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An hour or a day could pass and his superhuman cock would remain hard. Sun spilled into the hotel and Samantha Wilson sucked him off.
Big tits, fine abs, and a wonderful booty. Oh, and Captain fucking America. Like a dedicated sex worker needing to tire out her customer, she knelt between his legs. The exhaustion was evident, her ponytail tilted to the side, halfway hanging on to its structure. Her lips stretched around his girth, cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper.
Slow, desiccated sucks. Sloppy, worshipful head that made his toes curl.
Slurp—! Gluck—!
A wet, rhythmic sound underscored by her throat clenching around his shaft. Samantha's eyes were closed, brow furrowed in concentration. This wasn't about technique. This was about devotion. This was about getting the job done. The captain treated his cock like a soldier would treat a gun. She pulled back, then diving forward until her nose brushed his pelvis.
Behind him, Ororo Munroe had her face buried between his ass cheeks.
That royal spectre traced circles around his asshole, slow and patient, the way she did everything. Silver-white hair fell from her like drapes. The jeweled pins and accessories that maintained her high-ponytail were gone.
So what? Ororo ate ass like it was a delicacy. Her fingers kneaded his glutes, spreading him open for better access.
"Nggh…!"
An hour or a day. Come on, it was obvious a day had passed. A day of creampies, blowjobs, tittyfucks, and devastating dominance from Felix. The bigger cock made equally a grand difference as his stamina. He went balls-deep into Samantha repeatedly, without holding back. She knew she could take it. She mostly did, save for a brief gagging. A thick strand of saliva oozed down her chin.
"Easy, Captain," he grunted, his hand finding the back of her head. "Don't choke on it."
Samantha nodded, grunted, and didn't pull off. She pushed deeper.
Off to the side, Maria Hill lay motionless. Her legs were splayed, one arm draped across her stomach, the other twisted in the sheets. Her pussy was still leaking. A thick glob of white seed oozed from between her swollen lips, pooling on the mattress beneath her. Her eyes were rolled back, only the whites visible, and her mouth hung open in a slack O of surrender. The mating press had done its work. She'd been folded in half, ankles hooked over Felix's shoulders, his cock hammering into her with no reprieve. The last coherent thing she'd said was a breathless "I can't— I can't—" before her voice broke into high-pitched wails.
Now Maria Hill was a creampied ruin.
Ororo's tongue pushed inside him, and Felix groaned, his grip tightening in Samantha's hair. The princess rimmed him with the same regal poise she brought to everything. Her fingers slipped lower, cupping his balls, squeezing gently. He imagined what Ororo would tell Samantha at this point. Felix huffed and managed a smile.
"C-come now, Captain America," Felix said, grunting. "Take what's yours…!"
Samantha's response was a desperate moan. She sucked harder, faster. One hand joined Ororo in cupping his balls, the other stroked the base of his shaft in time with her mouth. Felix wore. The cliche of his load was coming, and Samantha's throat was about to be the beneficiary.
"Gonna cum," he warned, voice strained. "Samantha, cumming!"
She didn't pull off. She looked up at him, those dark, serious soldier eyes meeting his, and she nodded. Do it.
Spurt, spurt, spuuurt!
Captain America swallowed and swallowed but there was too much. Too thick. The first spurt in the double-digits caused an overflow, white rivulets escaping from the corners of her mouth and dripping down her chin. Felix's hips bucked, and Ororo's tongue kept working his ass, drawing out every last drop. Rope after rope of hot cum pumped directly into Samantha's stomach, and she drank it down like a woman who'd been wandering the desert for forty years.
Finally, mercifully, the pulses slowed. His cock twitched in her mouth, spent for the moment. Samantha pulled off with a wet pop, a string of cum and saliva connecting her bottom lip to his glistening tip. She wiped her chin with the back of her hand, breathing hard.
"Good girl," Felix managed.
Then his legs gave out.
He collapsed backward, narrowly missing Ororo, who scrambled aside with a startled laugh. His back hit the mattress, springs groaning, and he just lay there. He stared at the ceiling. His cock, still stubbornly erect, slapped against his stomach and left a smear of Samantha's spit and his own seed.
'Yep, way too much stamina,' he thought. 'These three won't cut it.'
