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Love your writing omg, can you pls pls write one where y/n has never had an orgasm before and is really innocent so her best friend Peter (who’s kinda dominant) helps her by going down and fingering her??

Is This What Heaven Feels Like?

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: unprotected sex, praising, degrading, fingering, oral sex (reading receiving), swearing, etc

Summary: Your best friend, Peter is shocked to hear that you've never had an orgasm before. So in return, he offers to give you your first.

Notes: Peter Parker x Female Reader

All characters in this story are 18+

I know. 6 months since I've uploaded something, but here's another toe-curling smut for you <3 also thanks for all love I've been receiving even though I've been gone. Enjoy.

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“Which one is this for?” You asked, holding the foreign Lego piece, not knowing where to place it.

“Oh! That’s the last piece I was looking for. Put that on the top, right here.” He pointed to the arch of the plastic building, indicating where to put it.

You leaned over, carefully moving forward to gently connect the Lego pieces.

“There! Voila!” You cheered, impressed that you finished about a quarter of your Hogwarts Lego project with Peter.

“Great, Y/N! Now we have about… 1,500 more pieces to go!”

You took a deep breath, already tired of how long you guys have been building this. You took a look outside, the sky was painted with deep rose and tangerine, slight hints of indigo parading the ends of the horizon.

“Pete, let’s take a break. I’m hungry.” You stood up, making your way towards his kitchen.

“Uh, sure. What do you wanna eat? I have…” he followed you before opening his fridge, checking to see what he had in store, “Well, I um… I don’t really have much. May hasn’t gone shopping yet.”

“What about pizza?” You proposed.

“I have pizza dough. You wanna make it ourselves?”

“Make pizza with you? The last time you were in charge of cooking, the fire department showed up not even an hour later.”

“Hey! That was one time like forever ago!”

“That happened last week, Peter.”

He narrowed his eyes at you, huffing. You giggled.

“Look, it’ll be fun! Us two, cooking, creating something homemade. Come on.” Those big brown eyes of his practically begged you with just the bat of an eyelash.

You gazed at him, a smile creeping up your face.

“Fine. But I’m in charge of oven duty, not you.”

Afterward, you two started your cooking adventure. Having Peter even be in the kitchen was already a fire hazard, so you took on most of the work, letting him do the easy parts.

You watched intently as he rolled out the pizza dough, a pretty smile on his face as he enjoyed the activity.

You couldn’t help but get lost in the minuscule act, something so small doing so much to your heart. You felt pure infatuation run through your veins, your eyes practically twinkling as you watched the person you loved most.

You knew crushing on your best friend would have you end up in a ditch, a hole deep and wide enough to keep you from crawling out, a dark abyss that held all your pent-up feelings. Emotions that pricked you each time you saw Peter’s heart-wrenching smile.

You didn’t know if he liked you back, you wondered if it was even a possibility, hoped there was a small part of him that felt the same way you did.

You’ve known him forever, he’s been your sidekick since you could remember. Even when you found out that he was Spiderman, you still stuck with him through thick and thin, never leaving his side.

You never thought your relationship would turn up the way it has, but now you are stuck. Adhered to this impending adoration you hold for Peter fucking Parker.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t even realize when Peter tried to catch your attention.

“Earth to Y/N? You alright?” He looked concerned, slight fear on his face.

“What?”

“Why do you have that look on your face?”

“Huh? What look?”

He gazed at you, studying your features, eyes marked to your chest,

“Nothing. Um, I’m done with the dough. I already put the sauce on it.”

You took a deep breath, reaching over the kitchen island to grab the sliced cheese.

“Here, put the mozzarella on it.”

When the pizza was prepared, you took the pan and placed it inside the oven, setting it.

“Okay, we just gotta wait a little while, and then it’s done.” You announced.

“Alright. So… what do you wanna do?” Peter leaned against the counter, looking down at you. His stance sent strange chills down your spine, you gulped, trying to get your conscience together.

“I- I dunno. What do you wanna do?”

“Wanna watch a movie?”

“If you say Star-“

“Star Wars. There are new episodes of the man-“

“No, Peter. I’m not watching that shit again.”

“Why not?! You made me sit through five Twilight movies!”

“Don’t act like you're not on team Edward!”

“I’m team, Alice!”

You gazed at him, a grin staining your lips before you rolled your eyes, letting out a laugh. He couldn’t help but laugh at himself, the two of you cackling together.

