Peter returned to his Penthouse after the day that was. It had been a busy day for him, both for business and personal reasons. After he dropped Liz off, he returned home along with his dutiful assistant. She tagged behind him, not saying a word. She remained stoic and uncaring. The moment she got inside, she would retreat to her room off to the side of the library and likely not come out until Peter had use of her. That was honestly for the best.
As for the other occupants, his father was never around half of the time anymore. If he wasn't away on business, Peter figured that he had quarters in some unused part of OsCorp that he slept in. Providing he ever slept and that was something that Peter was completely unsure about. There were also whispers that he had a mistress.
"Good night," Peter said to his assistant and she made her way off with a nod.
"Good night, let me know if you need anything."
She hobbled up towards the library with her cane. Peter wondered briefly if he should have set up her living quarters directly inside the library as opposed to the side of it. It would be a lot easier on her all things considered.
Peter wondered where his brother was around. Harold was best left to his own devices when he was around. Peter cared about him but he also realized that there were certain times where he would need to give Harold his space.
The young man walked inside further. The entire world felt like it got spun around after the death of his uncle. He thought that Harry worked himself too hard but he appreciated it. Peter did his duty as his nephew to make sure all of the food Aunt May made didn't go to waste.
It was good to see her again despite everything. And the trip there wasn't completely depressing.
Peter could hear some sounds of someone extremely angry throwing things into a suitcase. He fronted, that was a suspicious thing. He walked by and saw Harold's minder, Shaw, with his back turned towards him. He was watching television.
"Have to seen my brother?"
Shaw turned his head slightly, his face stoic and calm. "I believe he is upstairs packing."
Peter thought for one wild moment that Norman kicked Harold out onto the streets to fend for himself. He honestly wouldn't be surprised if it did at this point. Peter raised one eyebrow in surprise and spoke calmly.
"Packing?"
"Yes, he is going on a vacation, meeting up with some people in California," Shaw commented and he turned back towards the television now that his duties were done.
Peter was at a loss to figure out who Harold would be meeting up in California. He decided to go to the young man himself and see what he could find out about this sudden trip.
Seconds later, Peter positioned himself in front of the door. He gave it a knock. The frantic packing continued. Peter wasn't used to being ignored, so he knocked on the door again, this time a bit more firmly. This time the person inside got the message because the packing stopped.
Peter stepped back, the door wrenching open. He would have gotten hit straight in the face if he was standing there.
"Yes, what do you want?" Harold asked. No sooner did he say that he saw Peter there. He relaxed. "Pete…oh hello, sorry, I thought that you were someone else."
Peter nodded and allowed himself inside the room. "That much is obvious. What's the sudden frantic packing?"
"I'm heading to California, I just have to get away from it all for the rest of the summer," Harold commented to him.
"Rest of the summer is most of the summer, isn't it?" Peter asked him and Harold smiled. His smile was extremely strained and it looked like he forgot it.
"I just have to…..well I just have to get away from certain things," Harold said, staring Peter down. "You know what it's like, don't you? To want to get away from the pressures that being his son offers?"
"I might have a bit of an idea, yes," Peter commented to him. "You got into another war of words with Norman, didn't you?"
Harold didn't want to say anything at first. He turned his back on Peter and resumed packing.
"It doesn't matter."
"Well, I think that by the way you're acting, it does matter," Peter commented to him.
"I don't even know why I bother," Harold raged. He made sure everything was packed up tight before he slammed the case shut. "He's never going to show me any respect. I still think that he blames me for my mother dying."
"You know he doesn't…"
"Well, he does a wonderful job of showing it," Harold spat angrily. He zipped up his bag, nearly dropping it out of his hand. He barely prevented it from hitting the floor. "I was just informing him where I was going, so he doesn't worry himself. But I don't even know why, because he wouldn't worry himself if I turned up dead in a ditch somewhere."
