Peter’s Angel || TASM
Summary: Peter Parker decides one evening that he needs to take his friend’s virginity.
Warnings: 18+, this is just pure smut, slightly possessive and obsessive peter, biting kink, praise kink, virgin kink
A/N: tasm!peter with an unnamed woman (though has vague enough descriptions that I consider her an oc), written in 3rd person
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“Mmmm…” She moaned as she rolled over on Peter’s bed. Her hair fanned out over her face and she brushed it away. “Did I doze off again?”
She sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes with the back of her hand. She pulled herself up and curled her legs under her, gazing at him from across the room with big, glassy eyes.
Her roommates had been fighting a lot. Peter knew sharing a small freshman dorm with two other girls was not her idea of fun. He had offered to let her crash in his room any time she wanted. She was prone to taking naps on his bed in the evenings after her classes. It wasn’t like he didn’t adore the fact that she was sleeping in his bed. He had to resist the urge to curl up next to her and spoon her while she slept. He was lucky that he got, not only, a single dorm but one with a private bathroom attached. It was the kind of college luxury most students could only dream of.
“Sure did. You were snoring and everything.” Peter sat in his wooden desk chair in front of his laptop while he fiddled with touching up some digital pictures. She hadn’t actually been snoring but he liked how embarrassed she got when he said it.
He was a year above her. They were both a part of the photography club on campus. From the moment he met her, he had been enamored with her. Something about the quiet way she spoke, like she was forever nervous to raise her voice, made her incredibly endearing to him. Everything about her personality was soft and gentle. He wanted to wrap her up in a protective bubble and keep her safe with him forever.
She had no idea how he felt, of course. It had been a few years since he had even allowed himself to feel this way for someone. He forgot how to woo a girl. So far, he tried sticking to being nothing but a good friend. That was enough to fulfill him for now. At least that’s what he tried to convince himself as she danced through his thoughts every night before bed. He’d desperately try to keep his late night imagination from spiraling into debauchery but sometimes he couldn’t control himself.
She had told him once that she had never dated anyone before. Her parents had been really strict and kept a close eye on her. They had gone to a party one night. It was her first college party. She insisted he come with her. She was nervous because it was her first time drinking. He vowed to be the sober one to keep a close eye on her. She was getting tipsy and found herself talking to group of her girlfriends. Peter assumed it would be safe for him to sneak off to the bathroom to quickly relieve himself. When he got back she wasn’t with the group anymore.
He had searched the whole house for her only to find her in one of the bedrooms with an upperclassman. The man had her pressed against the wall and was sticking his tongue down her throat. He was grabbing her breasts through her shirt. She was squirming and Peter couldn’t tell if it was because she was uncomfortable or from pleasure. Either way, he refused to let it go any further. He had practically thrown the guy across the room and pulled her out of there.
While they sat outside in the backyard, she had teared up. She drunkenly told him she just wanted someone to love her. She confessed she had never had been with anyone before. She just wanted to feel desired. Peter remembered telling her that this was not the way to get that. She’d of regretted it in the morning. She tried to kiss him then but he gently refused. She was too intoxicated. The next day, he didn’t think she even remembered any of it. She never drank again after that.
It was enough to fuel his secret fantasies though. At night, he liked to imagine her naked and splayed out on his bed. He longed to be the one to take her virginity. He wanted to be the first person to get the privilege to delve deeper into her most private places. He fantasied about the noises she would make as he played with her body. Her usually soft spoken voice unraveling into shrieks of pleasure. He would be the one to show her how good her body could really feel.
He watched as she stretched her arms above her head and yawned. Her loose shirt pulled up and exposed her midsection. He could see the black elastic of her underwear peeking out over the waist band of her shorts. He licked his suddenly dry lips and forced himself to drag his eyes away from her skin. Peter turned his attention back to the computer as a distraction. God, he was too horny. Even the slightest bit of skin could set him off lately. She had cast her spell over him. Every little movement she made felt like she was purposefully calling out to him like a siren of the sea. Out of the corner of his eyes, he subtly watched as she adjusted her bra. It must have shifted slightly during her nap. He chewed on his top lip while envisioning what it would be like to hold her bare breasts in his hands. He longed to throw her down onto the bed and tear her clothes straight from her body.
“Do you think I can take a shower here before I leave for the night?” She asked, cutting through his spiraling crude thoughts. “The showers in my dorm are so gross. Yesterday when I went to take one, someone had puked all over the drain. It was disgusting. Plus the curtains they have are about an inch too short on either side. It’s like they were designed by a huge pervert.”
The idea of her naked, wet and soapy, in his shower caused his cock to twitch in his pants. He carefully maneuvered himself to hide his arousal from her. He kept his eyes carefully trained on his screen. Did he think she could take a shower here? Ha. That was only the greatest idea he’d ever heard.
“Yeah, sure. That’s not a problem.” He tried his best to keep any excitement out of his voice. “Go right ahead.”
“Thanks, Petey. You’re the best!” She hopped off his bed, her shirt clinging around her chest and exposing her stomach for a beautiful moment before she tugged it back into place. She flashed him a charming smile and shut herself in the bathroom.
If anyone else had dared call him “Petey” he would have launched them out a window. When it was her though, she could get away with calling him anything as long as it came out of those pretty lips of hers.
The sound of the shower flooded his ears. His heart beat sped up at the thought of her stripping off her clothes mere feet away from him. He tried to close his eyes and take a few deep breaths. This was not how a good friend behaved. He was raised better than this. Apparently no one informed his cock though. It pressed uncomfortably in his pants. He was itching to touch himself.