“Okay, alright, we don’t need to watch Star Wars again. For your sake.” He put his hand on your arm, squeezing it.

You gazed up at him, your cheeks suddenly heating up.

“Uh… let’s just talk, until the pizza is done.”

He nodded his head, walking back to the living room to grab a seat on the couch.

You sat next to him, keeping a safe enough distance from him, for your sake, and your panties, of course.

“So, Y/N. Tell me something about yourself.”

You grinned,

“You know everything about me, Pete. You’ve known me forever.”

“Yeah, but people still hold secrets. Tell me one of yours.”

You kept your eyes on him, crossing your arms.

I’m in love with you.

“You first, Parker.”

“Hm… well, this secret is one of my worst. Truly horrific.” You tilted your head at him, “I’m… I’m a Leo man.” He confessed, putting his head into his hands as if he was terrified at what he just shared.

You gasped in mock offense,

“Leo?! Oh god, no!” You wailed, covering your eyes.

He laughed, shaking his head,

“I know… I know, It’s my biggest character flaw.”

You giggled,

“My biggest character flaw is not being able to have an orgasm.” You admitted, sharing a personal confession with Peter.

His brows knit together, his gaze shifting.

“What do you mean?”

“Well… I’ve only had sex once, and the guy didn’t make me finish. And I’ve you know… experimented with myself before, but I’ve never really had that big O every woman talks about. I’m kinda… embarrassed. I feel like there’s something wrong with me, you know? Guys can get off so easily, but then when it comes to women who are inexperienced and who don’t know much about their bodies, it’s a whole other situation.”

Peter listened intently, showing care in what you had to say.

“So, you’ve never had a real orgasm?” He gently asked.

“Not really. I mean, not the kind of penetration.”

He kept his eyes on you, analyzing your body language.

You felt the invisible tension between you two wrap around your neck, practically suffocating you with your vulnerability. You felt your heart race, wanting to change the subject.

“Anyway, uh… I um, I think the pizza is ready.” You hastily stood up, making your way towards the kitchen.

“It's not ready yet, but it smells good.” You say, inhaling the mouth-watering scent that’s filled the room.

You felt Peter creep behind you, placing a careful hand on your waist. You didn’t jump at his touch, instead, you melted, leaning towards him.

“Y/N… you haven’t had an orgasm yet?” His tone held genuine concern as if he really cared about your situation.

“It’s- it’s nothing, Peter. You shouldn’t-“

“Can I… can I show you how it feels?”

You were nearly thrown back, almost dumbfounded at his words.

“W-what?”

“I’m a firm believer that every woman should be able to have a good orgasm every once in a while. You are such a hard worker, Y/N. You put in so much care and effort into your everyday life and into the people you love and… and I just can’t see how you haven’t blown up with all that stress you must have.” You were completely starstruck by Peter at the moment, you thought your feet had molded into the floor, “Let me… let me take care of you. Show you how good it feels to finally let go, and have that earth-shattering orgasm you’ve been waiting for.”

You stood staring at him, unable to open your mouth. Had he just said what you thought he did? Propose an offer that would completely change your life.

“Peter, you- you don’t need to do that for me. I know you care about me and all, but it’s not your responsibility.”

“I know, but this feels like it is. I want you to have this experience, to step into a new path in your life.”

You gazed into his honeyed orbs, contemplating the idea.

This would be a whole new venture for you, a life-altering experience that you’ve been dying for. Denying the offer seemed like a foolish choice.

“…It’s okay if you don’t-“

“I want to. I want to experience it.”

He blinked,

“Are you sure? Like one hundred percent positive?”

“You're right, Peter. I need to experience this, I need to let go for once.”

His eyes never left yours as a smile stained his lips.

“So, we’re doing this? We’re really doing it?” He questioned, leaning closer to you. His chestnut orbs sparkled with underlying excitement, as did yours.

“We’re really doing it.”

As soon as Peter peeled off your sticky panties, your mind started to ramble.

Has Peter done this before? If so, how come he hasn’t told me? Does he like me too? He wouldn’t do this just as a friendly gesture, would he? How does this affect our relationship from now on? Is he—

“Hey… hey, you're alright. I’m here, Angel.” The nickname slipped out his lips so smoothly, so perfectly, it nearly stopped your heart.

