'You have me.' Those words had echoed around her mind nonstop since Peter had said them to her. She had been alone her entire life, abandoned by her mother, then stripped of her sister by Damage Control who kidnapped and tortured Sara.
Alone was the only constant she had ever known. Her hands shook slightly as she thought about those dark times again.
Then there was Peter Parker, hopeless and depressed Peter Parker who was alone like her, family dead, friends forgotten.
She had played mind games with him, with people he cared about and yet he still said he would be there for her, still helped her and saved her life, took a bullet for her when all Jean had done was cause issues for him.
He was depressed, he was lost but by the gods he was handsome. That last thought caused her to pause, it came unprompted and yet it wasn't wrong nor did she try to push that thought away. He was handsome and he was a good kisser she thought with a small blush.
Her green eyes tracked the forestry scenery, the different shades of green from the leaves merged together into a blur as the bus she was on continued on its
'You have me.' Again the words rattled around her powerful mind, the way he said it, earnest and sweet, the way his eyes tracked over her teary face, the way his eyes softened as he spoke to her.
'Fuck me.' Jean thought, her hand unconsciously playing with a strand of her ginger hair. She may be a bit obsessed with handsome, muscular Peter.
An image of his body, shirtless and so sexy burned into her mind, and Jean let it, as she soaked up all the details of the picture which was burned in her mind, the muscles, the strength in his shoulders and arms, the way his abs were visible and taut.
Then with image in mind, her eyes went lower, of Peter in nothing but his very tight black boxers which highlighted a prominent bulge hidden under the material.
Her face burned red thinking about it, taking a deep breath, she had decided on what she was going to do. She wasn't going to be alone anymore and neither was Peter.
Using her powers, she slipped into the driver's mind, guided the bus safely to the shoulder of the highway. She stood with purpose and walked off the bus, then released the driver. Hood up, she stepped into the settling dust and started walking toward the city.
Towards him.
~
Peter was still on medical leave as Spider-Man since recovering from a fatal bullet wound, Detective DeWolff's orders to not rush him back into the field was advice he decided to follow.
He sat at his desk, his monitors flashing with different information, one screen was Peter's new project involving his organic webs. Another held a half finished suit design he was experimenting with. The third played a cheesy rom-com he wasn't really watching.
He was reclined in his desk chair, feet propped up on the desk as he snacked while half focusing on the movie.
Since Jean left something felt different, more hollow, as he thought about the ginger woman. He felt he was getting somewhere with her, with the fact they didn't have to be alone together anymore and then she left before he woke up in hospital.
She had left before he even got a chance to thank her for saving his life with her 'freaky voodoo magic' as Frank so elegantly put it.
Peter liked Jean, a lot, she seemed nice and she was beautiful. Peter had decided that after MJ had told him that she didn't love him, it was time to move on.
She had a boyfriend and there was no use looking to the past when it was just causing pain in the present. It was time Peter Parker moved on and he was trying.
He set himself up on a few dating sites and was getting himself out there. A few cheesy science pun chat up lines and he had a couple of dates planned with various women though it was hard to plan around being Spider-Man.
Yet it still didn't feel right, like something wasn't complete inside of him and every time he looked into his heart to try and understand, all he would see was ginger hair and green eyes.
He felt himself getting more drowsy as he watched the rom-com, his brain failing to make quips at moments in the movie as his eyes slowly closed.
He was just about to drift off when E.V, his glamorous A.I assistant alerted him of a person at the door.
He looked at the monitor and had to pinch himself in case he was dreaming because even hooded he could tell Jean Grey was standing outside his door.
He stood quickly, looking around his room in panic at how messy it was. He threw blankets over old clothes laying around. He hurriedly binned old food containers all the while Jean was becoming impatient outside.
As she raised her hand to knock again, the door opened and Peter, slightly out of breath from all his spontaneous spring cleaning, stood with his arm against the door frame.
"Jean?" He said in fake surprise, like he wasn't warned of her arrival.
She smiled at him, rolling her eyes at his obvious fake shock, her eyes quickly glancing to the camera above the door before looking back at his face.