She was a girl and girls usually took a long time in the shower. If he was quick enough, he might be able to take care of the pressing problem at hand before she got out. Peter glanced towards the bathroom door and nearly had a heart attack. He had forgot to warn her that door was fidgety. If you didn’t close it in just the right way, it would fall open again. It was usually never an issue because he lived alone. A three inch gap was now beckoning his eyes inside. His siren was calling for him. From his spot on the chair he couldn’t quite see her. But if he leaned back just a little...
The chair almost fell over in his eagerness to catch a glimpse of her. He caught himself on his desk and pulled it back into position. What was he doing? This was so wrong. A sense of shame washed over him. This was not the kind of person he wanted to be. He should be a proper gentlemen and go close the door. He wasn’t going to be driven by his own horniness and greed. He was supposed to be respectful of her privacy.
And, yet, what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.
He grabbed a Chemistry book and brought it to his bed. He settled down and pretended to give it a read. From here, he had the perfect vantage spot. He held the book up to his face and peeked out over the top. His eyes hungrily searched through the gap for her. He had never bought a new shower curtain when he moved in. It was just the clear liner to keep the water from spilling out onto the floor. That meant he had a straight view right to her. The universe was aligning. This was their fate. This was supposed to happen. Peter was sure of it.
His heart was pounding out of his chest. His beautiful, wet angel stood before him. Her body was even more perfect than the one in his dreams. She had her back facing the shower stream. Her hair was full of suds from his shampoo as she massaged her scalp. He watched as the bubbles cascaded down her slippery body. Before he knew it, his cock was out of his pants and in his hand.
Her ass cheeks were plump with cute, little dimples. He envisioned himself grabbing handfuls of the meaty flesh, his fingernails digging into her skin, while he pumped his cock through his fist. She had a slight belly with the cutest bellybutton Peter had ever seen. He wanted to bathe it with his tongue. Her breasts sat high on her chest. From the side view he got, he could see her perfectly taught nipples poking out. Fuck, she looked so inviting.
He took a shuttered breath and licked his dry lips. The water glistened off her. He watched in a trance as it slid over her silky skin. A water droplet clung from the end of her nipple and dangled in the air before falling. He longed to catch it in his mouth and drink from her body. The steam clung around her like her own personal cloud. She really was an angel.
His eyes follow the stream of water falling from her face down to her chest and between her breasts. It slid over her soft belly and spilled out to slide into the tight junction between her legs. Her beautiful, virgin pussy. Peter’s stomach flipped with excitement as he imagined pulling her legs apart to get a look at the place no one else had been granted permission to see.
He could feel his climax growing. It was very apparent to him now that Peter could not just be friends with her. He needed more. She had tried to kiss him that one time. Maybe she wanted this too. He would need to make his move tonight. There was no more waiting. Taking her virginity was no longer a decision Peter could deny. It was purely a need. An unconscious need like food or breathing. He was starving for her. She had no idea what was in store for her when she got out. He would ravish her until she could no longer walk. He would spend all night feasting on her flesh. He would make her his.
Peter let his hand fall from his throbbing, aching member. He couldn’t waste his load on anything other than her. She would be the one to receive him. He shuddered at the thought of being allowed to fill up her cunt with his seed. His sweet, beautiful, perfect angel dripping with this cum. There was no doubt in his mind that he would have her. Peter Parker was put on this earth for the sole purpose of taking this angel’s virginity.
The Chemistry book he had planned to use as a cover to steal glimpses of her slipped from his chest and onto the floor. His body couldn’t handle little glimpses. He had needed so much more. The book hit the ground with a heavy thud. The noise caused her to look up.
She made eye contact with him through the crack in the door. Her eyes darted down to his exposed erection laying proudly against his stomach.
Peter’s eyes widened and he quickly covered himself with his pillow. He jumped up and slammed the door shut. His heart was racing and he squeezed his eyes closed. The sudden humiliation of getting caught pulled him out of whatever obsessive trance he had fallen in to. He was such a creep. What was he doing? He had never been this horny in his life. She was never going to trust him again.
He took a shaky breath and tried to compose himself. How could he salvage this so he could still get what he wanted? He needed her and only her. No one else was ever allowed to have her. She belonged to Peter. The images of her wet naked body fluttered back into his vision. They pushed out the shame and horror he was feeling for his own perverted thoughts. All he could see was her. A sense of calm settled around him. He stood up straighter. There was no doubt. If she allowed him, he was still going to go through with it. He just had to be smooth about it. He had to be strong. This was no place for shame.
He knocked on the bathroom door and called out her name, “Hey, we need to talk when you’re done in there.” The head of his stiff prick rubbed against the smooth surface of the door. He couldn’t remember the last time he had ever been this hard. It was all her. His angel. He tried to tuck it back into his pants the best he could while he spoke. “I know what you saw. My robe is on the back of the door. Just put that on and we can talk about this.”
He purposely didn’t want her to get dressed again. The less clothes she had on, the better. He heard the shower shut off. Her wet feet padded against the tiles. He could hear her grab the robe off the door and a smile crept onto his face. She was probably so nervous she wasn’t thinking very clearly. She had all her clothes in there with her but she listened to him instead. That was a good sign. “I’m gonna move back to the bed. So, you can come out whenever you’re ready.”
Peter sat on the edge of his bed and kept his eyes trained on the door. Butterflies erupted in his stomach the second he saw it creak open. She peeked her head out first then slowly shuffled out into the room.
The white robe was tied tightly around her wet, glistening skin. Her hair was combed back over her head. The ends made little dripping noises as wet droplets fell from the tips and onto the floor. He could practically feel the heat of embarrassment radiating off her cheeks and she kept her eyes cast to the floor. He could hear her nervous heart beating out of her chest.