"Quit being emo and knock it off, Harry," Peter said, grabbing the Osborn heir roughly by the shoulder. "You know, the best way to get his approval, is to stop trying to get his approval. What he thinks doesn't matter. If you always trail his shadow, you'll be less than him. Don't ask for permission, just do. If you do right, then the results will speak for yourself."
Harold took a moment to look at him. "And if I do wrong?"
"You'll never do right with an attitude like that, Harry," Peter told him and he could see his brother's frustration boil to a fever pitch. "So, what do you think of Liz Allan?"
"I think she's still dating Flash Thompson," Harold said, wondering why this conversation went in the direction that it did.
"Not anymore, he went to Football camp and he broke up with her for the summer, so she wouldn't be a distraction," Peter said to Harold. "She decided that she would break up with him on a more permanent basis, since she's so much of a distraction for him."
"And I bet he expects her to get back together with him despite that when the school year starts," Harold commented. He didn't have much respect for anyone who played high school football. One day he would be serving people like the Osborns fries anyway. Maybe if he was lucky, he would be carrying Harold's bag. "How do you….."
"I met her at Aunt May's…she was seeing how everyone was doing after Uncle Ben died," Peter said.
"Oh, and how…"
"Fine," Peter said to him. "And we're going out to dinner this weekend."
"How?" Harold asked her.
"I asked her, she said yes, pretty simple don't you think," Peter said.
Harold's eye twitched for a moment. "Yes, simple. I see."
Harold's words were calm and chilling. If Peter noticed anything, he certainly didn't say a single word. Rather he left Harold to continue to pack in his own calm and icy manner.
He clenched his fists and mentally counted to ten the second Peter left.
"You're becoming more and more like our father every day, aren't you, Pete?" Harold asked when he clenched his case in his hand. "Norman must be so proud of you."
Harold threw a shirt off to the side, having ripped it to pieces in his fit of absolute anger. Gritting his teeth, he finished off the packing. The sooner he would be on the plane to California and away from his brother and father, the better his life would be.
'Would serve them right if I didn't come back,' Harold thought to himself the moment he left.
It was an extremely stressful night for Gwen Stacy. This was also a night that almost ended in tragedy. The blonde's heavy breathing escalated, she didn't know how close it turned out for the worst. Her eyes closed shut.
Someone grabbed her from behind roughly. She saw the gunman down on the ground. He tried to shoot her. She ducked. The bullet ended up in the door of a Portable John and the man ended on the ground, worse for wear.
"Relax, Gwen, it's me!"
Gwen turned around and spotted Harry standing there in all of the flesh. She took a half of a moment to register that he was there. She clutched his shoulder, a little bit more tightly than she would have. It was hard to blame the girl, she was getting used to her powers.
"I was wondering where you went off to," Harry said. He could see the figure of Herman Schultz slowly getting to his knees. Harry lifted one of his fingers and tapped Schultz on the back of the head, causing him to smack face first into the ground. He knocked him completely out. "MJ said that you intended to be there."
"Yeah, I intended to be there," Gwen agreed. She was ready for this one but at the same time, she wasn't completely ready. "I'm not….."
"I sent you a call and a voice message, telling you to call me right back," Harry said to her. Gwen nodded in response.
"Yeah, I…..kind of ignored that," Gwen said sheepishly.
"I figured as much," Harry said, holding her into a tight grip. His arms snaked around her. "When you didn't answer, I grew concerned. I knew that you might have done something. Especially since Mary Jane said that you felt guilty after what happened. She didn't know what you intended to do, but I figured that out."
"Yeah, I went after him, the guy's name is…"
"Carradine, I know," Harry said with a frown. Gwen opened her mouth to ask exactly how he knew. "Well it was all over the news, but…..you know I have connections as well where I can find out these things."
Gwen nodded. The fact the two of them had this conversation over the body of Herman Schultz. She made sure that the bastard was done. A nice stomp to the back of his head ensured that he was down and out for the count.
"So, you found me?" Gwen asked. Her frown grew deeper when she spoke to him. "Might I ask how exactly you found me?"