She hadn't seen him since the incident which had left him dying. He looked healthy and alive, he looked good.
"Hi Peter." She said, ducking under the taller man's arm and entering his apartment, giving a quick once over with her eyes as she saw the obvious attempt to hide all the mess he's made in the last few days.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, walking over to the sofa and standing against the back of it, rubbing his arm in nerves.
She glanced at him from the corner of her eyes before walking to the kitchen, running her finger over the counter before inspecting it.
"It'll do." She said, making Peter confused.
"It'll do." He echoed, his head tilted confused making Jean smile at him.
"Yes it'll do, but I want these cabinets a different colour, I'm thinking... green." She said, finger rubbing her chin in thought.
Peter formed a 'Timeout' gesture with his hands as he looked at the powerful woman. "What are you talking about Jean. In fact what are you even doing here?" He questioned and she looked at him as if he was stupid.
"You said I didn't have to be alone anymore, that we had each other." And Peter nodded in agreement, his eyes taking in the smaller woman.
"Well I don't want to be alone," she said, her throat swallowing a lump of nerves, "You don't want to be alone, so let's just skip the bullshit and move in together." Peter choked on his own spit, pounding his chest as he fought to regain his breath.
"WHAT." He exclaimed when his breath returned to him. "You want to move in with me. Like this second." He said, his arms gesturing wildly around his kitchen as if to emphasise his living area.
She tilted her head at him. "I just said that didn't I." She shrugged off her jacket and placed it on the kitchen counter, Underneath she was wearing a soft grey jumper and black leggings that fit her like a second skin. A basic outfit yet it had Peter's eyes dropping before he could stop them. He dragged them back up to her face with actual effort.
She looked amused, clearly seeing him check her out.
"Besides," she said, "I wanted to thank you." her amusement flickering towards something sharper and more serious.
"Thank me for what?" He asked confused. Jean wanted to hit him.
"For saving my life, you idiot." She said and Peter waved it off like it was nothing, the way he always did when it came to receiving praise for saving people.
He smiled at her gently. "If anyone should be thanking someone, it's me. Frank told me you saved me, so thank you Jean." They had stepped closer to each other without realising, the kitchen feeling smaller than before.
Peter is playing with his hands subconsciously while Jean stands opposite him, her fingers rubbing her forearm.
"You shouldn't thank me." She said, "I'm the reason you were shot in the first place."
Another step forward.
"Jean, it's ok trust me, I'd have taken that bullet for you any day." He said seriously, his voice dropping an octave.
This close, Peter could see her eyes were impossibly green. The same eyes that had been showing up in his dreams for near two weeks.
"Why." She whispered as they were almost touching now.
"You have me now Jean, always." He said and instead of replying to him, she grabbed him by the face and pulled him down into a kiss.
He was shocked at first, but soon melted into the kiss as his hands went to her waist. He manoeuvred them around until she bumped backwards into his kitchen counter.
He kissed her like he'd been thinking about it for days, because he had and he held her like he was still a little afraid she might disappear again if he let go.
Her hands wrapped around his neck as she fought to keep him from breaking this kiss, Jean moaned into his mouth sending Peter mad as he gripped her slim waist tightly, refusing to let her go even an inch.
He lifted her by the waist and placed her on his kitchen counter, her legs dangling over the edge as they continued to kiss.
Her hands grabbed his shirt, pulling it up his muscular form as she fought to take it off. Peter helped her, lifting his arms and reluctantly breaking the kiss. Jean managed to take the top of him, throwing it on the floor without a care in the world.
Her hands touched his chest, feeling the hard muscles under her small hands, her eyes taking in his gorgeous body.
"Not bad." She joked making Peter roll his eyes before bringing her back into a fiery kiss. It was his turn now to pull at Jeans grey jumper.
It joined his shirt on the floor, her chest was heaving from the passionate kiss, fighting to gain back some air. Her petite breasts sat in a lacy black bra, and Peter almost moaned at the sight.
He reached around and unclip her bra with one hand, Jean almost made a comment until Peter attached his mouth around her nipple.