Peter smiled sweetly at her, “Jesus Christ, you’re beautiful.”
A little smile tugged at the corner of her lips and she looked up to meet his eyes.
“Stop,” she whispered.
He shook his head. He’d never stop complimenting her. She was the type of woman who deserved to be worshiped. “I should have told you about the door. I’m sorry. That was really creepy of me. You just looked so...” He swallowed his words. “You’re a vision. A perfect angel. I don’t know what came over me but I couldn’t stop myself when I saw you there. I need to kiss you. Please. I’ve wanted to kiss you for a very long time.” He sounded so desperate but he remembered how badly she said she wanted to feel desired. Well, this was him, shamelessly lusting after her.
Her bashfulness deepened. He could hear her breath catch in her throat. She wanted to be kissed. He could tell. He wouldn’t dare keep her waiting.
Peter stood up and moved directly in front of her. His hands reached out to graze over her wrists. His fingers entwined with hers. He pulled her against his body, pressing his hips into her so she could feel how hard she had made him. He leaned down and kissed her forehead.
“Let me finally show you how good a man can make a woman feel,” he whispered into her skin.
She shuddered under him. A little whine escaped her lips. Her breathe was already becoming ragged in anticipation. She was acting almost as needy as he was.
“Peter,” her voice was so quiet even he could hardly head it. “I haven’t ever...no one has...”
She was too embarrassed to tell him she had never had sex before. She must not have remembered their conversation that drunken night but knew what path they were headed down. He smiled down at her and nuzzled his forehead against hers.
“Shh, it’s alright. If you get uncomfortable or want to stop at any time, you just tell me, okay? My job is to make you feel good. If, at any point, I’m not doing that then you need to let me know.” He rubbed her arms soothingly as he carefully studied her face.
She slowly nodded. Her eyes were glued to the tent in his pants pushing against her. He watched as she chewed her bottom lip nervously.
He pressed his fingers under her chin and tilted her head up to him. He lightly kissed her full, pouty lips. She hesitated only a moment before melting into him.
Peter started slowly, not wanting to startle her or move too fast. This was all for her. He would take his time and savor every moment. He gave her bottom lip a quick peck and then the corners of her full mouth, he moved to her jaw and cheeks. Even the tip of her nose. He could feel her tensing as he traveled around her face. She wasn’t used to this kind of attention. The moment he returned to her luscious lips, she relaxed again. A quiet moan pressed out of his mouth as his tongue pushed its way past her lips. He drew his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. Her hands reached for his hair and tangled his locks in her fingers. The more passionately he kissed her, the more she would tear at his hair. He adored the way it felt. The harder she pulled, the faster the fire grew in his stomach.
Peter eventually pried his mouth away from hers. She whined in response. He chuckled under his breath as his lips traced up her jaw and found her cute, little ear lobes. He flicked his tongue over it then sucked it into his mouth, giving the lobe a gentle nibble.
Her jaw fell open in pleasure, “Mmm.” She was practically purring in his arms. He had clearly found one of her erogenous zones. His lips curled into a smile at his find as he bathed her ear with attention. Her wet hair and the smell of his shampoo lingering on her hair filled his nose. The thought of her covered in his own scent was intoxicating like she was marked as his.
Peter began moving his lips and tongue down her collar bone and into the hollow of her graceful neck.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” He mumbled into her skin.
She replied with a far away groan. Her eyes were closed and a soft smile danced on her lips. He took that as a yes. He continued his decent. His tongue trailed down her neck and he slowly pushed the robe off her shoulders, leaving kisses on her newly exposed skin.
When she felt the robe start to slide off her, she quickly caught it in her hands and held it up. Her eyes shot open. The dazed look on her face was replaced with one of anxiety.
Peter pulled away at her sudden change in behavior, “Are you okay?” As much as he wanted to attack her body, it wouldn’t be worth it for him unless she was completely enjoying his advances. She needed to be fully on board. They were in this together.
She shook her head no. Her eyes were big and round. They filled with worry. “What if you don’t like what you see?”
He had to refrain from laughing. He already knew he liked what he saw. She was built just for him and nobody else. “That’s impossible. You could have full on lizard scales under that robe and I would still adore every inch of them.”
She gave him a shy, breathy laugh, “Are you sure?”
Peter tried to soothe her nerves, “Did you enjoy me kissing you?”
She nodded and sighed happily.
“Good. Then what comes next is only going to be a better version of that.” He gave his lips a quick lick and smiled warmly at her.
He could tell she was thinking it over. No one had ever made her feel as good as Peter had in those sheer few minutes of heaven. She wanted to see what else he could do. He could feel it. Her hand reached out and their fingers brushed together. It was her way of letting him know it was okay to continue.
“That’s my good girl,” he whispered. He could sense her arousal at his praise. He would lock that information in his the depths of his brain for later.
Peter placed his hands on her shoulders and slowly pushed the robe off. His eyes hungrily watched at her bare shoulder’s were exposed, then her chest, his heart skipped a beat when her perfect tits capped with her hard nipples were releveled, then her abdomen followed by her soft stomach. Finally her hips and her pussy gave way for his eyes to feast on. The robe puddled to the ground around her legs and settled at her feet. His throat was dry as he stared longingly at the glistening, still wet pubic hair around her mound. He would burry his face in there soon enough.
Peter reached for her hand, lifting her arm above her head, and gave her a slow twirl so he could take in every inch of her from all angles.
“See? No lizard scales,” he was able let out a small joke to break the tension.
