The Anticipation of Expectation

Peter didn’t like being away from Mary Jane, but coming home was always worth it. Especially this time. Half an hour after getting off the Quinjet, he opened the door to their apartment to find Mary Jane waiting for him. She wore nothing at all. Her body was absolute perfection, completely irresistible, but all she needed was the look in her eyes.

“You know how we talked about having kids? Said we’d think about it? Well, I’m done thinking. Come on, Parker. I’ll do the hard part.”

Peter barely remembered to close the door, much less lock it. He didn’t wait to get her to the bed when the floor would do, and he didn’t take off any of his clothes, just drew his zipper down. Mary Jane lay down beneath him and Peter lifted her legs, pushing her knees up to her breasts so his shoulders would settle against the backs of her thighs, holding them in place. Then, taking his cock with both hands, he moved it to her sex. His glans touched the lips of her pussy. Mary Jane cooed up to him.

“No birth control. No condom. For the first time ever, you’ve got me with nothing in the way.” Mary Jane smiled at him, the sheer sensuality in her curving lips showing him she found the prospect as arousing as he did. “Think you can get the job done on the first try, tiger?”

“Absolutely,” Peter retorted. “But I still plan on taking a few victory laps.”

“Then breed me, tiger. I’m ready to be a mommy. I’m ready for you to be daddy. Take this cunt. Come all over it. Put your child inside me.”

“Jesus Christ, MJ,” Peter gasped. “You must want twins.”

He rubbed his cockhead against her wet pussy, enjoying her gushing lubrication as much as her heated words. It was all to prepare herself for the stretching impalement of his stiff prick. That would hurt at first, his manhood almost too big for her tiight sex, but she’d quickly accommodate him. Mary Jane always seemed the most aroused as the pain of welcoming his return inside her gave way to pure pleasure; the moment when her body was the most his that it could possibly be.

And Peter pushed himself inside her, but slowly, wanting to savor the cunt he was about to lay claim to. Mary Jane moaned as his cockhead slipped inside her. She reached down to his throbbing shaft, caressing it while it slid into her hot cunt. She looked up to meet Peter’s gaze, letting him see her eyes roll back as his lengthy erection went deeper and deeper into her, all of it being sheathed inside her parted cunt lips.

“Fuck me good!” Mary Jane keened, her voice already cut with pain, then glazing over with the pleasure she felt as he hilted himself inside her, a moan that sounded particularly dirty to Peter, even given what they were doing.

“I always fuck you good,” Peter retorted, his own voice thick. “This time I’m going to make you come your brains out. I’m going to get you off until you can’t take anymore. If we’re going to make a baby tonight, you’re damn well going to remember it for the rest of your life.”

Hearing his words, Peter felt Mary Jane tighten around him. “Oh shit, tiger, I’m fucking—you know I’m fucking—it’s that time.”

Peter grinned fiercely. It amused him hearing Mary Jane dancing around the fact that she was ovulating, probably not considering it a particularly sexy word at the moment. But there was very little about Mary Jane he didn’t find sexy; her being about to bear his child was all the way at the other end of the spectrum.

He lifted his hips until his purple knob was just parting her folds, but he damn sure wasn’t leaving before she was his. He dropped his hips. It was a strain to hold back, to keep his supreme strength to what he knew Mary Jane would enjoy as he rammed his prick home.

“Fuck! Peter! Fuck!” Mary Jane’s eyes rolled frantically under their closed lids. She was coming, her clenching inner muscles massaging his erection. Peter still wasn’t about to stop. Whereas normally he’d give her some time to recover, now he wanted to see just how many orgasms that magnificent body was capable of. Only the best for the future mother of his child.

“I’m going to pump you so full of cum,” Peter whispered, and Mary Jane seemed to climax in sheer agreement.

“Uh-huh, uh-huh, uhuhh, uhuhu…”

It was a good thing she seemed to have a breeding kink, because Peter definitely wanted more than one kid.