Two bodies curled into him immediately. Ororo tucked herself against his left side, her silver-white hair fanning across his chest, one dark leg hooking over his thigh. "Fuuuck, I'm exhausted. God, this bigger dick really makes a difference. My pussy is so sore."
The curve of her breast pressed into his ribs. She had the body of a goddess: tall, lithe, with elegant lines and a dancer's grace. Even in exhaustion, she was a slut. "Mmm…and you, Felix?"
"You know me." And he kissed her on the temple. Ororo giggled in appreciation.
Samantha claimed his right side. Muscular shoulders and thick thighs that had been forged through war. Her black skin was slick with a faint sheen of sweat. She rested her head on his shoulder, one hand splayed possessively across his stomach. Remember the tuxedo? Yeah, Felix didn't either.
He kissed her on the temple too. Samantha smiled softly. "Thank you," she murmured.
Two women pressed against him, their breathing syncing into sleep. Maria was still unconscious, her pussy still leaking onto the sheets. The room smelled like a brothel. The sun kept climbing, indifferent.
Suddenly, he thought, 'I want to see Rio.'
Because if these three weren't enough, then she would be.
***
The Morales estate sat three miles inland from the coast, hidden behind a seven-foot stone wall draped with bougainvillea and flowering vines. Anyone passing by would see a beautiful Spanish-style mansion, its terracotta roof glowing under the Caribbean sun, and assume some retired gringo lived there. The tropical plants were strategically placed to soften the wall's severity, to make it seem natural.
Nothing about this house was organic. Motion sensors dotted the perimeter. Cameras disguised as birdhouses tracked every approach. The iron gate at the front entrance could stop a truck, and did, last month, when a drunk tourist had taken a wrong turn.
This was Rio Morales' home. Her dream. Three stories of white stucco and dark wood beams, a courtyard with a fountain, a kitchen stocked with every appliance she could want. The first floor was for family, an open-plan living space that flowed into a dining room large enough to seat twelve. Her parents came on weekends, as well as her cousins. They'd eat her cooking, swim in the pool on the second floor, and marvel about her new "husband".
Rio always had to smile weakly when asking what he did or when he was going to come visit again.
The second floor was for pleasure. The infinity pool stretched along the entire west side of the house, its edge seeming to drop directly into the jungle. A hot tub bubbled in a shaded alcove. Loungers, a wet bar, and a glass-walled gym that Rio used every morning.
The third floor belonged to the security team. Aaron Davis led the team: Eden Fesi, the indigenous Australian with the shaman's eyes and skin the color of rich earth. Dwayne Taylor, six-foot-three and two-hundred-forty pounds of martial arts mastery. Cain Mark, ponytail and tattoo sleeves like war paint.
They were good men. They were also ghosts. Felix's orders: protect the estate, protect Rio, but stay out of her way. So they did, mostly. Aaron would check in. He was her ex-husband's brother and Miles' uncle.
The others she barely saw. It was lonely.
Rio Morales stepped out of the pool and the world should have stopped to watch.
Water sluiced off her body in sheets, catching sunlight and scattering it like diamonds. Her bikini was a crime. White, because she knew what white did against her brown skin, how it made every curve lush. The top was little more than three triangles of fabric held together by thin gold rings, struggling to contain breasts that had fed a child and somehow gotten fatter for the trouble. The bottom rode high on her hips, cut narrow, disappearing between the cheeks of an ass that defied physics.
That ass. That fucking ass.
Round and full and impossibly thick, it jutted out from her frame like a dare. Her waist was small, her back arched just enough to make the contrast obscene, and when she walked, her cheeks bounced with a rhythm that had no business being that hypnotic. She'd always had a dumptruck. Anyone and everyone knew it.
Rio grabbed a towel from a lounger and began patting herself dry. She hummed, smiling. She could never complain about life. Ever. The mansion was gorgeous. The pool was perfect. The sun was warm.
But…she missed Felix so much it hurt.
He texted, so at least there was that.
She checked her phone for the hundredth time that morning. No new messages. With a sigh, Rio angled the camera high, caught the pool and the jungle and the sweep of her wet hair, and snapped a selfie. Her lips pouted just slightly. The white bikini gleamed. In the corner of the frame, a sliver of that cannon. She contemplated sending it.
