Where do you think?

He opened the door to his penthouse knowing exactly who was on the other side. MJ didn't wait as she put her arms around the Kingpin and hungrily kissed his lips. She didn't need to make love. She didn't need to be held. She needed to be fucked; to be taken hard.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Fisk asked with a hint of knowing sarcasm.

"My dumbass husband. I'm tired of his holier-tham-thou attitude! I'm working my ass off to protect him and pay for our livelihood and he goes around micromanaging every little thing I do! Ugh!" She yelled out in frustration as she sunk to her knees and fished out his cock. "I need this. I need your delicious cock!" She couldn't help herself as she kissed his tip, her lips sinfully lingering. She let her tongue trace down his massive length until she reached his balls, which she took to kissing and worshipping.

"He's so weak!" She cried out between kisses. "He can't even fuck me right! He can't provide for me!" She ran her tongue back up to the top. "Not like this cock can! Not like you can!"

The Kingpin couldn't keep the wicked smile off his face. "Why are you still with him, then?"

"Because—!" She stopped herself. "Because I love him!"

"Do you now? But why? He doesn't protect you or provide for you. He doesn't satisfy your needs. Tell me, Ms. Watson: over the past few months, who has been a better husband? Spider-Man? Or the man you supposedly hate so much?"

Mary Jane hesitated. She shouldn't have, but she did. Fisk had been more than generous to her. Of course, there was plenty of fucking, but... she liked it. Loved it, even. He bought her nice things, gave her nice meals, and provided for her. More than that, he was a hell of a man and she knew he could protect her. He had no allegiances to other people or the city or anything like that. He was concerned with himself and the things that belonged to him.

And she belonged to him.

Maybe it was time for her to be selfish. Maybe it was time for Mary Jane Watson to finally be put first in a relationship. "you're right," she said quietly. "You're right! You're a much better husband, no, man than he is! Why should I be with him when the superior man is right in front of me?" A wicked smirk crossed her face, but it felt good.

"Good girl. Now, why don't you show much just how much more you want me. How much more you... love me." He petted her head and stood back.