Harry figured this information needed to be told sooner or later. Recent events mandated it was more on the end of the sooner than the later.
"You know that my bloodline is magical," Harry said. "There are things far more complicated than your average garden variety wand waving coming in from my mother's side. While this sort of thing can happen with the wand wavers, it's really rare."
"Well, you are a special kind."
"I've never picked up a wand in my life and my magic is far more refined for it," Harry said, in the same air as a person who has never did drugs informing another person as such. "But that's not the point. I slept with you."
"Yes, many times, in many positions," Gwen confirmed. Harry raised his eyebrow and gave her a look that rivaled hers. The blonde teenager cleared her throat. "Continue."
Harry could hear Schultz slowly return back to life. He flicked a pebble at the back of his head, knocking him back unconscious. He continued to speak.
"I don't use magic if I can help it," Harry commented. "Let's just say that I consider it a challenge to do things without relying on the crutch. That's not to say I can't pull it out and excel at it if the situation mandated it."
"Right," Gwen said, wondering where this one was going.
"But there are many forms of magic that is passive as opposed to active," Harry explained to her. "Bonding magic is one of those. There is a bond that is formed between the two of us, just like other women that I sleep with. Some bonds are stronger than others. It's relatively new on your end, so you don't hear the other people figured into the network don't yet. But there's a strand that I can track that will grow stronger over time."
"I thought I might have felt something, but I chalked it up to stress," Gwen said.
"Always follow your first instinct," Harry warned her. "The bond forms slowly, so you don't get overwhelmed. Being the Master of the Collective Network, I can choose to increase or decrease the frequency, depending on various factors. And you know, I don't want people to get scared off right away by hearing voices in their head."
Gwen laughed despite herself. It was the first genuine laugh she had all day. She was grateful that Harry brought her spirits up before they were sent crashing down.
"So, I did feel something on my end," Gwen offered him and Harry smiled at her in response. "And what are the perks and benefits of this?"
"We can discuss that at another time," Harry said, slapping Schultz across the back of the head, knocking him back out again. "I think we better interrogate our prisoner."
"You know, we should likely stop knocking him out, before we give him a concussion," Gwen suggested. Harry looked at her with a bemused expression on his face, along with a raised eyebrow. "Oh, I know, it's likely too late for that, but still?"
Harry smiled and looked at the top of a half-finished building that was on the construction site. He had a good idea what he wanted to do next.
"And for the record, you know that Ben wouldn't want you to blame yourself for what happened," Harry said. Gwen nodded in response. Harry could tell instantly she had a protest already ready to go.
"I know but it's…"
Harry placed his finger on her lips and stopped her. He swept her into a tight hug and pulled her in tight. His lips planted onto hers with an intense kiss. Gwen closed her eyes and felt the rush of the moment where Harry wrapped his arms around her tightly.
She draped her leg over the edge of his hip, getting a little bit daring with herself. The two of them broke apart. A silent promise was given to do this later.
"Okay, let's interrogate this bastard," Gwen said. Her eyes flashed down towards him.
"I have an idea."
Gwen was both excited and afraid by this. She allowed Harry to lead the way because he was the one with the reality bending powers. She only could climb walls and do fancy acrobatics. Also there was the strength and quick reflexes things.
Okay there were a few more powers.
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Herman Schultz's head throbbed. The criminal wasn't having a day. He took a few seconds to realize that he wasn't on his back. He was hanging upside down. The man let out a string of obscenities that would make Yosemite Sam blush.
The construction site would have to be an extremely tall sky scraper. It was an office building, maybe, he didn't know.
He was hog tied and hung over the edge of the ledge.
"I'll give you one piece of friendly advice," the girl in the hoodie whispered. "I wouldn't look down if I were you."
"LET ME GO YOU STUPID BITCH!" Schultz yelled and Gwen loosened the grip that she had on the rope just slightly. If it wasn't for her holding him up, he would have plummeted to his death.