"He's Spider-Man. I'm sure he has better things to do than to look at me."
Rio hung her head. Call her insecure or call it the lack of youth. She couldn't just take a hot selfie and send it. She didn't have the bravery for that. Maybe some day. But that day was not today.
Her days were a loop. Gym in the morning. Cooking in the afternoon. Family on the weekends. She loved her family. She loved this house. But three floors of luxury couldn't replace a good dick. Couldn't replace his voice or his smell.
"Maybe I should call him—"
Her phone buzzed. Aaron.
< Aaron: Package at the front gate. Come grab it.
"Oh, is that new exercise ball I bought? Finally!"
Rio wrapped the towel around her waist and padded barefoot down the exterior stairs, past the courtyard fountain, toward the iron gate. The stones were warm under her feet. The bougainvillea rustled in the breeze. She punched in the gate code and waited for the familiar quarter-open creak.
Except Rio was forced to wait a long, long time. See, the gate swung wide. All the way.
Rio froze. "O-oh…"
Felix Faeth stood in the gateway, fully and gloriously and aggressively naked. The sun backlit him like a saint in a Renaissance painting, except no saint had ever carried a penis this devastating. Being Spider-Man, his abs and his biceps were a sculpture of muscle and sinew. Picture-perfect symmetry of a man that was blessed and that worked for it. His arms hung at his sides. No shame. No hesitation.
His cock waved itself like a flag.
Dios mío, his cock.
It speared forward, thick as a wrist and long enough to make her blink and think it had gotten bigger since last time. The veins traced paths along the pale shaft, pulsing and pulsing and never calming down. The head was a blunt, ruddy fist, the slit already beading with a pearl of precum. His huge balls promised a flood.
An erection, an announcement, both were apt descriptions. Because good god. Rio's phone slipped from her fingers and clattered on the stones. Both hands flew to her mouth.
"Oh my god, Felix…! Here? Already?"
Felix Faeth confidently walked forward. His feet made soft sounds on the warm stone, and his cock swayed with each step, bobbing, still rising. Somehow getting harder. Rio's legs carried her toward him before her brain caught up, and then she was running, the towel falling away, and she crashed into him with enough force to stagger a lesser man.
He caught her. His hands found the curve of her treasure of a booty and he lifted her like she weighed nothing. His fingers sank into the plush flesh, spreading her cheeks, kneading with the desperate hunger of a man who'd been starving for weeks. Rio wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, and she kissed him.
"Mmpphh…! Mmpphgggsh~!"
Saliva spilled out. This was not some silly greeting. This was a reunion kiss, shared between princesses and knights, between heroes and those whom they saved, between soldiers and their wives.
She'd been lonely. She'd been patient. She'd been so fucking good, and now he was here, and his cock was pressed along her booty. His fingers were gouging dimples into her ass and everything was right again.
He pulled back just enough to speak.
"I-I can't believe you're here…!" Rio's eyes melted and she blinked away happy tears. "So, everything okay then? Everything…good?"
He was Spider-Man. He was important. Rio had to ask.
"More than okay." Smack! Her ass gave him the jiggles he wanted. He grinned. "Do you realize how full my balls are?"
Rio laughed, a wet, joyful sound. "Show me then, big guy!"
She kissed him again. His hands never stopped working her ass. Rolling the cheeks. Spreading them. A finger traced her crack, dipping just low enough to tease her other hole, and she gasped into his mouth. Her pussy was already soaking through the white bikini. His long, magnificent hog started between her thighs, pressing along the soaked fabric, and up her ass.
She needed air. She pulled away, smiling. Her lips were shining. Her hair was perfectly arranged and hung down her left shoulder. She was glad for it. Rio looked stunning.
They kissed again and her ass squeezed down on his cock. If this was the garden of eden, Felix wouldn't have been surprised. He couldn't and didn't want to move. He wanted his cock between her bootycheeks. He wanted to kiss her. "Ngggh…!"
He wanted this saliva spilling like a waterfall. He wanted this messy, loving minute.
He wanted to cum.
'Oh fuck…!'
