Nueva York, Earth-928
"Baby?" Felicia's voice echoed through the office as she searched for her boyfriend.
The platform lowered, capturing Felicia's attention. Reluctantly, Miguel turned away from the information illuminating the screens surrounding him to look down at Felicia.
"Hola, mí Hermosa," he sighed, his expression tired.
The platform touched the ground, allowing Felicia to join him. Raising her hands, she cupped his face, using her thumbs to run along the prickly facial hair forming on his jaw.
"When was the last time you took a break... or shaved?" she asked with a concerned frown.
Miguel shrugged, looking into her eyes filled with worry. "Last break was when we were at your place... and the last time I shaved... sometime last week," he recalled.
"Spider," Felicia said with a lopsided frown, "you have to take care of yourself."
"I don't have time," Miguel sighed, wrapping his arm around her waist. "I need to figure this shit out, before they—before they turn on us, and we have a whole new problem on our hands."
"I know, baby. It's okay to work on it, but you have to take care of yourself. I missed you last night."
"I'm sorry," Miguel replied, mimicking her frown for a moment before transitioning into a mischievous smirk. "Will you let me make it up to you?" He leaned down, capturing her lips with his.
Felicia moans at the feeling of his stubble grazing her soft skin. Their passion and desire consume each other. With the stress of everything that's happened in the past 24 hours weighing on them, they needed a release, they needed each other.
"Make it up to me." She whispers into the passionate kiss.
Miguel moans in excitement, his hand wandering down to the curve of her ass, smacking it. As it echoes through the empty office, she gasps at the feeling. Felicia could feel herself becoming wetter as his lips moved down to her neck. His stubble scratches her sensitive neck, adding to the pleasure.
"Oh, Miguel." Her head falls back, giving him more access.
"Sí?" He responds, sucking marks into her neck, claiming her as his.
"I need you," Felicia whispers, pressing the spider emblem of her suit, letting it fall to her feet.
and Miguel groans into her neck, his claws ripping her underwear. Suddenly his hands wander lower to the back of her thighs and using his strength he picks her up. Felicia gasped in surprise as he lifted her up, placing her legs over his shoulder, holding her in the air, and allowing his tongue to explore her folds.
"Oh, fuck!" Felicia screams, his lips kissing and sucking her clit. She loved the feeling of his hands gripping her ass, desperate for her.
"You like that, baby?" Miguel growls into her clit. "You like it when I man-handle you?"
Her nails dig into his scalp, tugging onto the curls of his chocolate hair. "Fuck, yes!" She cries.
Felicia's praises further encourage Miguel, prompting him to desperately lap her soaked pussy. Needing to taste more of her, he pushes his tongue into her pussy, feeling her walls contract around him. As his tongue explored her, the bridge of his nose rubbed her clit perfectly, adding to her pleasure. The sensation made her eyes roll back, hips bucking for more. As she fucked his face she could feel the sting of his stubble, scratching her delicate thighs and lips. The new sensation added to her pleasure.
"Fuck, baby, your stubble feels so good." She moans, continuing to ride his face.
"You getting close?" Miguel asks.
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Caught in the Cat's Web
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