Yours

Under the influence of champagne, pills, lonely nights, and fantasies of Nick Katzenberg, MJ kissed Nick deeply, her passions rising higher and higher.

She couldn't get enough of Katzenberg, her body underneath him grinding and maneuvering against him. She could feel him, his length, his strength, his large cock not-so-hidden underneath his pants. It was bulging against her, her only salvation from that thick monster plunging inside her was a couple layers of thin fabric.

"Mmfmmm... ohhhhh... Nicky....," Mary Jane moaned out in-between kisses.

"Ohhh... Red... fuck....Mmmmf...I want you....mmmmf...so bad," Katzenberg responded.

His hands wandered all over her body, sliding through open slits in the dress to rub her heated skin. He grasped at her hips, pulling her into him. He slid down her thighs, enjoying the smooth, silky legs. He grasped at her breasts, kneading and groping her intensely.

As he kissed her bare neck, MJ was wrapping her legs around his wide frame, locking him into her.

"Ooooohhhhhhh....Nicky......yesssssssss," she continued, her hips gyrating against his.

Before too long, they both felt the limousine come to a halt. They had arrived.

Getting out of the limo didn't stop their actions ar all. They kissed and groped their way up the elevator ride to his penthouse suite.

*ding*

As the doors opened, they fell out, lips locked together.

"mmffffmmmm.... ohhh..Nicky.... fuck.... I.... I... need this," she moaned out her admission.

MJ couldnt help it. She was drowning in unanswered arousal. If only Pete had been around in the past two weeks.

Lost in temptation, she started undressing Katzenberg, tossing his coat to the floor and unbuttoning his shirt.

"mmmhhmm.... yeah baby...you do...mmmhhhh.. and I'm gonna give it.... mmmhh.. to ya," he responded, their tongues dancing with each other.

Katzenberg tugged down MJ's dress letting her perfect tits sit out. He couldn't help remarking on them as he drags a long, wet tongue over them.

"Fucking...mmfmm... beautiful.... fuckin... mmmfmmm.. tits."

MJ wasn't even listening to Katzenberg. She just kept going, unbuckling his belt and working fast to slide his pants down. While she worked his fly and zipper, she was mesmerized by his cock underneath, palming the almost erect length underneath.

"Ooohhh.. fuck... I.... I... need this," she repeated, before finally getting eyes on the prize.

He stood against her naked, her grasping both hands around his length.

*fuck... he is so big* she thought.

Katzenberg finished the job and draged the rest of the dress down.

Both naked, they took a moment looking at each other. Without warning, he pushed her body against the long glass windows overlooking Manhattan. Her ass was smooshed against the window as he kissed along her neck, trying to position her for his cock.

"ooh... yeahhh... I'm so...mmmfmm... fuckin ready for you Red."

He drove his cock, up and down past her body, one of her legs hoisted high in his arm to give him better access.

Back and forth, back and forth, teasing MJ's entrance as her wet cunt slathered up his large cock. As he pushed the head right at her waiting pussy, she tensed up.

She saw a streaking color in the sky.

"Peter?" She asked out loud.

With her body so exposed, her most intimate parts mere millimeters from being violated, she mumurs a single word, "no."

Katzenberg was losing her, he had to reign her in. She couldn't be out here, exposed to the New York skyline. She'd think about Spider-Man, about Peter. He needed to change the venue.

Killing her second thoughts, he picked her up and moved her to his bedroom.