"Are you really sure that you want me to let you go now?" Gwen asked. "Because I think that if I drop you, it will only be an improvement to your good looks."
Gwen turned around to Harry who stood in the shadows. He smiled at her.
"Should I do it?"
He made a swift motion with his hand to give her the go ahead. She let go of the wire suddenly and Schultz screamed at the top of his lungs. He nearly hurled to the ground.
Something stopped him. His entire life flashed before him, not that it was much to write home about. His heart thundered across his chest when he kept breathing heavily.
Gwen hauled him back up by the wire. She was pretty sure that she had her point sunk in. The man still cursed at her when she brought him back up. She honestly didn't care about that.
"I swear to go….."
"Let me make one thing perfectly clear. As long as I'm here, for all intents and purposes, I am God."
There was a shudder down his spine. He wasn't that intimidated by some bitch, not that he would ever say it to her face. Not after he nearly had a face first encounter with the pavement. This guy on the other hand, oh boy this guy. This guy was someone who would rip him apart and feast on his remains for dinner. There was absolutely no question in his mind about that one.
"I'm going to cut to the chase," Gwen said. Her voice lacked humor and she made sure to let him know that his entire life rested in the palm of his hands. "I'm going to ask you a few questions and I better like the answers. Or…..well you remember the warning that you got."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure, yeah, right," Schultz muttered. The fact he nearly plummeted to the pavement was fresh in his mind.
"So, you better talk and fast, and if you're lying, I'll know."
Schultz blanched when he heard these two talk. "I could have sworn that there was supposed to be a good cop."
The hand from the shadows made one motion and Gwen almost let go again. Schultz screamed.
"Alright, alright, I'll talk!"
"Good boy," Gwen said. He was face to face with her even though he couldn't really see his face. Gwen gave him a few seconds to stop shitting himself before she spoke. "Where is Dennis Carradine?"
"I don't know!"
Gwen's body language told him all that he needed to know.
"I haven't seen him since he knocked that Parker guy off, only talked to him…..it was on a payphone when I did, and he spoke to me on a cell phone that he threw away," Schultz said. "You know, one of those disposable cell phone things, the type that you get at the dollar store for cheap, that you can break easily."
"You said that Carradine was responsible for getting ahold of your shipment."
"Yeah, but that was before he went underground, he didn't exactly leave more a forwarding address," Schultz said. He was terrified beyond belief. "Look, I have rights, you can't do this to me. Not without my…."
"You don't have any rights as far as I'm concerned," Harry said crisply. "But thankfully for your sake, I know you're telling the truth. So you get to breath for today."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you," Schultz said. He felt like he had been given a reprieve from Death Row. This guy was like the fucking Grim Reaper and Herman was spared for being too pathetic to die. Or something along those lines.
"But, we're not done with you yet," Gwen said. She decided to switch to a different tactic. "Where did Carradine get his stock from?"
"Some guy in the Russian Mafia, his name is Aleksei Sytsevich," Herman said. He wondered when his torment would end. He hoped to wake up in his apartment, surrounded by cheap hooch and bad takeout. "But everyone calls him the Rhino. He might…..he might know where Dennis is, but I sure as hell don't."
Gwen and Harry thought the same thing. This was tangible information they could use.
"Is there anything else you'd like to share with us?" Harry asked.
Herman was scared to death because of this shapeless and faceless figure that was in the shadows. "Yes….I wet my bed until I was thirteen."
"Eww, that's a bit too much for my liking," Gwen said. Her nose wrinkled up in disgust. She walked over. "Well, it was nice talking to you Herman. That should hold you at least long enough for the police to arrive."
Gwen wrapped her arm around Harry and he teleported both of them off of the building. They left Herman dangling.
"YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME LIKE THIS!"
The man's screams got more prominent and pleading the longer he hung up outside of the building. The obvious thing was that he slowly came to the crushing realization that they weren't coming back to cut him down, no matter how hard he pled and begged.