Her body relaxed and she giggled. Her cheeks were burning but she seemed okay with his admirations.
“Don’t let me be the only one naked,” she murmured. Her quiet voice was always so tantalizing. It made him want to lean in closer just to catch every word. This beautiful vixen was so unassuming and floated under everyone’s radar. Yet here she was, standing before him, with nothing pure grace and elegance. He was the luckiest man alive. He would bring her body to the brink of destruction tonight. A world of endless possibilities was laid out before him. Her innocence would play well with the dark, immoral places his mind was dragging him to.
Peter tossed his shirt off with one fluid motion. His heart fluttered as he watched her eyes widen while she took in the muscles rippling over his chest. She had never seen him with his shirt off. She had yet to figure out his secret identity. His cut and muscular physique was a surprise to her. He hid it well under his clothes.
His own pompous cockiness flooded his senses. He would show her exactly how strong he was tonight. Peter reached for her waist and pulled her tightly against him. His lips attacked hers as he kissed her deeply. Her supple breasts pressed against his bare chest and his fingers trailed down her spine until they stopped over her perfect, rounded ass cheeks. He gave her plump cheeks a squeeze. He was amazed at how silky and smooth they felt. His hands got to work softly kneading and massaging her ass. Her skin felt flush and warm in his greedy hands. She moaned in pleasure.
Peter braced his arm under her bottom and hoisted her effortlessly into the air. A gasp fell from her lips and her eyes widened. She probably hadn’t been lifted like this since she was child. She instinctively wrapped her bare legs around his torso. He could feel the heat of her core boring into his skin. Her breasts were perfectly level with his mouth. No time was wasted in devouring her nipples while he carried her to the bed. Her body squirmed above him and he could see her head lull back with a low moan. She was truly a goddess. Did she have any idea how seductive her movements were?
He threw her backwards onto the bed. The mattress shuddered under her as she fell and the cheap, college bed boards groaned. He’d be lucky if they didn’t completely break the bed in half tonight. She laid there watching him with her lips parted and her chest rising. He made a show of unbuttoning his pants. His cock was begging to be released from the confines of the fabric. He pushed his pants and boxers off, kicking them to side, and stood proudly before her. He let her take a moment to soak it all in.
Her eyes feasted over his body and down to his bulging member. It was leaning heavily against his leg. Her bottom lip was sucked into her mouth and she couldn’t pull her eyes away. He wondered if this was the first penis she had ever seen in person before. Don’t worry, he thought to himself, she’ll get plenty of time to be introduced to it later.
Peter climbed on top of her. She parted her legs as if she was ready to take him right then. He couldn’t help but give her a little smile. She was so eager.
“Not yet,” he cooed. "Don’t be in such a rush. I have lots to do before I get to that.”
He settled over her and his lips found her breasts again. Her breath caught in her throat and her back arched to push them deeper into his mouth. He softly kissed and licked at the tender, sensitive skin of her tits. Her nipples felt like they were sizzling with pleasure as he nibbled on the firm flesh. He made sure to alternate between the two twins. Each one needed to receive as much enjoyment as the other.
“Oh, Peter!” She choked out when he used his teeth to lightly bite down against the hard nub.
He had no idea what sort of kinks she might have. She probably had no idea herself. He’d work through her slowly and carefully to find exactly what she enjoyed. It seemed she responded well with light biting. He wanted to try and push it a little further. His teeth bore down on her nipple and pulled her breast away from her body.
“Oh!” Her mouth fell open and her eyes widened. Her hips bucked up to grind against him as she let out a low moan.
He watched her breast rise away from her body before releasing. The flesh jiggled as it settle back into place. He attacked it again. This time using gentle flicks of his tongue to stimulate her and help soothe the soreness forming around her nipple. She was loving it. Her hands entangled around the back of his head and held him tightly to her chest.
He snaked a hand up her stomach to give love to her other tit while he nursed the one clasped in his mouth. His fingers pinched her nipple between them while he gave light, rapid strokes over the top.
Her skin tasted like heaven. Just like an angel’s should.
Her body was writhing under him. Her skin felt like it was burning against his. She was so hot he wouldn’t be surprised to see steam rising off of her.
Peter stopped working on the breast in his mouth and switched over to the other. While he expertly used his tongue to pleasure her chest, his hand slid down her body, fingertips tracing lightly over her skin. He let his hand softly caress over her stomach, his fingers slowly circling her navel. He made wider and wider circles down the length of her until he he came to the warm, wet juncture between her legs.
At this point, she was practically vibrating under Peter’s knowing fingers. He seemed to know just where to touch or kiss her. It was like he already knew every inch of her body. She was trusting him more and more with each passing minute. He could tell she wanted desperately to open herself up to him. He urged her legs apart and she obliged. She spread them wider for his hand to easily tuck between her thighs. Her fear was being replaced with lust. Peter only wanted to make her feel good.
There was no doubt in his mind that her body was made for him. From the way her skin tasted of his soap, to the way her thick ass cheeks filled his hands, to the way she held his head to her ripe tits, down to the way she opened her legs just enough for his hand to be a perfect fit. She was his. He traced her wet slit with his fingertips causing her to tremble. As he slowly started sliding his fingers up and down, coating him in her wetness, he leaned his head back up to kiss her.
Peter’s finger carefully parted her virgin pussy while his tongue slid past her lips and into her mouth. She was panting harder into him the deeper he sunk his finger. He had never felt anything so tight before. It was like her cunt was trying to squeeze his finger from his hand. He wondered if she had ever even had her own fingers in here. He almost doubted if he’d even be able to get his dick past her walls. He’d have to remember to move very delicately.
