breathing grows ragged, his hands moving to tangle in her hair as he lets out a low moan.
"Oh god, Red," he gasps, his hips twitching up slightly, seeking more of her mouth. She can feel him hardening further as she works him, the thick length growing heavier in her mouth. MJ increases the suction, hollowing her cheeks as she pulls back up, her tongue swirling around the head before plunging down again.
Peter's grip in her hair tightens slightly, guiding her movements as she bobs her head, taking him deeper each time. She looks up at him through her lashes, watching his face contort in pleasure. His eyes are half-lidded, his lips parted as he pants, his stomach muscles tensing with every movement of her mouth.
"Fuck, MJ, that feels amazing," Peter breathes, his fingers massaging her scalp as she continues sucking him. His hips give a small thrust upward, seeking more friction against her tongue.
MJ obliges, taking him deeper still, her nose pressing against the warm skin of his pelvis. She hollows her cheeks as she pulls back up, creating a tight suction as she swirls her tongue around the sensitive head.
Peter lets out a low, guttural moan, his back arching slightly in the chair as pleasure shoots through him. "I'm gonna come again if you keep that up," he warns, though he makes no move to stop her.
MJ moans around his cock in response, the vibrations sending another intense shiver through Peter's body. She increases her pace, her hand moving faster over the base of his shaft as she sucks him.
Peter's breathing is ragged now, his hips moving in small, involuntary thrusts as she works him toward his climax. His grip on her hair tightens slightly, not guiding so much as holding on for dear life as MJ expertly brings him to the edge.
"Fuck, MJ, I'm gonna come," he gasps, his warning strained with need.
MJ doesn't slow down. Instead, she increases the pressure of her mouth and hand, creating a perfect rhythm as she sucks and strokes him toward his release.
Peter's entire body tenses, his thighs quivering beneath her hands as he groans loudly. His cock twitches violently in her mouth as he spills again, thick ropes of cum hitting the back of MJ's throat.
She swallows instinctively, relishing the taste of him as she continues sucking, drawing out every last drop. Peter's hands are shaking in her hair now, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he rides out his climax.
…
After a flash of light, MJ vanished into a portal inside Peter's office. At the same time, a glowing magic circle appeared on Peter’s palm. With a wave of his hand, the portal began to close, and the scattered items on the ground lifted themselves and returned neatly to their proper places while the cleaning spell took into effect.
A moment later, MJ reappeared, looking fresh and composed, tying her hair into a ponytail. They exchanged a glance, then both burst into quiet laughter—like two mischievous kids who had just gotten away with something they shouldn’t have as they stepped out of his office.
MJ kissed Peter on the cheek and said with a smirk, “As fun as that was—and I wouldn’t mind doing it again—I’ve got a story to write and show Jameson.”
Peter glanced around, then gave her a playful smack on the butt, making MJ yelp and shoot him a mock glare.
“Need a ride?”
She tossed her hair and smirked over her shoulder. “No thanks. I already had one.”
Peter stifled a laugh, watching her walk away with smug confidence. “Pfftt… Nice.”
Comments
Nazarickk
Thanks for the chapter
jose torres
Fantastically steamy chapter excitedly looking forward to your next release.