All he would have to do is take his chances with the police. It would be better than taking his chances with this guy.
Gwen sighed; this was a long day to be honest. The blonde stripped off her hoodie. Now she wore nothing but a sport's bra and ass hugging workout pants.
"Would it help if I said that I was sorry?" Gwen asked to him.
Harry didn't say anything for a few seconds.
"I wish you would have told me what you were doing," Harry said. He stripped off his jacket. When he was done, he wore nothing but a t-shirt and a pair of pants. It was a very fetching look for him. "I can't lecture you too much without punching my hypocrite card."
Gwen raised her eyebrow. She could feel Harry approach her. Now she knew the bond link was formed she was being aware of certain things happening to her. Her senses got more acute because of the spider thing but there was something else happening to her now.
"So you would have done the same thing in my place?" Gwen prodded. She figured that if anyone would understand, it would be Harry.
"I would have done the same thing in your place," Harry confirmed to her. He reached forward and placed his hand on hers. "We need to figure out what we have to do with what Schultz told us, you know."
His hand squeezed hers. Gwen almost could feel some kind of lecture coming on.
"And you shouldn't feel responsible for him getting away," Harry said. He looked her dead on in the eye. "You had no knowledge that was going to happen at all. Absolutely none at all, so don't go beating yourself up about that."
Gwen's protest burned on the tip of her tongue.
"No, I did have a responsibility to stop someone like that before they could hurt people," Gwen said. She let go of his hand and leaned back. Harry gently grabbed her by the shoulders. "You know, with all of this great power that I have I just…..I just figured that I could make some kind of difference in the world. You know, I could do something that might make the world a better place. Is that really too much to ask?"
Harry smiled in response and spoke to her. "With great power, there must also come great responsibility."
Gwen blinked.
"How did you….."
She trailed off. Harry smiled once more at her.
"Ben told me about that," Harry said. His hand never left hers this time when he grabbed onto it. "And you got to admit, he does have a point."
"Now do you understand why I feel guilty?" Gwen asked. Her bright blue eyes met his haunting green ones.
Harry allowed the two of them to enjoy the moment. After that moment was sufficiently done, he spoke.
"Told you Gwen, I would have done the same thing that you would have done," Harry said to her. His hand tightened around hers. Gwen was glad and she felt the flowing of power going through them. "But if you're going to do this, then I'm going to help you. And if you're going to do this, then you're going to do this right."
"Right, what do you….."
Harry cleared his throat. Gwen blushed when he spoke. She gave him a small sound that told him to continue.
"I won't lie with the Russian Mafia involved, we have a pretty daunting task ahead of us," Harry said. He made sure Gwen stared him straight in his eyes. "They chew up trained professionals and spit them out. You're making some extremely powerful enemies if you open up this powder keg."
"Something that you know from experience?" Gwen asked.
"Something I know from experience," Harry agreed. "Today you did well. But you went up against a group of ill-trained thugs. Thugs you got the jump on."
"Were you there the entire time?" Gwen asked. She didn't want to sound too accusatory but Harry hadn't said how long Harry was there.
"Not the entire time, but I did get to see you in action," Harry told her. She nodded in response. "From what I saw, there is some raw potential you have. Against professionals however, I would have had to do more direct intervention. The kind that I hope that I never have to do."
Gwen knew what he was referring to.
"You don't have any formal training outside of self-defense classes you take," Harry replied to her. "Good against small time thugs, not good against hardened Russian mobsters, but the headset was a pretty nice touch."
Gwen smiled and nodded.
"But speaking of the Russian mob, you're going to have make some enemies," Harry told her. This was the part that he didn't really want to get into. "And your disguise…..well I'll be perfectly blunt, it's not good. The glasses and the hood, those could easily come off in the heat of the battle. You were lucky that they didn't come off."
Gwen nodded. She needed better training and a better costume.
"The better training and the better costume is pretty easy," Harry confirmed to her. "But you're going to need some better equipment. If you want this entire Spider-Girl thing to go down right, I have a way to give some webbing. Of course for all I know you could start shooting webbing out of your….."