They were hard and sensitive, the little peaks of pink sitting on her chest. Peter ran his tongue over them, sucking and licking. He gently bit with his teeth and pulled making Jean moan.
"Mmmh Peter." She moan as her hand rested on the back of his hair, fingers playing with his curls as he feasted on her small breasts.
His mouth moved to the other breast, not wanting to leave it excluded from his attention. While he licked and sucked her right breast, he brought two fingers up to play and roll her other exposed nipple around.
Jean had her eyes closed as she soaked up the pleasure, not having felt something like this in a long time.
They both wanted more, needed more as Peter broke his suckling of Jean's breasts, his hands started to pull her trainers off.
Then her socks came off, his lips pressing soft kisses against her soles.
His hands wandered higher, pulling at the waistband of her leggings, she lifted her arse, helping Peter take them off her body. Her underwear went with her leggings as Peter hurriedly dragged them down her pale legs.
"Fuck." Peter said as he stared at the fiery patch of hair above her slit. He licked his lips in hunger, his mouth watering at the sight of her wet cunt.
Peter dropped to his knees. His calloused hands grasped at her pale thighs, gripping and releasing her skin repeatedly as if he couldn't believe this was happening.
Peter eagerly leant in, his tongue lashing out, scrapping along her skin making Jean shiver as he wasted no time in delivering her pleasure.
Her hands came and rested on his head, her fingers digging into his silken curls and tugging him deeper into her cunt making him smirk.
"Mmmh." Jean moaned as he lapped at her cunt happily.
His face was wet as he feasted upon her, his tongue moving up and down with precision, covering her cunt everywhere he could with his saliva.
He kept away from her clit as he wanted to make her build up pressure before releasing her and ruining her for anyone but him.
His tongue ghosted the alphabet into her cunt and then he did the alphabet backwards. He kept repeating this, a little trick MJ had taught him, which had Jean moaning as Peter worked her up a height.
Her legs wrapped around his shoulders, her thighs crushing his head more between her legs as he feasted away on her cunt.
Her left hand ventured up her body sending shivers down her spine, Jean groped her exposed tits, pulling and rolling her pink nipple between her fingers.
Peter looked up and saw she was enjoying herself, he broke from licking her cunt, breathing on her fanny with a warm breath which tickled at her sensitive folds.
He brought forth a hand to the top of her pussy, his fingers brushing through her fiery bush and landing on top of her hidden pearl. His fingers pulled back the skin to reveal the prized clit.
His mouth watered at the sight but he wouldn't suck on it just yet, instead he used his thumb and gently collected some of her leaking fluids before making circular clockwise motions on her clit.
She bucked her hips at the feeling, her hands becoming more aggressive with her breasts as she chased at her peak. She knew Peter had been teasing her and building her up, purposely avoiding her clit to do so.
His thumb worked with precision movements as Jean slowly started tightening her grip around him with her pale thighs.
"Stop teasing me." She whined as her legs tightened around his body more, bringing his face back to her cunt.
Jean's hand gripped his curls, pulling him back on her cunt as her other hand groped at her teat, her fingers pulling and twisting her pink nipple then grabbing a handful of her small breast.
Peter understood what she wanted, licking her cunt again happily and energetically, his hands coming around her legs and holding her thighs tightly.
Peter decided to end it sensing that his redhead was close. His mouth sealed around her clit and he started to suck, rolling the pearl around his mouth.
He alternated between sucking, a gentle nibble and using his tongue to roll her clit. Then he would dip lower and lick at her soaking folds before coming back up to her pearl.
Her thighs squished his skull and her fingers tightened around her nipples, grabbing at them as if her life depending on them. Her back arched towards Peter, her eyes rolling in the back of her head.
"PETER!" She screamed, her thighs violently shaking and locking around Peter's head as she came hard.
Her fluids gushed and sprayed from her cunt, covering Peter's face, not that he minded as he continued licking away at Jean.
Her eyes rolled back as her moans became silent due to Peter extending her orgasm, continuing his ministrations on her body only more gently to not hurt her.
