Peter couldn’t say no. There was just no way. He went to her and the moment he was within reach, Felicia hungrily pulled him to her body. He felt her breasts pillow against the twin slabs of his pectoral muscles. The hard little points of her nipples spiked into his chest. Peter didn’t care. His mouth was kissing hers now, tongue pressing into tongue, battling each other in an attempt to keep up with how their pulses raced.

Felicia felt a hot star of desire deep inside her, shining its light on the inside of her the longer she felt Peter’s touch. She moved closer to her lover and rubbed lewdly against him, her thighs open to catch one of his legs. Moving up and down, she rubbed her womanhood against his muscular thigh. Sighing. Moving faster. It was what she wanted, but what she needed was to have his prick inside of her, plunging all the way to her womb. She had to get it or she’d go mad!

Felicia giggled delightedly, now jumping up and opening her legs to wrap them around Peter’s waist. She hugged his neck with feverish tightness, rubbing her breasts into his chest in encouragement while he unzipped his fly, pulled himself free, and angled his cock up for her to settle onto.

Felicia felt its tip brush against her, stiff and throbbing with lascivious power. She felt a happily chilling pang of knowledge that she would end up well-fucked… so cock-drunk by the end of this that she’d forget all about their little spat. Almost.

Peter let her down slowly, slipping her over his upthrust dick until there was nothing left for her to take. Felicia moaned, mouth agape, eyes wide with shock. Even now, it surprised her how big Peter was–how much he fucked her when he fucked her. And Peter was anything but blasé. His heart pounded, his lungs panting, caught up in the sheer excitement of being so intimate with her up here, in the open, where anyone could see.

With his hands on her toned ass, supporting her, Peter turned and walked back to the roof access. Every step fucked Felicia deliciously, her body swaying and pumping in little convulsions of enjoyment, while Peter carried her on strong legs, a pillar she was wrapped around. He moved easily with her weight added to his, carrying her like a doll.

And though he walked slowly, careful not to move in such a way that his big cock would cause her pain, Felicia happily fucked herself on him. Plying his body with her own like a lapdancer, jabbing hard onto his erection and raking every swollen inch of it with her tightness. She loved having him inside her–squealing in joy and kicking her legs out in a wide vee past his midsection. With his strength, Peter hardly needed the added support of her being vined around him. But in her pleasure, Felicia soon clamped her legs tightly behind his back, squeezing their bodies together until it felt like his endowment was going even deeper into her wet cunt.

“Give it to me!” she whined hotly into his ear. “This is what I want… wanna be fucked to death by that big dick…”

“Keep it down,” Peter hissed back to her.

“Can’t… can’t… need to come… I can’t be quiet when I NEE–“

Peter jammed her against the wall and gave her what she had to have. He pumped into her cunt as hard as she could take and Felicia reciprocated joyously. Getting fucked like an animal and fucking like an animal. She began to cry out, but Peter covered her mouth with his hand–and the only noises he made were the groans that slipped past his clenched teeth.

So the only noise they were really making was the wet impact of his fat cock splitting her cuntlips aside.

Felicia took him slamming into her. She clawed her nails down his back, not caring if she shredded his skin, but knowing his enhanced toughness wouldn’t let her penetrate with anything short of a scalpel. With all his strength, all his stamina, he really was the perfect man. No wonder he had both her and Mary Jane eating out of his palm.

Of course, it still hurt, but Peter was used to pain too. He fucked her harder. That hurt Felicia as well, but if he really wanted to punish her, he’d stop. And he didn’t.

Until he did.

With one last thrust that pounded Felicia so hard against the wall that her body stung, he froze, holding himself inside her. Felicia gasped, her inner walls roiling, unable to believe the thrum of arousal going through his cock at that moment. Even motionless, it felt like a high-voltage wire, like a railroad spike shaking violently as the train rushed overhead.

And Felicia entirely wrapped around it, Peter savored her. Stopping with her on the cusp of orgasm to run his hand over her body, sampling her ample curves by touch until he was down at her sweeping hips, her opulent buttocks, sinking his fingers into the roundness of her ass to get a handful of pure sin.

He was relishing her, delighting in his ownership of her, and as much as it frustrated Felicia to be so tauntingly stopped right when she was poised to come, the look of loving mastery on Peter’s face was exactly what she’d wanted to see under his mask so many times in the past. She’d actually once been afraid to have her Spider unmask, for fear that his expression in this moment of ultimate intimacy wouldn’t live up to her hopes. But here they were.

He was smug, cocky with knowledge of how sure his hold was on her, and willing to once more bring her to climax. But not too willing.

“What are you waiting for?” Felicia whined into his gagging hand.

“To get my fill of how needy you look right when you’re about to come. It really is a work of art. You can see how I’d want to take a few minutes to really enjoy it. But if you’re so set on coming, all you have to do is ask… nicely.”

A. Felicia begs.

B. Felicia doesn’t beg.