Spider Eats Wolverine update

Peter watched as Laura wrapped her lips around the tip of his prick. He eased his hips forward, pushing into her unresisting mouth until his pubic hair was tickling her nose. Then, holding onto her head, he rammed himself in and out of her throat. Laura gazed up at him, seeming neither offended nor particularly turned on—largely intrigued.

“Guess the X-Men don’t know how to handle you—not like I do,” Peter said, taking off his shirt. “That’s why you still need me to drop by.”

Laura pulled herself off his cock and licked his balls instead. “Don’t tease me. You know why I want your prick.”

“Because Professor X won’t complain if you fuck me to death?”

She sucked on his balls for a time, lashing them with her tongue to make them tender, then taking each between her lips in turn to deluge them with her slurping. Then she lapped at his cock, lavishing his knob with her tongue while she pumped her fist on the base of it. Within seconds, Peter’s cock was bigger and longer than ever.

“The X-Men see me as a person. Logan’s little girl,” Laura mumbled, as if she were talking to herself and not to Peter. “You just see me as a slut with my legs open. That’s how I like to be fucked.”

Peter didn’t say anything, simply grinned as he stared down at Laura slapping her tongue all over his erection. He loved the sight of her full red lips pressing up against his prick, bunching together, spreading apart, feeling his manhood in every way they could. And the look on her face as Laura did it… raw hunger. There was no other word for it.

Then she fucked him with her mouth. There was no other word for that either. She slid her lips over his thick member, clinging to his cock as it shook with lust. Her cheeks hollowed deeply as she sucked, then they swelled out as her nostrils flared. Peter found his hips dancing to her tune, rocking forward to drive himself to the hilt in her perfectly welcoming mouth, her gurgling throat taking him as deep as he could go.

He thrust his cock into her mouth a dozen times, her head pinned to the coffee table to brace herself. Then he pulled back, taking his cock out of her sucking lips. His hips rolled again—he drove his thick shaft along her face. Smearing her own saliva over her features to show her how rapturously she’d sucked him. His scrotum dragged over her mouth and she kissed it, trying to cajole him back between her lips. He pulled back instead. His cockhead tracing down the other side of her nose and the other end of her lips.

“Fuck me now,” Laura groaned. “I need that big cock inside me, not teasing me. Ram it into my cunt. Use me like the whore you know I am.”

He moved downward, drawing his cock away from her flushed face, leaving her lips tingling and empty. But Peter didn’t go between her legs. He moved his erection to her cleavage, pushing it between her breasts. Then, with his hands on her tits, he crushed them into warm pressure around his prick. His hips thrust forward, fucking her cleavage, making it shake with the force of his strokes.

Laura put her hands over his, helping him to make a cocksleeve of her breasts, turning them into something for him to fuck. His rutting prick was nearly trapped by how her tits pressed together. Laura lowered her chin to her chest and opened her mouth. When his cockhead broke through her cleavage, she reached out with her tongue and lapped at the tip of his prick.

Her breasts were distorted by his clenching fingers. Her left nipple was turned inward, being rubbed by his shaft as he thrust it between her breasts. He pumped back and forth, jiggling her cleavage. His cockhead dribbled clear precum for her lapping tongue.

“Fuck my pussy now!” Laura pleased. “Please, Peter, I need you inside me! I need your hard cock!”

Peter went right on fucking her breasts as though not hearing her. Then, with one last jerk between her tits, he pulled his cock away. It snapped up against his stomach, a big angry weapon. Her breasts burned with the heat it had left on them.

Peter rolled Laura onto her stomach, then forced her hands behind her back and secured them with a quick burst of webbing. “That should make you comfortable,” he quipped. “I’d hate for you to get excited and give my place an adamantium refurbishing.”

Laura growled with impatience, aware this bondage made it even easier for him to neglect her, but also knowing it brought her one step closer to being his. “Fine. Fine! Just fuck me!”

Peter spread her thighs and pushed in close behind her, nuzzling his manhood into the valley between her pert buttocks. Laura groaned, feeling the heat of his erection so close to her opening, able to bask in it but not quite touch it.

“Want me to fuck that little ass of yours?” Peter asked her solicitously, rubbing his knob over her delicate little anus. “How about it, Laura? Should I go in the backdoor or the front?”

“Just fuck me,” Laura gasped, momentarily resenting him and herself for being so weak. She hated the power he had over her, but at the same time, she loved how it made her feel. She used one foot to play with him, rubbing it against his calf. “I want to feel your hard cock inside me—I don’t care where.”

“Shhh,” Peter cooed at her, spreading her buttocks, opening her tiny puckered asshole. “Just making sure you needed it.”

Laura groaned as he nuzzled his cockhead into her sphincter, just starting to spread the tender flesh. “I always need it,” she murmured.

All Peter could feel was her tightness, her warmth, opening up, beginning to embrace his hard-on. “Mmmm—gonna fuck you right there,” he panted, his muscles taut with excitement.

Laura felt the throbbing of his erection against her asshole, parting it, pushing into her. She cried out in delicious hurt, instinctively struggling with her bound hands. The harder she flexed, the more the webbing burnt her flesh, just like his prick was doing to her anus. Yet, any sensation was better than all the waiting.

“Hurry!” Laura cried. “I want it! I need it! Fuck me full of your cum already!”

“Here it comes,” Peter said soothingly, guiding himself into Laura with one hand on his cock, while the other held onto her bound wrists—making sure she didn’t go anywhere no matter how much he impaled her.

Soon, her opening was gulping at his cockhead, pulling at his shaft. Peter fell forward, punching far more of his prick into her defeated opening. Laura cried out, yet also gurgled with pleasure, just like Peter was both sodomizing her and tenderly kissing the back of her neck.

“Holy fuck, baby Wolverine,” he groaned. “How’s that for doggy style?”

Laura’s eyes rolled back in her head. The fiery sensation of being penetrated was almost unbearable, but the jolts of ecstasy she felt through the pain were incredible, more than worth it. She writhed beneath him, all rational thought gone. Nothing mattered but instinct, the urge to be his mate and take his cock. And she loved it. Laura loved the way he fucked her.