Her fiery red hair fell back against the counter as she arched her back as far as possible to get all she could out of Peter, her bangs sticking to her head from sweat.
Her cunt gushed as her cute moaning and panting turned feral, her borderline painful grip on his head didn't let up as Peter triggered a second miniature orgasm that sent her squirting again.
"FUCKKKKK." She shouted as the second orgasm hit her, her body shaking, her skin tingling as Peter licked away at her.
Finally she pushed his head away, her breast was marked from her own painful grip and so were her pale thighs from Peter's hand that gripped it.
His face was soaked and his tongue dashed from his mouth to lick up all it could.
"Gods Jean, i could sit here for hours and eat you out as you come over and over again from my tongue." Peter husked out and if Jean wasn't so horny for his cock she'd have took him up on that offer.
Maybe another time she thought as she slowly unclenched her thighs from Peter's shoulders and head, freeing him from her prison.
Jean in her nude slid of the counter, spinning Peter around so his back was against the counter.
Jeans pale hands came up and reached for his waistband of his joggers, pulling them and his boxers down at the same time.
"FUCK ME." Jean shouted in surprise, her green eyes crossing as she looked up at his veiny monster cock. It was huge, as big as her forearm and just as thick if not more.
She shivered as her mind went a million miles an hour trying to comprehend how she'd fit him in her.
Her hand reached up and took a few strokes, easing herself into pleasuring Peter's huge cock.
After a few strokes Jean pulled her hand back and added some of her spit for lubrication to ensure her hands could glide up and down Peter's large cock with relative ease.
Shifting slightly she pulled both her hands from Peter's meaty cock and pressed her lips against his engorged cock head.
It was leaking pre cum already which wasn't a surprise, his cock desperate for release due to how fucking sexy Jean was.
She slowly took him into her mouth, licking up the salty liquid with a moan as she slowly took him further into her warm mouth.
Her mouth and throat relaxed as she effortlessly took his large and girth cock into her, taking small moments of pause to try and accommodate his large stature.
She had a few sexual encounters in her past but this was another level completely, Peter dwarfed all other men soft never mind hard as a rock.
The back of her throat made contact with Peter's cock head. She gagged like a whore, tears building in her eyes as she looked up through her eyelashes, up to her muscular hung lover whom was watching the fiery red head with a look of burning desire on his face.
Peter groaned and sensually rubbed his hand in her red hair as he watched her take him into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing to add to his pleasure, the ribbed texture of her inside running against his veiny shaft.
With Peter inserted fully inside her mouth, Jean gagging around his length, pulled him back until the tip was left inside her, and then she deep throated him with no issue as his cock was now coated completely in her saliva.
She moved like a pro, her mouth taking his cock with little to no effort now as she fucked her face on his cock.
She wish she had some lipstick on to make stains around his cock, to show that this cock utterly belonged to her now.
"Fuck." Peter hissed out as Jean took his cock in and out her mouth with precision, her cheeks hollowing around his length and her tongue making patterns up and down his shaft as she pleasured Peter.
She popped off Peter's cock, her hand taking over immediately as she rapidly jerked his shaft. The squelching noises overpowered the New York traffic which could be heard from outside.
"This cock is mine now baby." She moaned like a wanton whore, Green eyes staring into Peter's soul.
She brought all the saliva in her mouth forward and let it fall from her mouth and on to her small breasts.
"Fuck you're so hot." Peter said with a groan which had Jean's thighs subconsciously rubbing together at the noise of him.
Jean ducked her head under Peter's slick shaft, nose burying itself between his shaft and weighty testicles as she inhaled deeply, the sweaty smell invading her senses completely and leaving her with little to do but moan throatily.
The scent was locked in her mind forever, she was obsessed already, wanting nothing more than to bottle that scent up and wear it.
Jean pulled back once she had her fill of Peter's manly scent. She attached her lips round his cock once more.
Moving up and down his shaft, using her spittle which soaked his shaft, Jean had little resistance and she choked upon Peter's massive ten inch girthy cock.