He was so gentle with you, rubbing your thighs carefully, whispering soft affirmations to soothe you, treating you like something so fragile, a thin layer of glass.

“Are you sure you wanna keep going?” You felt your heart thump throughout your body as you looked down at him, his face inches away from your velvety folds.

“I mean- my pussy is already in your face so…” he chuckled, his warm laugh calming you.

“Alright… if I’m hurting you or anything, please speak up. Don’t be afraid to talk to me.”

“I will don’t worry.”

He took one more look at you before his thumb trailed to your throbbing clit, drawing slight circles around it. The instant shock had your head thrown back, soft moans escaping your lips.

“Shit… you're already soaked. Did I do this to you?” He continued his movements, playing with you like a guitar, pulling each string with pure delicacy, with one prominent goal in mind. You whimpered, breath heavy.

“Tell me, Angel. Who did this to you?”

Suddenly, his finger sunk inside you, almost too easy. You let out a roar, chest rising and falling as your gaze narrowed to the curly-haired boy between your legs.

“You! You did, Peter! All you!” The pleasure was overwhelming, you felt your entire body heat up, your mind spinning.

His fingers curled inside you, hitting that sweet spot of yours. You gasped, gripping onto his bed sheets as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“Good girl… such a sweet girl. You like that?” He praises, fingers digging deeper. You can’t help but continue to moan, eyes closed as you take in how fucking amazing this feels. Suddenly, you feel Peter’s hand slap your throbbing clit. You yelp, looking back at him.

“Eyes down here, baby. Look at me while I make you come.” His sugared demands came as a surprise to you.

Never have you seen Peter in this light before. It makes you feel a type of way, an instant feeling of desire. All you wanted was him. All of him. Every single inch of his cock just buried inside you.

“Peter! Oh- oh fucking god!” You felt something burn within you, complete ecstasy running through your veins as Peter’s thick fingers continued to destroy you.

“Talk to me, princess. Tell me what you want.” Your eyes practically burned into one another, Peter’s chestnut orbs were filled with lust. You wished he could always look at you like this.

“I want- shit, I want to come. Please, please let me come. I’m begging you!” He smiles, diving into you as his hot tongue starts to draw circles around your little bundle of nerves. Harsh moans escape your lips, your legs starting to shake.

It was as if his lips were a work of magic, moving them in such an inconceivable rhythm that you thought your mind was going to explode. With how he was devouring your soaked pussy and playing with that honeyed spot within you, it felt like you finally reached nirvana.

Is this what heaven feels like?

“Such a sweet pussy,” he groans, fingers hooked inside you,

“God, you taste so fucking good. I could eat this pussy all night. Shit. Why didn’t you let me fuck you sooner?” He dives back into his succulent meal.

You couldn’t answer him as crying out your moans was the only thing you could do. You started to wonder if this was really happening. Was Peter about to give you your first orgasm?

You even realize that he’s been humping the mattress this whole time, fucking out his throbbing boner.

“God! Peter! I’m gonna- I’m gonna come!” Your chest thumps rigorously, all your nerves start to light a fuse inside you. You start to feel lightheaded, bliss starting to kick in as Peter continues to play with your body like his own goddamn toy. “I’m- I’m gonna-“

Suddenly, he stops. You quickly look at him, all your limbs trembling as you whine.

“Why- why did you-“

“All this time I’ve been waiting, just fucking dreaming about this Y/N.

Now that I’ve got you, I’ll never let you go. I want- no, I need to feel you wrapped around my cock. I gotta make a mess inside you if you’ll let me. I’ll promise to make you cum on my cock for all eternity if you do.”

You stared at him, completely dumbfounded. You needed at least three to five business days to process what he just said.

“Please, Y/N. I’m begging you.”

You laid still, those glossy orbs of yours stuck to the man before you.

“If you don’t want that it’s alright, I’ll just—“ his ramblings were cut short as your lips connected to his, kissing him with such passion that tiny whimpers escaped Peter. You gripped onto his curls, pulling him into you.

“Shut up and fuck the living shit outta me.”

To say that Peter’s cock was big was an understatement. You’ve never seen something so beautiful. It was thick, long, veiny, and absolutely angelic.

“Holy shit.” You blurt, eyes locked onto his leaking tip.

“What? Is it too big? Or too—“

“No- Peter. Your dick is so… wow.”