The kiss, the assjob, all of it caused him to prematurely ejaculate. The first rope of cum erupted from his slit with shocking force, arcing through the air like a celebratory firework. It splattered across the stones behind her, thick and white and hot. More followed. Rope after rope, each spurt a percussive blast that painted the gate, the wall, the bougainvillea. His cock was pressed along the curve of her ass, trapped between her cheeks, and the angle sent his seed flying in wild, glorious trajectories.
Fireworks. That was what they were. Fireworks of cum.
Rio felt each pulse and she kissed him harder. She kissed him through the whole magnificent, reckless, premature ejaculation, because this was Felix. This was her man. He came fast, he came huge, and he was back.
His balls emptied with a final, weak dribble that dripped down her thigh. The stones around them looked like a flock of birds had been massacred.
Rio pulled back, grinning. "Missed me?"
"Every second."
Her ass cheeks spilled from his fingers. Good Lord. Felix thought he was the apex of his gender. Well, so was Rio Morales. The Latina MILF had no equal as far as her ass went.
***
The bedroom was on the second floor, a sprawling space with floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the infinity pool. Felix carried her the whole way, his cock leaking the whole way, smearing thin trails on the floor and to her bootycheeks. He laid her on the giant bed and crawled over her like a predator savoring its return.
Rio kept the bikini on. He'd asked, with a look, and she'd nodded with a smile. The white fabric enjoyed the pool, the dive into his arms, the cum fireworks. The hot triangles giving shape to her tits deserved to remain.
Felix kissed her tenderly. His lips moved from her mouth to her jaw, her throat, and down to her tits. His hands traced her hips with reverence. The narrow dip of her waist and the impossibly wide flare of her hips were oh-so delicious. He couldn't help but squeeze the thicc flesh whenever needed.
"I love you," he said, kissing her neck.
"I know, Felix."
He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her bikini bottom and pulled it aside. Just enough. Her pussy was a masterpiece. Brown lips, glistening and puffy. His massive cock kissed and tempted her entrance, and for a moment they just looked at each other. They smiled at each other.
Home.
He pushed inside and the first inch genuinely made them both gasp. How long had it been since they fucked? A while, but more than that, this bigger cock changed things. The increase in width alone caused her pussylips to cling differently.
"Nngggh, Felix! So thick…!"
The second and third inch made Rio's back arch off the mattress. The fourth and fifth inch, the impossible stretch of him filling her, claiming her, returning to her—it was too much. It was everything. Her pussy clenched around him like a fist, wet and hot, and Felix let out a shuddering breath.
"Fuck, Rio. Fuck, you feel…"
She didn't hear the rest. He kept going and going and next they knew, Felix bottomed out. His cockhead kissed her cervix. He was inside her. Really inside her. After weeks of silence, of texts, of wondering if he was safe or hurt or gone—
"Oh fuuuck…!"
He groaned and he came.
There was the classic warning of a throb or two. Then after that, the flood of cum. A premature ejaculation as fitting as a premature ejaculation could be. His hips pressed flush against hers, and the sudden, overwhelming heat of cum flooded her MILF pussy. "Gah! Ngggh!" He grunted and bucked. He didn't pull back of course. His cock pulsed inside her, pump after pump, and Rio felt it fill her. More cum than any man should be able to produce. His balls weren't huge for no reason. They were reservoirs. Munitions depots.
W-whatever it was, it was painting her walls white and leaking out around his shaft in thick, creamy rivulets.
He collapsed onto his elbows, forehead pressed to hers.
"I'm sorry," Felix whispered. "I can't, when it's you, I can't—"
"It's fine," Rio insisted, smiling gently. "I love it. I love that you can't hold it. I, hehe, love that you want me this much."
She kissed the apology off his lips. His cock was still hard. Still throbbing. Still buried in her overflowing pussy.
Slowly, they began to move.
This wasn't fucking. This was making love. The distinction mattered. Every stroke was measured and full of intention. Felix pulled out until just the tip remained, letting her feel the emptiness, the loss, before sliding back home. Rio's hips rose to meet him, her walls gripping him with the familiarity of long practice. Their eyes never left each other.
"I love you, I love you! Nngggh, Felix! I love you!"
Rio didn't shout it or shriek it. It was this panted, hard exclamation.
"I-I think I'm cumming! I-I'm—"
Her eyes rolled back. Rio grinned.
Oh yes, she was cumming and not because of a dildo or her fingers: because of Felix. He was truly back. He was truly here.