Lustful slurps on his cock, she reached his base, moving her head side to side as his cock was lodged deep in the back of her throat, blocking all her airways.
Her eyes leaked tears as she looked up at Peter, his eyes looking at her with nothing but lust and a burning desire.
She looked at him through batted eyelashes before crossing her green eyes, making sure her lips marked his base to show she took his entire cock inside her mouth.
She pulled her head back till just the tip remained and then forcefully slammed it back to the base. She gagged and retched but it didn't stop her rhythm as she fucked her self on his massive cock.
She picked up quite the pace as he placed a hand upon her head, not hindering or helping her movements but just using her as something to hold onto.
Her small hands came around his body and gripped his perfect arse which was most perfect, something Jean had thought about a lot since she met Peter.
The lewd sounds coming from Jean's slutty mouth made Peter moan and groan. His cock when exposed to the warm air glistened from the work and effort in which Jean had serviced his cock like it was the finest thing on the planet.
Peter could feel his cock start pulsing more as he neared his peak, his breathing becoming more erratic and his eyes focusing less.
Her tongue expertly ran over his shaft, creating an overload of pleasure as she moved up and down his length. Her hands played with his weighty balls, his testicles were large and so full of white baby batter that should couldn't wait to feel inside her cunt and arse.
Peter, getting close to his release, gripped Jeans sweaty hair, palms digging into her wet hair on either side of her head, as he started to thrust his hips forward with precision. He looked down at her pale and teary face, her ginger bangs sticking to her forehead.
His movement, timed with Jean's own, caused his cock to bury itself deeper down her throat than either thought possible.
Her mind went blank as her airways were blocked. Peter's cock was like a well oiled piston as he took over, chasing his peak.
His newly acquired lover was just a passenger along for the ride. Peter face fucked her brutally knowing she could take it and her throat sore as she was being used like nothing more than a cock sleeve for her lover.
Still she wouldn't sit like an obedient whore and not try and help her stud reach his peak or at least close to his peak as she grinned internally.
Her cheeks hollowed at the perfect time, her lips would suck just as his mushroomed tip was all that remained. She swallowed, as best she could the fast leaking pre cum and saliva mixture but with Peter's brutal pace, she couldn't do much.
Most the large saliva strings were attached to Peter's pelvis, bridging out a large length when he pulled away from Jean's, then he'd slam back into her throat and the spittle would collect around her face.
The rest fell from the corner of her mouth and onto her pale body or the floor. Her small tits were covered, making her look nothing more than a cheap prostitute.
Peter's movements became more intense as he felt his end near. Jean could sense it too with how much his huge veiny cock throbbed.
Jean had an idea, she started to hum. The vibrations which she created sent him over the edge as he buried himself deep within.
"JEAN." Peter groaned out as his soul felt like it was being sucked through his cock.
Jean moaned happily as she felt Peter's cock throb violently and swell before his delicious baby batter was flooded down her throat. She swallowed it all happily.
She lost count how many ropes of his sticky seed was fired into her stomach, her body with the lack of air due to Peter's cock being buried down her throat started making her cough.
So much of his cum was inside her stomach that she started to cough it up, his delicious seed using her nostrils as an exit.
Finally he stopped, Jean moaning and sucking Peter's cock to ensure she got every last drop.
"So much." She moaned, popping his cock out her mouth, his glistening shaft still hard.
Her hand stroked his cock gently, "Superhuman indeed." She teased, standing up, going on her tiptoes and pulling Peter into a hot steamy kiss.
"You're amazing Jean." Peter gasped as they broke apart.
"Says you and your super cock." Jean said her hand gently gripping around his slick length.
She went on her tiptoes one more time, kissing Peter sensually before pressing her sweaty ginger bang's forehead against his forehead.
"Fuck me Peter." She whispered her green eyes darkened with lust.
She spun on a dime, bending over the kitchen counter, her arms bracing on the cold granite material. She looked back over her shoulder, her bottom lip being bit by her teeth as she swayed her small arse back and forth enticing Peter.
Peter moved like a man possessed, standing between her legs, he kicked them apart further as he ran his hands down her back, along her hour glass hips.