"Harry!" Gwen yelled. She couldn't believe that he would go there. She didn't want him to go there but the spiders were uncharted territory. She didn't know what the further evolution of her would end up. "Seriously, Spider-Girl?"
"Yeah, I'm not too fond of codenames on principle, but you're going to need one before someone else names you something entirely stupid," Harry said. She nodded. "And you're going to need a better costume. Something you can really use and I'll be perfectly honest, we're going to have to let someone in to make it for you. Because I don't see you doing it that well."
Gwen frowned at him. "I can sew."
Harry raised his eyebrow. It was amazing how fast Gwen wilted underneath that look from Harry.
"Okay, I can sew, but I can't sew that well," she muttered. She felt embarrassed by that. "Well if I can't sew, how about MJ? She can sew pretty well. She had to do it for costumes for the drama club."
"Hmm," Harry said. That was all he said.
Gwen's eyes snapped completely onto his. She put her eyes down for a brief second to hide her embarrassment.
"What's wrong than that?" Gwen asked. "Unless you have some secret talents that…"
"I'm just saying that she could be brought in," Harry said. Gwen nodded in response. "But the real question is do you really want to bring her into this entire mess?"
Gwen thought about it and shook her head.
"Okay, MJ is out," Gwen said. She was getting desperate. A burst of sudden inspiration struck her. "Okay, can you just magic something up or something like that?"
The only answer Harry had was laughter and lots of it.
"What?" Gwen asked. She nearly snapped when she spoke. She felt kind of annoyed. "What's so funny?"
"I could but it might not be a good idea," Harry explained. "Magic is tricky and creating clothes using magic that you want to last still needs some kind of sewing talent. If it was only simple enough to conjure up everything, there would be no such thing as poverty."
Gwen nodded. That made sense.
"Any kind of costume just conjured by magic will dissolve without hours," Harry said. She nodded. "And knowing Murphy's Law, it will dissolve when you're in the middle of battle."
Gwen winced. That was a no go.
"Thankfully I know someone who will be discreet and will love to help with something like this," Harry said. Gwen's interest piqued. "And she'll make sure that you'll get something that's both stylish and practical."
Gwen grinned in response. She had a pretty good idea who Harry was talking about now.
"What did you mean by giving me webs?"
Harry pulled out a napkin from his pocket. "This was a formula created by a super sticky adhesive by Richard Parker."
"But it isn't finished," Gwen said. That was one point that struck her immediately when she looked at it.
"I think between the two of us we can finish it," Harry said. Gwen smiled. It was obvious that she saw this as a challenge. "Especially considering we have access to advances and knowledge in technology that Richard Parker just simply didn't have. And with my background in engineering, once the formula is created, I should be able to create some kind of device to fire them."
Gwen pushed herself onto Harry's lap during the course of the conversation. Her arms wrapped around Harry's neck.
"You know, I think that I owe you an apology for running off on you when I should have told you what I was doing," Gwen said. Her voice was low when she spoke to him. Her hot breath was on his ear.
Harry smiled, gripping her firm rear from behind. Two could play that game. His arm wrapped around her waist.
His lips found hers and he kissed her. His tongue forced its way into her mouth. Not to be outdone, Gwen pushed back into his mouth. Their tongues clashed for domination.
Gwen felt his hands press against her bare flesh. It was like fire coursing through her body. She couldn't get enough of it.
"Harry, I need you."
Gwen felt herself pushed back onto the bed. His hands pinned her wrists back onto the bed. He started to kiss down her mostly bare top half. There was nothing but a sports bra covering her ample breasts.
"I can see that."
Hormones ran wild and it was only logical what came next.
Gwen's hormones exploded into a frantic fury. The blonde flipped Harry over. She knew that spider strength or no, he wouldn't allow her to do so. She was grateful that he did.