“Really? Do you think so? I always thought it was—“ You shut him up again with your puffy lips, you couldn’t wait any longer to have him deep inside you.

“I don’t want you to go easy on me. Just fuck me like there’s no tomorrow, baby. I need you.” You plead before ripping off your top, your breasts falling in front of him. His chocolate orbs immediately stared at them.

“Can I suck on them?” He asks softly, his hand grasping onto your pebbled nipple. You nod your head, biting your lip in anticipation.

He lays you back down onto his sheets, his pink lips immediately attaching to your chest. You whine with pleasure, his hand reaching down to your abused clit to play with it again.

His candied kisses mark your body with much love as if he’s branding you.

Never have you felt this euphoric.

You feel his cock brush over your cunt, as if he was asking permission to completely indulge inside you.

“You have my word, Petey. Please let me feel you.”

His pupils widen before he catches a kiss on your lips. As your tongues dance together, his large length slips inside you, stretching you out with blazing felicity. You both moan in desire, wanting more.

His thrusts increase as he brings your knees up to his chest, completely fucking you insane like how you begged him to.

The bed bangs against the wall as he pounds his cock within you, your cries filling the room.

“Oh! Just like that! Fuck, Peter!”

“You feel so fucking good. My god… such a tight pussy. Jesus Christ— I could cum already.” He groans, kissing you. You whine against his lips, arms wrapping around his back to pull him deeper.

“You fucking slut. You love my cock, don’t you? Can’t get enough?”

“Never! Oh, my fucking—“ you didn’t think he could sink any further, but when his cock hit your cervix, you completely lost your mind.

You could feel him throb within you, your walls gripping onto him for dear life, never wanting to let him go.

Harsh claps ran around his bedroom, you were definitely gonna feel the aches in the morning.

Peter was right, why didn’t you let him fuck you sooner? His cock was addictive, this was a feeling you could never get over.

You started to go numb as he pounded you senseless, utter babbles were all you could make out.

“Already cock-drunk, baby? That dumb brain of yours can’t handle my pretty cock? Huh?” He teased.

You honestly didn’t even know what he said. All you could feel was that huge cock inside you just absolutely tearing you up from the inside, and out.

You felt that burning feeling again, soon realizing that you were gonna make a mess on him.

“Gonna let me feel you? Come on, Angel. Let me feel you.”

Suddenly, it happened.

Your back brutally arched as all your muscles tightened, your intense orgasm raging throughout your body. You screamed Peter’s name like a damn prayer, trembling harshly as your cunt gripped Peter’s cock with all its glory. It was unlike anything else you’ve ever endured. Staining his thick length with your saccharine cum is what enlightenment must feel like.

Peter soon cried with triumph as he finished inside you, painting your walls with his delicate seed.

As the high died down, you couldn’t help but feel fulfilled. A smile pricked your lips as you started to laugh, euphoria clouding your head. Peter looked over as you were giggling like a maniac. He too busted out chuckling as it was contagious.

“Why- why are you laughing?”

“Because… because that was the best sex I’ve ever had! I feel so… so fucking happy.” You confessed, a huge grin attached to your lips.

Peter blushes, softly laughing before catching a much-needed kiss on your lips. His kiss was filled with tenderness, sweet love fusing between you.

Suddenly, a burning smell pricks your nose.

“Peter,” you try to break the kiss but he doesn’t stop, wanting to caress you forever, “…Peter— what’s that smell?”

“Huh? What… oh shit. The pizza!” He jumps out of bed, running butt-naked towards his kitchen.

You sigh as you shake your head.

“Call the fucking fire department again!”

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Aight y’all, due to popular demand, I’m posting the fanfic here. Enjoy.

READER IS FEMALE

-In this episode, you are having dinner at the Aftons' house (spaghetti, to be exact) when a heated argument sparks up between William and Michael. Mike is 17 in this story.-

I swirled my fork through the sauce-covered noodles. Normally, I loved spaghetti, but for some reason, I wasn't enjoying it. Maybe it was the rainy weather or the fact that there wasn't any parmesan to put on it, but it just didn't feel the same.

Michael sat across from me. He didn't seem to be enjoying it much either.

It felt as if there was a hazy fog of glum-and-blah hanging over the Afton family table tonight. Nobody was talking to anyone else, and making no efforts whatsoever to do so.

After what seemed like hours (though in reality, it was 10 minutes), William spoke up.