He ran his calloused palms across her arse, giving them a small squeeze making Jean moan and attempt to throw her arse back into Peter.
"Fuck me already will you, baby." Jean whined as Peter teased her soaked lips with his cock head, rubbing his tip up and down her folds.
When she was about to complain again, Peter struck. He inserted his cock inside her snug cunt, her folds stretching to accommodate his massive cock.
He powered through her, her walls stretching quickly to make sure Peter's huge shaft went deeper inside her body, deeper than anyone has ever went.
Peter was incredibly horny so once he fully bottomed out in Jean, he didn't give her much time to get use to it.
He started with a quick pace as his thrusts made her fall forward onto the desk. Her hands supported her upright as Peter slammed into her cunt with no remorse, their bodies coming together, her small arse clapping from Peter's effort.
"So fucking big!" Jean moaned, her head falling forward, sweat dripping down her body.
Jean tried her best to back her hips into Peter as he sunk into her to make sure his cock hit her depths inside as deep as possible. The timing was hard to follow as Jean's mind was clouded with pleasure.
His large cock was pounding against her womb like a battering ram. His slick shaft wanting to push past her womb and breed her.
"Ahh mmmph, fuck." She moaned as Peter's thrusts were relentless. The slapping of skin echoed around them as they met each other thrust for thrust.
Peter grunted at how her velvety walls would grip him tightly and how her lips would close around his cock head when he backed his hips out as if they never wanted to let him go.
"Such a good girl for me, taking my cock so well baby." Peter said with some effort as his thrusting didn't slow a second.
"Always will be." Jean moaned.
Jean was gripping his cock tightly with her cunt and begging him to thrust harder and faster, his cock being the only thing she ever wants on her mind.
Jean doesn't think she can ever live without this cock now, she needed it at-least three times a day.
Peter gripped the sides of Jean's hips, planted his feet so he wouldn't slip and his thrusts that came were ruthless. His cock was a blur as he harshly fucked her cunt with his throbbing veiny cock.
"FUCKKKK." Jean shouted out loudly as her mind went blank. Peter's cock was permanently altering her inside so only his large girth cock fit her cunt perfectly.
She was his now.
Jean felt like she was going to orgasm around Pete's pounding cock. His hips a blur as he slammed into her gushing cunt. The squelching sound from their coupling was deafening.
Her small pale arse cheeks clapped with every thrust he gave her. Some of her arse was starting to redden from the brutal thrusting Peter was giving her tight cunt.
He savoured the smell of lust and desire from her cunt and imprinted the sound of her arse singing for him to his mind.
"Cum for me baby girl." Peter said as his thrusts never relented.
"Oh gods, I'm cumming! PETER!" Jean screeched out in a high pitched tone of voice as her cunt squeezed Peter to the point he grunted and couldn't move completely inside her cunt.
Her velvety walls gripped and un-gripped and then finally she exploded her sweet nectar juices all over Peter's pelvis region as Jean orgasmed harder than ever before.
Her sweet juices leaked down her legs, mixing in with her sweat and Peter licked his lips thinking about licking her top to bottom.
She convulsed around his massive length, her insides too sensitive to even cope with the idea of his large throbbing member moving half an inch inside her.
Her eyes rolled into her skull and her toes curled almost painfully as she let the effects of her orgasm was over her. Peter slowly pulled out of her sensitive insides, rubbing her pale arse gently as her legs wobbled.
He scooped her up in his arms, bringing her to his desk which was still playing his cheesy rom-com. He sat on his comfy desk chair, Jean's shaky legs straddling either side of him.
Peter rubbed her skin sensually, pressing loving kisses onto her sweaty ginger hair. He waited for her to recover, so he just sat as she shook on-top of him.
Finally she came around, smiling at Peter sweetly as she brought him into a kiss.
"I'm going to get you to cum into my tight cunt and knock me up." She whispered into his ear making his body shiver.