She slowly grabbed the bulge through the edge of his pants. The blonde fondled it through the edge of his pants with lust burning through her eyes.
"And that's for me," Gwen said. Her grin grew extremely wicked when she felt his manhood grow through the edge of his pants. "Of course it's for me. And I'm glad it's for me, I really am glad that it's for me."
Gwen pulled his throbbing cock out for her. She started between her legs and licked him all the way up. She reached his shaft.
"Worship me," Harry told her.
Gwen didn't need to even be asked twice. She engulfed his throbbing manhood deep into her mouth. She felt it go into the back of her throat. That was a great feeling, one that she couldn't replicate by any means.
Her hand wrapped around the area of his balls. She stroked him from between his legs. Her mouth brought herself down onto him again and again.
"Suck, harder," Harry suggested. His hands placed on the back of Gwen's head to guide her. She rose to the challenge and pushed her nose down to his pubic bone.
The blonde warmed him up. She didn't want him to cum, at least not in her mouth. Gwen gave him a few more passes between her lips. She continued to take him into her throat.
When his cock was lubricated, Gwen finally brought herself up for air. She pushed herself onto him. Harry removed her sport's bra and revealed her breasts. He teased her nipples, twisting them.
Gwen slithered her way out of her tight as hell pants.
"No panties?" Harry asked. He saw her mound dripping for him. She moved over, straddling his face.
"Are you complaining?" Gwen asked. The deep licking into her pussy answered that question for Gwen.
She allowed him to get wet. Well, she allowed him to get him wetter. Just by sitting here and talking with Harry, with how her hormones were, she wanted him right away.
He drove her completely wild and to an orgasm. Her juices soaked his face.
"Messy," Gwen said. She giggled. Cupping Harry's face, she licked him. "Oh, just lay there and let me clean you up."
"You wouldn't be doing your job if you didn't," Harry whispered to her. Gwen crawled backwards over his body.
Her wet pussy lips brushed over his throbbing manhood. She allowed some amazing friction to bubble over. She used her pussy to tease him again and again. His throbbing manhood was about ready to go inside her.
"Oh, this should be great," Gwen whimpered. She longed for his manhood to go through her thighs and be spiked in between her legs.
"Well, I'm sure that it's going to be," Harry said.
She impaled herself down onto his throbbing manhood. Her breasts danced next to him when she pushed herself completely up. She was inches away from driving her dripping hot pussy down onto his manhood.
Gwen bounced herself higher and higher on him. Her wet walls caressed him. The sensation of feeling Harry's massive rod spike into her drove her to hotter actions yet.
"Slow down," Harry whispered to her. He squeezed her breasts. "Relax, or you're going to burn yourself out."
Gwen about protested about the fact that she knew what she was doing. Harry turned around and held her down.
"You had your fun," Harry whispered into her ear. He nipped her on the side of her ear. "It's now my time to have mine."
Harry spread her smoldering pussy lips. He came close to pulling completely out of her. His throbbing manhood spiked into her body.
"GOD!" Gwen screamed at the top of her lungs. Her hips thrust up and pumped him deep into the depths of her hot pussy.
"Yes, yes, indeed," Harry said.
Harry held her hips, pumping her with his cock. She clutched onto the bed sheets. Her back arched with that sultry look dancing in her eyes was a winning combination as far as Harry was concerned. She brought him into her depths. Each thrust caused her to shiver. The more he worked her over, the better she felt. Each second might as well have been minutes when he kept hammering down into her body.
Gwen screamed when he bit her nipples. It felt so kinky that she couldn't hold back. Her gushing womanhood pumped him.
Harry allowed her to come down from her pleasure.
"Let's see how well you really stick to the wall."
Gwen allowed him to have his fun. She was pushed chest first into the wall. The fact she stuck to the walls by her nipples was an erotic experience.
The next feeling was even more erotic. His throbbing manhood brushed against her dripping hot slit. He held his hands onto the side of her hips and balanced himself.