"Nngh! Unh!" That was Felix, struggling not cum immediately again. He succeeded. "G-good! Good!"
Think about it: Rio was the first woman to make Felix cum first. Usually, no, always, it was the other way around.
"Haah! I love it! I love this cock! I love it!" Rio insisted, grinning. Her head was slightly tilted and her eyes misty. This was sex equal amounts of lust and love. Seeing him, feeling him, Rio's head rolled back. That second orgasm was coming soon. Oh so soon..!
'Look at him,' Rio thought. 'Look at this man. He came back.'
She'd married Jefferson Davis when she was young and stupid. A cop. A hero. He'd promised her the world and given her a son, and then…he left her with a child and a broken heart. He never came back.
Felix came back. Felix always came back.
'And his cock is so much fucking better, Jesus Christ—'
So much fucking better. Sex was glorious. Every thrust said I see you. Every clench answered I feel you.
The pace quickened. Felix's control began to fray, and Rio encouraged it, her heels slamming into the small of his back. "C-come on, harder! You know we can go harder!"
"Y-you been hitting the gym?"
Rio only smiled and Felix suddenly wheezed. She tightened up a lot right there.
"H-holy fuck, I'll take that as a yes."
He received a giggle in turn.
Rio Morales was primal in bed. Her legs lock around his waist was different. She didn't bother with her fingers, her legs were enough. Truly, it was.
Schliiick! Schlack! Plap, plap, plap!
Slick and filthy and glorious sex. Cum from his earlier release squelched out around his shaft, pooling on the sheets.
"P-put my leg on your shoulder," Rio gasped out.
"With pleasure…!" Grinning, Felix grabbed her left leg and hooked it over his shoulder, the new angle tilting her hips and letting him somehow get deeper.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuuuck!"
They could still go so much faster. Felix could still jackhammer into her. But he was fucking her as a human. Within the confines of a normal human being. For Rio, this was best. Her pussy stretched impossibly, every nerve ending firing at once. This was the position. No dildo could do this. No amount of masturbating could match it.
"It's good, it's SO good!!" A Latina MILF like her was never dishonest. She never tip-toed. She never gave her man a white lie to save his ego. "Sooo deeep! I missed this SO much~!!"
"Me too! Me fucking too! Nnngh!"
He thrust. Rio loved it.
"Ffffuck, Felix— right there, right there, RIGHT THERE —!"
His pelvis ground against her clit with each stroke. His cockhead bullied past her cervix again, knocking on the door of her womb. Rio's hands fisted in the sheets, her back bowing, and she screamed his name to the sky.
'Best cock ever. Best. Fucking. Cock. EVER.'
Jefferson had never made her scream like this. Had never filled her so completely. Had never looked at her like she was the only woman in the universe while he was balls-deep inside her.
And he'd never come back. That was the real difference. When Jefferson died, he'd left her alone with Miles and a pension that barely covered rent. Felix was a hung fucking stud and a man with a destiny and a harem of superpowered women, and he still came back. He still walked through that gate and held her like she was the most precious thing in his world.
"I'm close," Felix grunted, his rhythm accelerating. "Rio, I'm gonna creampie you!"
"Nngggh! G-good! You better cum inside! You better do it!"
Lips collided as his hips slammed home and he gave her the non-premature-ejaculation creampie. Another impossible volume of seed that painted her insides white and hot. Rio felt it splashing in her deepest places and felt every pulse and spasm of his release.
Rio's eyes rolled back. Oh goodness gracious, she totally forgot. This was a REAL orgasm. This was what it meant to be pleased. To be fucked. To be married. To be loved.
To have a good cock inside her.
Cumming felt like she was entering the afterlife. Not at all like the brief high from masturbation (which she only took up because of Felix in the first place; her sex life had been suppressed and held back before). Her scream was muffled against his shoulder and her nails leaving crescents in his back. The orgasm rolled through her in waves, each one triggered by another pulse of his cock, another surge of cum.
They preferred to make-out over breathing. Wet and lewd lips gnawing and eating away at each other's saliva.
"I love you," he murmured in a small slip. "I love you, I love you, I love you."
"Welcome home, Felix."
His cock did not leave her for a long, long time. This latina and her pussy loved his cock like nobody else.