Her body was on fire. She broke the kiss to call out in pleasure which gave Peter time to go back to nursing her tits.
“Oh god, Pete,” she whimpered while his long, skinny finger probed into her until she had completely swallowed it whole.
She was so wet he wasn’t worried about it hurting with just one finger. He’d have to work carefully before adding a second though. She would need a lot of warming up if he wanted to properly fuck her. His thumb found her clit and he traced delicate little circles over it.
“Oh yes, Pete. That feels so good...” She hissed through clenched teeth. Her eyes had closed in bliss.
A smug smiled pulled at his lips from her words. She was panting and squirming while his finger worked around inside her impossibly tight cunt. He was almost giddy with excitement for when he would finally get to slide his cock into her. Gradually he started to push a second finger in. His eyes stayed on her face to watch how she’d react to more stretching. A quick flash of pain hit her features but he didn’t pull out, only held his fingers steady for a moment.
“You good?” He asked.
She took a second but nodded, “Keep going.”
He returned to massaging her clit with his thumb. He waited until he watched her body relax again before continuing to push in the second finger. Eventually, she had swallowed them both.
Peter felt a bit of pride on her behalf. She was doing so good. His tight, sexy angel stretching to accommodate him. He felt her body respond the moment he located her G-spot. Her back arched and her breath increased. He kept a steady pace as he slowly pumped his fingers back and forth, curling them upwards to brush over that special spot each time. He wanted her to cum for him. He could tell she was getting closer.
He wished he had a camera set up so he could keep this moment with him forever. Her first time orgasming from him. If he had his way, there would be many more times, but this time was special. It would be what he would use as late night material for many nights to come. His eyes were plastered to her face. He didn’t want to miss a single moment.
“Look at me,” he whispered.
Her eyes fluttered open. They had a bleary, dazed look in them. Pure pleasure filled her face and a dopey smile crossed her lips. Her nipples were rock hard against his chest. She was so close now.
“I’m going to make you feel good, baby.” He smiled down at her. All at once he slid his two fingers slowly against the rough patch of skin buried deep in her pussy while he pressed his thumb to her hard clit.
A quiet yelp burst out of her, she was still trying to keep her voice reserved, and an orgasm thundered through her. Her already tight pussy clenched down on his fingers and he felt warm wetness flow out of her spasming hole. Her legs trembled and her knees rose up while her hand reached over her head to grip onto his headboard. Waves of pleasure continued to flow back and forth like the tide inside of her. Her hips bucked against his hand while she worked to fuck his his fingers deeper into her. He didn’t even have to move, she was doing it all herself now.
“Oooohh...” she moaned as she slowly came down back to reality.
He was so pleased with her. She pulled his neck down so his body would be pressed against hers. Her face nuzzled into his cheek. Reluctantly, he pulled his fingers from her clutching hole. She moaned and shuddered when he did then melted into him.
“Such a good girl,” he mused at her. “My beautiful angel.” He lovingly stroked his hands up and down her smooth arms.
She shuddered one last time and leaned back into the pillow to gaze up at him. Peter had a twinkle in his eye as he admired her back. Perfection.
“Thank you,” she whispered. She tugged his back of his head down to her lips and kissed him deeply. The action took Peter by surprise. She was so forceful in the way she pressed him to her face. She had known exactly what she wanted. It made his heart flutter with excitement. She was getting so confident. His special girl.
She broke the kiss and whispered again, “Thank you.”
Peter wasn’t sure why she was thanking him but he would give her a million more orgasms if it meant receiving her praise. She now owned his soul. He would do anything to please her. Only she had other ideas.
A fiery look flamed behind her eyes. Peter’s brow furrowed trying to figure out what she was thinking. He didn’t have to wait long to get the answer. Her hand pressed against his shoulder and she flipped him onto his back, taking his place above him instead. His eyes widened. It was like her orgasm had released a wild animal inside of her. He could only imagine what kind of person she would be with a few months of practice under her belt. Oh, he had so many future plans for her.
She settled between his legs and gawked down at his cock. He could see her confidence falter a bit at the sight. His hand reached up to brush her wet hair back from her face and he smiled.
“It’s okay. You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he murmured. Obviously he would adore her swollen lips wrapped around his member. The thought alone was enough to make his hips tremble but he didn’t want to push her too far.
She shook her head, her voice back to it’s soft, timid tones, “I want to.”
Tenderly, her hand gripped around the base of his cock. Her eyes peered back at him from behind her lashes and he gave her an encouraging nod. She leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to the tip of his throbbing head, tasting his salty pre-cum on her lips and tongue.
It was singlehandedly the hottest and most adorable act he had ever witnessed. She licked her lips in preparation and carefully placed her mouth around the head of his cock. She ran her wet tongue all the way around the tip and sucked it into her mouth.
Peter’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, “Fuck yes.” He was officially in love with her. All it took was a little attention from her mouth for him to fall head over heels. He’d do anything she’d ever ask of him for the rest of time. Anything she wanted was hers.
She slowly started moving her hand along with her bobbing mouth. She seemed to be able to only able to get the first few inches into her mouth before it bumped against the back of her throat. He could tell she almost gagged a few times when he hit too deep.
Peter strummed his fingers through her hair, “Take your time. There’s no rush, baby. Don’t worry about getting it all in there.” He placed a hand over hers and helped show her how to move it over the base of his cock. “Like this. Then you can just focus on sucking on the head. Use your tongue a lot. You’re doing great.”
