“Ned! Ned, we have three stars! Fuck- the cops are shooting! Get 'em!” He yelled into his mic.

Your hand started moving up, caressing his thigh before you got to the jackpot, his cock.

Hand over his clothed cock as you rubbed it, instantly hardening in your palm.

He groaned.

“Babe… babe I’m playing.” He whispered, moving his mic.

“I don’t care…” you spoke back, his cock now poking through his sweatpants.

“SHIT! OH NED! I FUCKING DIED! OH!!” He screamed, frustrated because now he needs to restart the whole heist again.

You could hear Ned screaming over the mic, aggravated.

“Y/N, now I gotta start this shit again!”

“Oh, I’m sorry! I just want to spend some quality time with my boyfriend, but he wants to play his stupid fucking game instead! I’ll leave you alone then!” You argued, standing up to walk away.

He quickly grabbed your hand, stopping you.

“I’m- I’m sorry. I’m sorry baby…” he spoke softly, removing his headphones and moving his controller to the side.

“I’m sorry… please stay… please. I’ll hang out with you.”

“You seem to care more about that game, Peter.”

“No, I don’t. Not right now. I’m sorry. Lemme make it up to you…” he said, standing up and holding your waist tightly, pulling you closer to him.

“You wanna make it up to me?”

“Yeah… let me take care of you…” Peter whispered before your lips crashed into one another, teeth clashing, tongues dancing.

Your anger quickly escaped as soon as his soft lips hit yours, his large hands squeezing your ass as your lips smacked. You couldn’t help but let out a groan, enjoying the feeling.

He smoothly moved you onto his bed, lips attached to your neck, leaving love marks.

His hands went under your shirt, cupping your breast as he rolled your bud in his palm, getting yet another groan from you.

“Let me make it up to you…” he mumbled in your ear, sending chills down your spine.

Swift with his movements, your shirt and shorts were quickly thrown to the side.

Trails of kisses and love bites were left on your soft skin, stopping to suck on your sensitive nipples before he made his way down to your drenched panties.

“Fuck Peter…”

He looked up at you as his thumb rubbed your clothed clit.

“You are always so wet for me princess… shit… I love that about you.”

Your body was already shaking with just the slight touch of his thumb on your bundle of nerves.

“Gosh… I’m not even inside you and you're already shaking. Such a needy slut, aren’t you?”

You whimpered, hands gripping his sheets.

“Please Peter…”

“What is it? Use your words.” He teased, thumb leaving your clit.

You whined, missing his touch.

“I can’t read minds. What is it?”

“Just! Just eat me out! Please… please baby…” you begged, tears about to form if you didn’t get what you wanted.

“Good girl. See, just a few words can make a wish happen.”

“Oh, Peter you talk too much! Focus on my clit!” You yelled, getting frustrated.

He glared at you before he suddenly got on top of you, hand holding your neck tightly.

“Is that any way to speak to me? Tell me? Is it?” He spoke, tone deep.

Oh, you pissed him off now.

“No… no… I’m sorry. I’ll be nice. I’ll be a good girl.”

“Will you? Or will I have to fuck you till you cry so you can obey me?”

“I’ll be a good girl. I promise.” You assured.

He gazed at you before releasing his hold.

He then kissed along your jawline, making way to your ear.

“You better live up to your word. You don’t wanna see me punish you for being a bad girl. I like sluts who obey me.”

His filthy words made you shutter, your panties saturating even more.

Finally, his head made way to your needy pussy. She was begging at this point.

Fingers hooked your panties as he slid them off.

He took a deep inhale of your soaked cunt, admiring how a few words and kisses from him got you so riled up.

Fingers went as he parted your folds, taking a peek inside you.

“My pretty pussy…”

Suddenly, his lips attached to your clit, fingers sinking into you.

You gasped, the intense feeling overwhelming you.

He sucked, slurped, and sipped your pussy. As his tongue twirled around your little bundle of nerves, his fingers worked in and out of your slick folds.

Peter was most definitely a multitasker.

“PETER!” You screamed as he ate the soul out of your pussy. He was devouring you as if you were his last supper.

“Taste so sweet…” he spoke before he dived back into you, his fingers curling inside you.

Your hands gripped his curls, head jerked back as your eyes rolled and back arched.

You were about to snap.

“I’m- fuck- I’m gonna- OH MY GOSH!” You cried, your orgasm hitting you like a huge tidal wave. You didn’t even have time to finish telling him you were gonna come as you literally saw stars. Legs shaking as you nearly ripped Peter's hair out. Tears trailing down your face.

You thought that Peter should earn a reward for his ‘god tier’ pussy eating.

Peter continued to go, gulping down your juices as if he was dehydrated.

“P- Pete- Peter… Peter- FUCK!”

“Gimme another one…”, he dived back inside you again.

You screamed, entire body shaking.

Peter loved how he made you look like a shaking, babbling mess. It turned him on heavily, he had to hump his bed to get some form of relief from his strained cock.

“Pete! Oh my gosh…” You cried again, clit now abused.

With how good this man was eating you out, how could you say no to another orgasm?

Your moans filled his room, curse words rolling off your tongue. His tongue sliding in between your folds, collecting your juices at the tip, soaking into his taste buds.

Your body jerked, back-arching, eyes rolling to the literal back of your head as you had your second intense orgasm.

You were completely out of breath by this point, and Peter didn’t stop obliterating your clit, his fingers still pumping you.

You nearly passed out when he curled his fingers again, hitting your sweet spot with much love.

“Good girl… that's my baby…” he praised, thumb circling your throbbing bud.

Incoherent whimpers escaped your lips as your chest rose and fell at a quick pace.

“Another.” He demanded.

“No… no… I can’t…”, your voice shaky.

“You can. Give me another…” he prodded.

“Please… oh gosh!” You wined, tears falling.

“You're giving me another one.” He spoke strongly before his lips connected back to your swollen folds.

You couldn’t protest Peter and his need to pleasure you. He was super stubborn and there was no point in arguing with him.

He continued to obliterate your swollen clit and already penetrated hole for a little more before your third orgasm of the day happened.

Screams tore from your mouth, scraping your vocal cords.

By now, you were a complete mess.

Hair was all over the place, entire body shaking, brain scrambled as Peter used you as a personal play toy.

You stared at the ceiling, the high of your orgasm leaving you in a vegetable-like state.

Peter finally stopped playing with your sore slit before he climbed on top of you, grinning as he saw the state, he left you in.

“You alright, princess?”

You gazed into his chocolate eyes, breath heavy. You tried to say something but forgot how to speak.

“On a scale of one to ten, how good would you rate my pussy eating?” He teased.

You glared at him, groaning.

“An 11? Wow… I’m impressed with myself.”

You were too exhausted to laugh. All you could do was shut your eyes and try to catch your breath.

You felt him wipe your sweaty forehead before he kissed it.

“I love you.”

Before you fell asleep, you heard him play his game again.

“Hey man, yeah sorry. I had to eat my girlfriend out or else she would break up with me.”

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