Miguel OHara

For weeks, Miguel let himself believe that it was because of you his spider urges had been feeling more ferral than usual. a deep desire within him just wanting to bite down into that delicate neck of yours, You were so different that pushed him to keep tabs on you. You were just so small and with your natural Spider man abilites, and the puff of fur around your neck, you are looking so delicate and precious;

you needed to be protected, he tried to convince himself. of course thats what he kept telling himself. it was definetly not his mutated DNA that screamed at him to keep you; trap you in his web. forever make you into his own possesion.

"I said sit down." He ordered, feeling a flicker of rage.

Miguel swiftly gripped your other forearm and darted his eyes on you, mouth on display and felt his unfamiliar smell in your nostrils, and his breath, hot and pleasant against the corner of your mouth, and fingers - a vies-tight grip around your upper arm.

Miguel hungrily pushed back, his mouth open, tongue pushing past your clenched teeth to the moist space within. The bristles of his beard scratched against your soft cheeks as he gripped your head firmly, as if to keep you from escaping. You worked your mouth against his, both tongues battling back and forth like wrestlers, each trying to pin the other.

He lips parted at the fascination of you getting off with only the touch of his fingers. "You're sensitive."

"What if I touch you here." He pressed against your clit, watching you gasp. "And then, here." He squeezed your nipple.

He tilted his head lightly. "Please what?"

He bared his sharp fangs close to your delicate neck as you felt his warm breath against your skin.

Miguel's hands were on your hips and lifted you up as if you were made of no atoms. Instinctively, your legs wrapped around his waist and began moving to the right - having no idea where the bed was placed. Both of you did not spare another thought, to into this kiss as their lips remained sealed, feeling each other's tongues moving coordinated. The same rhythm. It was as if you two could not get enough of each other. Practically devouring one another, black holes that were pulling each other to the point of no gravity inside, drowning in each other's warmth.

He placed you down on the mattress and smirked, finally. You could already feel yourself getting soaked by the minute from that smirk. "You're a good slut, aren't you?" He pressed his calloused fingers on your clit, doing o-shapes on it.

He groaned at your answer, wanting to touch himself so badly as well. Miguel slid himself down until he was eye-level with your vagina. "Eyes on me, sweetheart." He ordered and watched how obedient you grew for him, sliding down your panties and tossed somewhere irrelevant in the room.

"You want me to stop?" He chuckled in a low rumble.

"Try for me, baby." He hooked his finger inside you, pressing against the roof of your channel, and the pleasure welled you. He watched the impact of his doings, leaving you open-mouthed, bright colours bursting behind your eyelids. He groaned at the feeling of his erection getting bigger by the minute.

He aligned his cock with your pussy and before sliding it inside, he whispered. "And you'll take it all in."

He held a firm grip on your hips, "You're doing so good, there, that's it, you're doing so good for me. So good." The little praises made you clench inside, and he groaned at the feeling of it, he noted that down. "You like when I praise you, huh?"

He positioned his cock again inside you. This time, you squealed from his cock brushing at an angle that made you see stars, going deeper than last time. "Take me in like the good slut you are." His eyes focused from his wet cock disappearing inside of you, then appearing once again, repeating the same action over and over again.

Miguel kissed your collarbone before twisting and pinching your already hard nipples; he craved you so bad, loving this fucked side of you - knowing this is what he caused. He was what you needed in a man. Long, thick, and perfect that every time he would thrust in you, it'd brush that angle, hitting your g-spot and caused you to moan, not caring who would be able to hear it at this point. His praises and degrading were everything you craved, and not only did it make you clench inside, but it also gave you butterflies in your stomach that caused your cheeks to grow red.

Miguel was able to tell you weren't going to last very long but he tried his hardest, wanting to cum with you at the same time, he drilled his cock in you while keeping a firm grip on your back and pushed it slightly to arch it better than you were doing to find the angle he's been slamming himself in. He couldn't help but smirk - he had never watched a woman so fucked the way you were, and his ego grew bigger.

"The minute i saw you, I wanted to pin you down and fuck you so hard." He groaned.

With no warning, he grabbed a fistful of your hair, using it as leverage to fuck you harder than you'd ever been fucked. You were screaming his name as your tits bounced harshly, your cervix being abused. The pain was intoxicating, the noises of your wet cunt and skin slapping sounding like a background track to the harmony of moans.

"Good fucking girl for me," Miguel praised, slapping your ass hard enough to leave a handprint on the other cheek. "You take me so good, pretty girl."

Once you were done, Miguel pulled out, flipping you onto your back. His hand met his cock and he jerked himself off feverishly, his hand stuttering before he came. His cum was hot and thick on your tits, and he swore he could've cum again when you took your finger and sampled a taste.

"You're unbelievable." He informed, putting his weight on his hands so he didn't fall on you. Getting a better look at you.

His rough fingers grazed your lips and partly opened them. Miguel was directly looking at your lips, wanting to feel them on his. "I don't sleep much. That's why you should get some rest. We have a long mission tomorrow."