In truth, she wasn’t the best at sucking a dick, but he knew she would learn with time. It was hard to complain when her mouth felt so warm and inviting. One day, he’d get her to deep throat the whole thing. For now, he’d be happy just letting her play around with him. It was their first meeting. She had to get used to the way he felt in her hand and mouth. Even if her technique was nearly non-existent, Peter loved the sight of his prick sliding past her lips. As her inexperienced head rocked up and down in his lap, he felt his balls begin to draw up and he knew it wouldn’t be long before he exploded. He was already so tender and ready from his interrupted masturbation session earlier.
“I’m gonna cum soon,” he prepared her. “Do you-” He had to swallow and close his eyes in an attempt to hold back his body before he could ask her. “Do you want me to cum in your mouth? ‘Cause, if not, you might want to move.”
Her eyes widened a little at his question but she kept her mouth over him. She worked him deeper into her throat. That was all it took for his first shot of hot cum to erupt into her mouth. She jumped at the sensation and started swallowing. She might not of have the best blow job skills but she sure knew how to swallow like a pro. Load after thick load shot into her mouth and with pride she swallowed every last drop. Her eyes were locked to his face, waiting and watching for his approval.
Peter shuddered in bliss and gazed with half closed lids down at the beautiful, naked angel with the head of his dick still resting between her lips. He loved her.
She let his softening cock slip from her mouth and wiped the drool from her chin with the back of her hand, “Did I do good?”
She wanted his praise. He wouldn’t ever deny her that. He wanted her to crave his compliments.
“Best little cock sucker in the world, angel.” He grinned down at her and pulled her back over him. He adored the way her breasts felt pressed against his bare chest. He loved the way he could feel the heat coming from between her legs.
A huge smile broke out over her face at his admiration of her. Her cheeks burned with pride. She was beautiful. He kissed her mouth and grabbed a handful of her ass cheeks. He was such an ass man. Her legs fell to either side of his hips so his cock nestled under her pussy lips. He was already hard again. One of the many perks of his spider bite was his ability to rejuvenate with ease. She also had that effect on him.
Peter took his time to simply kiss her while they both relaxed from their orgasms. He wanted to space hers out enough that she didn’t become overstimulated and call it quits too early. He nibbled and sucked on her bottom lip while massaging her ass. Eventually he released her cheeks from his grasp and instead cupped her face in his hands. His brown eyes studied her delicate features with adoration. He tucked her drying hair behind her ears.
“Beautiful,” he breathed while staring at her.
He knew the moment he said it, the timid look would appear back on her expression. He wasn’t wrong.
“Peter?” She whispered.
“Hmm?” His eyes closed while he grazed his lips over her burning cheeks.
“I’ve wanted this for a really long time,” she confessed to him. “Since the first day I saw you. I’ve dreamed about this moment.”
His eyes opened to stare into hers. There was no hint of deceit hiding behind them. She meant every word. He smiled at her.
“I guess that makes two of us then,” he placed a soft kiss to her lips.
She deepened it. Her tongue slid past his lips and danced around his. His hands returned to her ass while hers tangled in his hair. The longer she kissed him, the more her hips began to grind against his dick. He helped glide her along the length of him by gripping tightly onto her cheeks and pushing or pulling her. She was already sopping wet down there and she slid over him with ease. She broke their kiss for her back to arch as she pointed her hips down to maximize the amount of stimulation her clit was receiving. A whimper rumbled in the back of her throat. Peter could do nothing but stare up at her in awe. He couldn’t even fully appreciate the feeling of her cunt rubbing against him. He was too worked up at just staring at her face. A virginal seduction goddess was hovering above him. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, and her head was hanging back while she worked her hips to create her own satisfaction. He wasn’t even helping anymore. She was doing it all on her own. He could only watch while she used him for her pleasure. It was like nothing he had ever seen before. She was completely lost in her own feelings, rubbing her clit faster against his dick. Her hands were braced against his chest. The rolling of her hips sped up. Her panting got heavier. Peter stared in wonderment as her second orgasm of the night hit her.
Her entire body shook and convulsed over him. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her mouth hung wide open in a silent scream. Her hips gyrating and trembling until she collapsed on top of him. Her whole body crumbled over his chest. He wrapped her up in his strong arms and held her tightly there. His hands stroked over her hair and down the back of her head to soothe her.
“Wow,” was all he was able to breathe out.
He heard her laugh quietly and it only made his love for her grow. She kept her head buried in the crook of his neck. She was breathing heavily.
“You keep that up and you’ll be too tired for me fuck you,” he joked.
Her head peeked up at him and she kissed under his jaw, “No way. Give me a minute and I’ll be ready. I want this.”
She truly was his gift sent from the heavens.
“I haven’t ever felt like this before,” she lamented. “I never even really touched myself. I mean, I definitely I have a little, but not like this. Nothing ever came of it. It’d just make me more frustrated that I couldn’t find a release to all that tension. I thought I was broken. I feel like I’m being woken up to a new revelation.”
Peter traced the tips of his fingers up and down her spine, “You’re not broken. I don’t think you have any idea how incredibly sexy you are. The way you lose yourself in your orgasm, the way your body moves, it’s something else. If this college thing doesn’t work out for you, you should try porn.”
Her light laughter filled the room. It was heavenly.
“I’m serious,” he said. “I’ll film it for you. I’ll be the best director you’ve ever seen.”
The thought of cameras popped into his head. He wished he could have a picture of her to remember this night by. Something to look back on. He was unsure how revolted by the idea she might be. He was afraid to ruin their perfect mood.
“I’m not sexy,” she whispered.
It was Peter’s turn to laugh now. He carefully rolled her off his chest and onto her back.
“Wait right there,” he said as he climbed out of the bed.