Reaching underneath her body, she grabbed Peter's massive cock, wrapping her pale hand around his shaft, stroking it gently before she placed it under her cunt, rubbing his thick weeping cock head up and down before she slowly lowered herself onto his large veiny cock.
She groaned as she felt him pass her entrance, sliding between her slick folds, she felt herself get stretched immeasurably.
Sinking down his shaft, Jean quickly took in the surreal pleasure of her walls stretching past their limit.
Jean grit her teeth as she felt Peter push past her fertile womb, his cock head poking against it almost teasingly to show that he would be breeding her like she asked.
"Mmmh. I can't get enough of this cock." She moaned out her hand trailing down to her stomach, pressing against her sweaty skin and feeling his presence inside her, hard and still.
Jean bottomed out fully, pushing her hands against his muscular chest, she started to grind her hips in a circular motion which made his cock rub against all the ribbed spots inside her beautiful cunt.
"You're such a good girl." Peter groaned out as Jean worked his shaft expertly.
This was her now cock after all, it belonged to her and she needed to set the pace so Peter would come deep inside her.
She decided she'd changed up the pace to throw him off his game, grinding harshly against him while he was fully in before lifting herself up meaning he was half in her now, she'd swivel around his cock to make sure he felt it more.
The pale skinned mutant lifted up, leaving only Peter's thick cock head in her soaking wet cunt before she dropped her weight down on him. She moaned loudly as she felt her insides fill up with more cock than she knew what to do with it.
Her arse clapped loudly as she landed and her small breasts bounced gently. Her cunt squelched everytime she dropped her weight down his shaft.
She lifted her self up again and repeated the action as she started to ride her lover hard.
Peter leant forward and brought a pink nipple into his mouth. He suckled her hard nipple as she placed her right hand around the back of his head keeping him in place.
His hands reached around, slapped her pale arse cheeks until they had marks showing he had been there. Jean moaned loudly, enjoying the painful stinging sensation.
He grabbed a handful of her rear end, helping to assist her movements as if she needed help. Peter was gritting his teeth now as he could feel his body knowing he wasn't far from release.
He helped her bounce up and down his massive cock and had his lover moaning like a wild whore, her mind blank as her lover helped move her up and down his shaft like she was weightless. She was too him, the height difference and spider enhanced muscles assisting his efforts.
"FUCK. Mmmh." Jean moaned out in a trance like state. Her pleasure immense and unstoppable.
Her slick cunt was extremely sensitive from everything and her eyes rolled into the back of her skull as he hit a particular spot over and over inside her cunt again and again.
Peter's cock was throbbing wildly, the vein prominent in his cock and the large quantity of pre-cum leaked from his cock head inside her cunt.
She felt it and couldn't do anything to stop it, a passenger in her own body as she came loud and hard.
Her face fell into the crook of Peter's neck, her hands tight in his curls as he continued thrusting through her orgasm before a particular case of her walls tightening made him grunt.
He buried his cock deep inside, his thick warm cock firing out his seed into her womb trying to breed his ginger lover. She was still twitching above him, his seed leaking out as his cock slipped from her depths.
She loved it, Jean thought as his seed filled her insides. Loved being marked by him, claimed by his seed. She was addicted and she never wanted it to end.
"So good." She whispered, her breathing light as she was in another realm of existence while Peter just held her tightly, not wanting to let go of her, even though she wouldn't be going anywhere.
They stayed like that for awhile, Peter's cock softening inside her, his cum slowly leaking out and covering them both.
They cuddled on the chair, Jean wrapping her arms around Peter as he gently stroked her hair. The rom-com Peter had put on was showing the credits now and that's when he stood with a sleepy Jean in his arms.
"Come on darling, let's get cleaned up for bed." He whispered as she groaned from him moving her.
He slowly walked towards the bathroom, smiling to himself and Jean hugged her naked body tighter to Peter.
They settled in bed not soon after, Jean snuggling into the side of Peter, his hand playing with her ginger hair.
Jean pressed a gentle kiss against Peter's chest before falling asleep, snuggling up with the man that gave her a chance.
'You have me.' Those words floating around in her dream, the corner of her mouth raising a little in her sleep.