"Michael, the next time you're fucking your girlfriend, do it where people can't hear it."

Michael choked on his spaghetti, spitting it across the table into my food.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. The last time you did it, you woke up the fucking neighbors. They called the cops on you because they thought some girl was getting murdered over here."

That made me turn a deep red. I mean, I know I'm loud, but holy shit...the neighbors called the police.

"M-Mr Afton I'm so sorry. It won't happen again. I promise," I said. Michael looked like he was ready to die of embarrassment any second. "Are you crazy? Dad, you have no business intruding on our sex life. Especially at the dinner table. We're trying to eat here."

William looked at Michael sternly. "I will do as I please. I am your father. Show me some respect. I do not need the neighbors hearing you rail that poor girl again. She sounded like she was getting stabbed. I should know."

Michael was so pissed off at this point. "I will not be showing ANY respect towards you WHATSOEVER. I am done with this shit. You wonder why you can't keep a woman? This is why. You fucking traumatize them. Good. Fucking. Night."

With that, Michael stormed outside. I was in tears at this point. I quickly cleared our dishes, thanked William for dinner (even if he was an asshole), grabbed my jacket, and started outside after Michael.

When I got outside, Michael was starting his car. I didn't wanna be left behind in the rain, so I dashed down the front walk, opened the door, and plopped down in the passenger seat. As soon as I was in the car, he took no time to throw it in reverse and floor it out of the driveway.

"Where are we going?"

"Somewhere."

With that, he stepped on the gas. The engine roared, sending us down the long, lonely highway at 85 miles an hour. The rain was coming down in sheets by now, soaking the asphalt beyond plausible.

"Michael, slow down, we're going to hydroplane."

"No."

"Please? I don't want to die because of some stupid comment your father made."

"No. Don't tell me what to do. This is my car."

"Please!"

Michael suddenly slammed on the brakes so violently that I flew forward, smashing my head into the glovebox. Amid all this anger, I had forgotten to put my seatbelt on, and now I was gonna pay the price with a massive migraine in about 5 minutes. Oh well. At least it wasn't the windshield my head went through. I looked up to see why he had stopped so abruptly when he suddenly grabbed my shirt.

"I will drive however the FUCK I want, this is my car."

This shirt-grabbing action along with Michael's harsh words quickly made my eyes sting with tears.

"Michael, I-"

I was immediately cut short by Michael's lips smashing into mine. My breath was taken away by the sudden fierce kiss. We stayed lip-locked like this for a couple moments, before he pulled away and said,

"If you know what's good for you, you'll be quiet, doll."

I was at a loss for words. I barely had time to pick my thoughts up off the ground before he started driving again.

"If I'm not allowed to speak, at least tell me where we're going."

"Fine. My dad wanted us to be quiet when we fucked, so I'm bringing you somewhere that you won't even wake the ants if you tried."

"But it's raining..."

"I never said we would be leaving the car."

"Oh."

I turned back, looking out the window. The night sky was filled with flashes of lightning and the occasional crash of thunder. You know, for the intense mood in the air, the rain sure was calming. Almost too calming. Soon, my eyelids started to get heavy. I'm not quite sure when I fell asleep, or how (Michael was blasting AC/DC. It's his angry music.).

I was awoken by a particularly loud clap of thunder. Dammit. How long had I been out? I turned to look at Michael for clarification.

"How long was I sleeping?"

"Too long. We're here."

I unbuckled my seatbelt in preparation for leaving the car. The rain had stopped while I was sleeping, and I was sick of being stuck in the car.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Outside? The rain stopped, dumbass."

"I said we'd be in the car, didn't I?" Michael snapped.

Oh.

As much as I wanted to get out of the car, the almost choking sexual tension was building up. We both could see that.

Also, as much as I hate to admit it, I'm a whore for Michael's dominant words.

"Backseat. Now."

I climbed into the backseat and laid down, Michael following close behind. He sat atop me

"Your clothes. Make them disappear."

Those words. Oh, those words. I had been waiting all night to hear them. But like the bitch I am, I decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. After all, he had made me cry twice. I wanted to wait just a little longer before he made me cry for the third time.

"You do it. I'm not a wizard."

If Michael's eyes weren't completely filled with lustful anger, they were now. It was like I was looking at a completely different person.

"You heard me. If you want these clothes gone, you do it."