He grabbed his polaroid camera out of his closet. He held it up to show her and stepped onto the bed. Peter stood over her and pointed the camera down at her.
“Just stay still, exactly as you are, and I’ll show you what I see,” he ordered.
She made no protests to being photographed. The act of the polaroid was probably less of a scary thought. It wasn’t something that could be shared on the internet. It was more intimate which was exactly why Peter loved them. He snapped the pic. The flash went off to illuminate her body lazily draped over his bed sheets. Her arm was resting above her head causing her breasts to be lifted. Her back was slightly arched and twisted so you could get a great glimpse at the roundness of her bottom. Her bedroom eyes were piercing up at the camera. She was posing like a nude model without even releasing it. He grabbed the picture when it emerged from the camera and placed it on his bedside table to develop. If she was willing to let him take photographs of her now, he could only imagine what the future would hold. He predicted the back of his closet door would be covered in her nude photos in no time.
Peter took advantage of the fact that she was now under him. He could spend all night just staring at her beautiful naked body but he still needed to sneak a taste of her before he claimed her virginity. He trailed wet kisses down her neck only for her to respond with soft moans. If he didn’t eat her out soon, he thought he might die of starvation. He felt her small intake of breath as he reached her perfect breasts. He kissed all around the firm flesh before dragging his tongue across the sensitive nipple.
“Yes,” she hissed and pushed her chest forward.
He didn’t stay there for long though. He had other appointments to make. She closed her eyes as he worked her way down her body. Peter slid down the bed until he was practically kneeling on the floor with his upper body draped across the foot of the bed. The college mattress they were given always felt so small compared to his one at home.
She knew where he was going, knew what he was planning. Her legs fell open for him. For the first time, he got a proper peek at her hidden treasure. He took a beat to simply admire the beauty before him. He longed for his polaroid again but knew that would be taking it one step too far for her.
While he took in the sights, he was pleased in knowing that she was finally his. This beautiful pussy was going to belong to Peter Parker tonight. He greeted it by sticking out his tongue and licking the length of her slit. Her body jumped at the touch.
“Peter!” She cried. “Oh...please...”
With a finger from each hand, Peter opened up the pretty, little flower of her heated pussy. A trickle of her juices trailed out of the tight hole and her hard clit stood out from beneath its hood. She was most certainly still a virgin. He licked his lips, his mouth was watering at the sight. Peter lightly licked the flesh between her swollen lips and gave a small kiss at the entrance to her hole just like she had for him. He felt her hips start to roll against his face, begging for more attention. His tongue slipped inside of her.
“Yes, Peter,” she panted.
His eyes flicked up to catch her playing with her breasts. She was pinching her nipples hard between her fingers and tugging her breasts away from her chest. She liked them to be played with more roughly he could tell. He’d keep that in mind for another night. His tongue probed into her as deeply as he could reach. She tasted absolutely divine. The only time he pulled out was to bathe her clit with mouth then he’d dive back in again. Her panting was getting louder and her hips were starting to lift off the mattress as she humped his face. He could tell she was nearing her third orgasm. He debated it he should allow her to ride it out but decided against it. He wanted her needy for him. The hungrier her pussy was, the easier it would be to swallow his cock.
Regrettably, Peter pulled his head away from her. There would be times in the future when he would spend the entire day doing nothing but eating her out. Today was not that day though. Her slick juices coated his chin and he licked them off of his lips. She wailed in displeasure as he left her cresting on the verge of euphoria. Her hips bucks against the empty air and she pouted down at him.
“No!” She cried at him. “Why did you stop?”
He gave a breathy laugh and climbed up her body, pecking her lips, “Because I think it’s about time I made love to you, don’t you think?”
She seemed to accept that idea. A tiny smile hinting on her lips. She gave him a little nod and a slow, sweet kiss. He could tell she was starting to get nervous.
Peter gently pulled away from her and grabbed a condom out of his bedside stand. His eyes caught sight of the now developed polaroid sitting there. He smiled as he picked it up and handed it to her.
“Look at you,” he mused. “An angel.”
She took the picture in her hand and studied it over. It was a good distraction for her while he placed the condom onto himself. It was one of the rubbers that was already pre-lubed. It was nothing ribbed or special, just a simple, basic condom. He figured that would be easiest for her.
“Are you sure that’s me?” She asked.
He plucked the picture from her hands, glancing between the two, and nodding, “Yep. I’d say they’re a perfect match.” He put it back on the bedside table. He looked deep into her eyes and asked seriously, “Do you trust me?”
She nodded silently, her apprehensive eyes searching his.
“Then I trust you to tell me to stop if it hurts too much. We can go as slow as you need but you have to tell me.” He bent down and pecked her lips. “Now spread your legs for me, baby.”
She did as she was told, her legs spreading wide to accommodate him between them. She suddenly looked so vulnerable. His confidence flew out the window when he gazed down at her. He wanted nothing more than to protect her. It made him nervous just looking at her. She was too beautiful for him. What was he doing?
“Peter?” She questioned him when he had hovered there frozen for a beat too long.
He snapped out of his daze, “I...I want you to say it.” He wanted to hear it from her. He wanted to make sure this was all okay. He was scared he was taking advantage of her.
She brought her lips up to his ear and whispered with hot breath into him, “I want you to fuck me, Peter.”
His confidence came rushing back. This was exactly what he was meant to be doing. She was made for him and he was made for her. He needed to savor this moment. He would be the first person to fuck her. It was all him.
He positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to her wet cunt. He leaned down to kiss her when he started pushing the tip inside. She cooed at the feeling of him parting her lips. He knew the pleasant feeling wouldn’t last long when he reached her hymen. At least he could rest in knowing that her body was still in heat from the assault of his tongue. If she was ever going to be ready, now was the time.