It was almost like Gwen's pussy tried to suck him in. Her hot pink lips beckoned for him. His mouth pressed on the back of her neck.
"I'm driving you nuts, aren't I?"
Gwen only could respond with that with the lustful moans. The fact Harry drove her nuts was completely obvious. Next to the fact he drove his manhood deep into her smoldering hot depths.
"YES!" Gwen shrieked at the top of her lungs.
Harry smiled. He pushed her into the walls. Her damp pussy felt like a treat when he kept bringing himself into her body. The more lust she felt, the more her hot pussy burned for him.
"I love fucking your tight little pussy. I'm going to fill you up."
Gwen summoned her strength between her legs. She did her dutiful duty as his girlfriend to make sure Harry followed up on that. She climbed up the wall a little bit, to allow Harry to have leverage.
"Takes the term wall banging to an entirely new level," Gwen quipped. She looked over her shoulder towards Harry.
"Oh yes, it does," Harry said to her. His hands rested on her. He molested her tits and touched them. The heated pleasure coursing through his body caused her to whimper with desire.
Gwen felt hotter and more bothered by the fact Harry was able to keep up with her. That brought her orgasm to an intense level. She gushed with pleasure the more Harry worked around her. His fingers touched her.
Each touch caused a jolt to spread through her body. These joints caused her loins to tense up. She crushed his cock with an amazing force between her legs.
"Don't worry, I can take it."
Gwen panted. She was turned on by the fact that Harry could take the very best. She wanted him deep inside her. She wanted the insides of her walls to be painted. What she wanted was to be filled up with so much cum and cock that she didn't know what to do with it.
"Harder, deeper, deeper as you can!" Gwen howled. "RAM ME THROUGH THIS FUCKING WALL!"
Harry smiled. He could have really. He decided to throw down his thrusts. He allowed Gwen's slick walls to wrap around him. She pumped him even together.
His hands cupped her breasts and he edged her up towards the ceiling. This was an interesting angle. Gwen's back pressed against the ceiling. His hands pressed against her breasts. He pushed his mouth against her nipple and sucked on it.
Gwen mewled because of what he was doing. She really hoped that Harry did some kind of hocus pocus to deaden the sounds of him ramming her into the basement ceiling. Otherwise there would be some rather interesting sounds.
There was a loud scream that echoed from her. He pushed himself deep into her white hot depths. She clamped onto him.
"You feel so good," Harry grunted.
Gwen nodded. She clutched the back of Harry's neck so hard that she thought that it would hurt. She sunk her nails into the back of his neck.
"I know, oh god, I know," Gwen moaned. She felt his thrusts go deeper into her. He touched places that drove her to the brink of madness. She hung onto the ceiling. It was a labored effort not to drop. "You feel so good inside me."
"You're going to drown in my cum."
"GOD!" Gwen moaned to him. Her hot legs clamped around him. She knew that she needed Harry into her. His thrusts rammed into her.
Harry felt her hot and wet pussy milk him. He held himself back and also her back for as long as he could go. The two of them descended to the bed for the finale.
Gwen felt her legs spread to accommodate him. Her flexibility allowed him to sink as far into her as possible. Rapid fire thrusts battered her tight pussy. Gwen pumped her hips up and closed her legs around him. He was so very close to taking her out, she could feel it. That's what she wanted and that's what she needed.
His balls weighed heavy with cum. It would splatter inside her body at any moment.
"Let me have it!"
Gwen's passionate scream led to Harry letting her have it alright. Her own orgasm was what he let her have. Her thighs clenched around him hard.
The burst of cum from his balls shot into her. Gwen thrashed underneath him. She held onto him when he pumped into her.
Harry finished in her body. Gwen wrapped herself around him and kissed him deeply. The two of them drifted off for a couple of hours of sleep in each other's arms.
After their passionate actions both of them crashed onto the bed, literally. The real work would begin the next day. Gwen rested her head on Harry's chest. Her legs wrapped around him, still ready to go at a moment's notice.
That was the way both of them liked it.