Michael smirks, the kind of shit-eating grin you would see on his father's face.

Oh I fucked up.

In one last attempt to piss him off (as if I wasn't stupid enough already), I quickly spat out:

"What's wrong? You scared or someth-"

I was cut short by Michael's knee jabbing into my groin. I whimpered, not expecting the sudden movement.

He leaned down, still grinding his knee, and whispered, his hot breath on my ear, "Don't you ever do that to me again. Do you understand?"

I managed to get one meager whine out in response.

Michael presses against me, pinning me to the seat, all the while continuing to roll his knee between my legs. His mouth makes its way onto mine. It's a harsh, fiery kiss, fueled by lust and pure anger.

He pulls his mouth off mine with a loud 'pop', sitting up to meet my eyes.

"Now you listen here, you're going to do EXACTLY as I say."

I nod, fearing what will happen if I don't.

"Take off your clothes. All of them. Now."

I hastily remove every last piece of clothing. When I get to my underwear, I hesitate, taking extra time to peel off the sopping wet fabric.

"Goddamn.." Mike muttered before leaning down to plant kisses on my neck.

The kisses soon turned into hickeys and the hickeys into little love bites all over the nape of my neck. I moaned, digging my nails into his back. Holy shit. He hadn't even touched me yet and I had already marked up his back.

"Thought you were-" he mumbles against my neck, interrupting himself to kiss it a little more. "-so tough now, weren't you?"

My only response is to squirm and writhe underneath him while he pins me down.

"Always trying to make me mad."

He takes one finger and brushes it against my pussy, feather-light, and then slowly drags it through the almost embarrassing amount of slick that had gathered there.

"All this from just my mouth?" He says, just barely brushing against my clit.

I moan and buck my hips, his fingers just barely catching on my entrance.

"Oho no, you don't get to do that just yet. You didn't listen."

Michael takes his other hand and brings it to my chest, squeezing my breasts and fondling my nipples.

Oh, it felt amazing.

"Please give me more. I need it." My words were dripping with pleasure, to the point where it wasn't a request anymore - it was a necessity.

"You gonna listen this time?" Michael focused his finger on my clit, circling it so slowly that it was almost painful.

I throw my head back in response, arching my back so hard I thought I had snapped my spine.

"Good."

The throbbing warmth that was building in my stomach was unbearable and mind-numbing. Michael, sensing I was about to orgasm, went faster. Suddenly, it all came crashing down at once. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I let out the most pornographic moan I've ever heard.

Michael stimulates me through it, slowing down his fingers slightly but still going. "Please-," I choke out, clenching my thighs, "too much."

That only made him go faster. I came for the second time in less than 30 seconds.

"Please-no more."

Michael finally removed his fingers, now focusing them on his jeans and belt. He slipped them off with ease, and made quick work of his boxers as well. His cock sprung free, finally being released from his jeans.

I moaned at the sight of it. "Yeah? You want my cock right now? You dirty whore." He leans down to kiss me once more, no less filled with anger and passion than the last time. I pull away, gasping for breath when Michael leans down and says, "Bad girls don't deserve a warning."

Immediately after, he plunges into me, fucking me at a rapid pace. I scream, pleasure and heat blooming in my core as his cock fucks in and out of me. Each thrust gets more noises out of me. Michael moans loudly, his face completely fucked-out.

"This will teach you to listen." He says, enunciating each word with a violent thrust. I could feel his cock hitting that spongy spot inside of me, causing my legs to shake.

"Please...so close...need to cum." I could barely get the words out without stuttering. "Just a little longer baby, you can do it."

I focus completely on the pace he's fucking in and out of me, orgasm so dangerously close that it was almost threatening. "Just keep that pussy tight for me."

His thrusts become more sloppy, his moans guttural and pornographic. I whine, curling my toes and clenching my pussy around his cock like my life depended on it.

"You can cum now."

And with that, I scream, wave after wave of intoxicating pleasure washing over me. Michael lets out one final moan, his hips stuttering to a stop. We both lay there for several moments, panting and sweaty.

"Holy-holy shit. I was seeing stars." Michael said before grabbing the navy towel he keeps in the backseat for emergencies.

"No kidding."

He slides himself out of me, wiping the cum off of me with the towel, taking the time and care to do it without touching my still overly sensitive entrance.

"We should do that again sometime."

"Yeah. Now let's get you dressed and head home. It's late."

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