“I want you all the way inside me, Pete.” She breathed. “Please. Please. I can’t wait anymore. I need you.”
He wouldn’t argue with that. Peter kept his slow, diligent penetration. Inch by inch he would burry himself into his beautiful angel. He felt her tensing when he hit a certain point. He stopped to check on her.
She shook her head, “Keep going. Don’t stop. It hurts more when you stop.”
He continued even when she let out a loud yelp and hissed under her breath. Her body was tensing and he could tell she was extremely uncomfortable. Peter slipped his hand between their thighs and found her clit. It was a little awkward of a position for him to reach but he did his best to keep a finger flicking over it in an effort to soothe her. His mouth also found her nipple and sucked it against his wet tongue. Anything to try and help bring her more pleasure than pain as he continued to stretch her open. She was just so tight. He had heard the term “like a glove” before but she was tighter than that. Her pussy was like a velvet vice, squeezing him harder than anything ever had before. She seemed to be drawing him deeper into her depths. His whole life had lead up to this exact moment. He was cherishing every second.
As Peter carefully filled her up, her moans started to switch from unease to pleasure. His added ministrations must be providing some much needed relief for her. She started to raise her hips to meet him more and more. He felt wanted. By the time his balls were resting against her ass cheeks, she gave him a little smile. He waited there. Letting his cock stretch her out and better accommodate him. He released her nipple and turned back to her mouth.
“Are you okay?” He asked between kisses.
She nodded, “It wasn’t as bad as I thought.”
His tongue swirled around hers. She was okay. She wasn’t in pain and she was no long virgin. That belonged to Peter now. He wanted to fuck her. He couldn’t keep waiting inside of her without doing anything. Slowly, he pulled back just a few inches and pushed into her again. She sucked in a sharp breath of air.
“Oh, yes.” She moaned. “Again.”
Peter began his slow and rhythmic thrusts, gently but deliberately fucking her now. Her breath became rapid and her beautiful tits were moving along with each thrust into her. His cock felt wonderful filling her, stretching her tight walls, and scraping over her sensitive flesh as his dick rubbed against her G-spot with every inch. There was nothing in the world that could possibly feel better than this. They both wanted each other. Needed each other. He was in heaven.
Her hot cunt was a velvet fist gripping his cock as he drew it in and out of her. He loved the sounds of her deep moans. They were getting less reserved with each passing minute. Every new thrust, Peter would pull out further and push in deeper. Soon he was able to slide through her without any restrictions. He could tell she was falling deeper in love with the act of sex too. Her hips would roll up to meet him. They both fell into a perfect rhythm together.
“Peter, oh, Peter,” she kept moaning his name with her eyes closed. He could listen to that sound forever. His name never sounded so good.
Peter increased his tempo, plunging in and out, harder and faster, his own needs taking over. He felt her hands slide up his arms and wrap around his neck, his body pressed flat against hers as he fucked her into the mattress.
“You feel so good, baby. Such a good girl. My sweet angel. Look at how well your pussy is taking me. It feels so good. So tight,” he grunted out the words, not even fully knowing what he was saying. He just wanted to praise her and remind her how lovely she was.
He felt like a steam engine, slowly starting then picking up the pace as he plowed along. Her rock hard nipples scraped against his abs. He attacked her neck with wet, heavy kisses to leave little bruises over her perfect skin.
She couldn’t speak as the erotic sensations coursed through her body. She could only moan. Her voice was getting louder. Surely, everyone on the floor could hear her now but that only made Peter want to fuck her harder. Let everyone know. She was his. He was the reason she was screaming like that. All his.
The sounds she was making was a good hint that she was about to cum soon. Peter could last a long time if he tried but he wanted to climax along with her. He closed his eyes and focused on the feelings electrifying his body. He could feel it building. He pumped harder. His hips were working over time to drive himself into her as far as he possibly could.
Her grip around his neck tightened and a loud shriek burst from her throat, “I’m coming! Oooh!” Her pussy clamped down on his cock as she spasmed around him. She continued shrieking as pure bliss washed through her body. Her pussy rippled around him like it was trying to milk the cum right out of him.
That was all it took. Peter sucked in a breath as he buried himself balls deep into her tight, little cunt and shot his load deep into the end of the condom while she drained him of everything he had. A low growl escaped his throat and he bit down hard on her shoulder to keep from screaming.
The bite must have unlocked something in her because her dying orgasm suddenly flared back up. She rocked her hips harder against him and thrashed her head back and forth against the pillow. Her entire body trembled underneath him. She was gasping for air.
Peter finally felt himself relax. He was finding it difficult to hold himself up over her any longer so he rolled off her, flipping her over to spoon naked together in the small bed. His hand found her breasts and he palmed it lazily while he closed his eyes. She was panting heavily, having trouble catching her breath.
She lay there stunned, unable to move or form words, letting Peter pull her into whatever position he wanted. He buried his face in the back of her neck and breathed her in. At some point he pulled off the condom and tossed it into the trash by his bed. Now his freed cock laid nestled between her ass cheeks while she dozed in and out of sleep. Anytime she’d move, she’d brush against his dick. He was already hard again. She was in a for a treat when she realized just long he could really last. He gently grinded his hips into her while his dick slipped between her cheeks and his hands toyed with her breasts.
“That was the best moment of my entire life,” he mumbled.
She responded with nothing but a sleepy, “Mmm.”
He’d let her rest for a little while longer but he knew the night would be one with no sleep.
He’d be fucking her again in no time.