***(R18+ Start)***
"Oh, yes! Yeayesyesyes! Fuck me, you stud! Fuuuuck me!"
Jessica Jones was many things. One of those things was a bitch in heat that loved dick. "Mmmph! Make me cum! Make me cum! Nnngggh!" Jessica was loud and eager and very much into getting her brains rocked. One arm was around Felix stood and held her up by her thighs as his cock shaped her pussylips. She arched her back, her breasts emphasized as he fucked her in the crude, standing position. Always looking forward, always feeling his dick, and never looking at him.
If there was a mirror, Jessica would have realized just how similar she was to a whore—and dropped on his dick harder if he could. Alas, she was at his mercy. She was going up and down at the whims of a man she barely knew.
Schlap–! Schlap–! Schlap–! Schlap–! Schlap–!
Super strength and super equilibrium came in handy when it came to sex. He walked around, carrying Jessica who slid up and down his dick, and went to the kitchen. While she cooed and moaned, he casually took out a glass from the cabinets, opened up the refrigerator, and served himself a glass of pineapple juice. Gulp, gulp, gulp.
"Ah~" He unhooked an arm and wiped his mouth with his bare sleeve.
'I dunno if it's true what they say about pineapple but…' Releasing the glass, he re-hooked his arms onto her thighs tightly. Her legs spread wide, pussylips in the shape of his girthy cock, he began fucking her in earnest. Before, he was using lazy movements. Letting Jessica dictate the pace with him merely following.
Now, it was all about Felix. Now, Felix dominated, thrusting his hips up and up and up. Balls-slapping and cock going at angles not previously discovered.
"You're fuuucking me soooo deeep~!"
Schlap–! Schlap–! Schlap–! Schlap–! Schlap–!
"Your husband really didn't take care of you, huh?" Thrust, thrust, thrust. A tight orgasm followed where Jessica squealed. "Sheesh. There, there, and there. It's not like he didn't bother."
"He neeever bothered with me! He was always investigating a-and fucking off with his job!" Jessica, panting, turned her face towards him, her hand weakly lifting itself to caress his cheek. "Enough about him and more about me! I told you, big dicks get biiiig privileges—mmmph!"
"I hope one of those privileges!" Thrusting again, Felix grinned. "Is getting you to fuck whenever I please!"
"Yes! Yes! Yeees! Whenever you want! Whenever, wherever! Just fuuuck meee~!"
Her juicy fluids fell like rain. It wasn't a matter of being a squirter but simply the amount of times she came and how wet she was. Felix was unbelievable. He was phenomenal in all the ways her husband wasn't. Attentive, bigger dicked, and most of all communicative.
He talked to her. He actually listened to her. He wanted to hear what she wanted and how she wanted it. Felix had never done stand and carry sex, but unlike Luke, he was open to the idea. He was kinky and open. Jessica loved it. She loved his dick on top of his willingness to fuck her in all the ways she wanted.
His cock throbbed inside her like a wild animal and her walls clenched down on him with equal vigour. She was a woman that fought to the very end. Her titties and legs bounced as his dick gave her those wonderful kisses. Her moans became louder and more obscene as he continued.
There was no stopping him. He was like a machine.
Schlap–! Schlap–! Schlap–! Schlap–! Schlap–!
Suffice to say…
"I'm cumming again!"
…Jessica remembered why she chose not to go to a club again. This man was like superhuman and she came for the tenth time that afternoon. Panting heavily, her body going limp and slowing down on her responses, she realized there more was to come. Because while she was tiring out, Felix was not.
"Come on," Felix whispered in her ear. "You said to fuck till you forgot the shape of your husband's cock."
Between her heavy breathing, she smiled and leaned in for a kiss. Felix readily accepted, his cock still lodged inside her. "Mmm…" Upon the end of the kiss, her eyes became cloudy. "I did say that, didn't I?"
Her face lowered slightly. There it was—Jessica Jones' iconic fuck-me eyes. "And I mean to do it," Felix said.
Her smile curved upwards. "I know you will."
Because of their last session, Jessica wasn't exactly in tip-top condition. Her core ached slightly and her legs didn't work with the same efficiency that she wanted them to. That meant it was up to Felix to pick up the pace.
In other words, it was up to him to dominate.
The two of them fucked everywhere. On the toilet seat, inside the shower stall, on top of the kitchen table—wherever and whenever they could. It was a fuck-fest, pure and simple, with a woman that had been divorced a week ago. A married pussy, more or less, that was experiencing good dick after years of boredom and loneliness.
They even fucked while opening the front door. The mailman knocked and Jessica in all her drunken wisdom decided to open it as he fucked her doggy-style.
"H-hello–mmmh." She was cut off by the door closing again. She reopened it, offering an inch wide crack to show her weary eyes. The mailman blinked, puzzled, though electing not to comment on it.
"Is this Mrs. Jessica Cages?" the mailman asked. From what Felix could see, he was a handsome young man in his late twenties. Somebody that made good money, probably, and did his job to utmost perfection.
"It's Ms. Jessica Jones now, b-babe." Clap–! Clap–! Clap–! Felix's thrusts were slow and drawn out, as if his dick was unwinding her insides. "I-I'm divorced."
"I see. Well, this is for you from the IRS. You have tax files to fill since last year—"
"Yes!" Jessica exclaimed, shuddering. Felix's cock was fucking monstrous, the tiniest change in pace causing her to absolutely drip in her own fluids. Her eyes nearly rolled back and she struggled to gather bearings again. "Yes, yes, that's—ahem! Yes, I know!"
"You know? Then I hope we can devise a plan for—"
"Coming!"
Felix grit his teeth as her walls tightened. Like fuck! The whore wasn't just tight, she was responding to him too! While talking to the mailman and declaring that she was "Coming", her ass cheeks slammed back into him. Just an hour ago, she said her legs were killing her. Now she was doing this? Talk about a loose tongue.
"...excuse me?"
Clap–! Clap–! Clap–! Clap–!
Just barely, the mailman was able to make out the sound. Luckily, Felix had the care and skill not to make it too loud.
"I'll come! To the IRS place! I'll do all the writing stuff!" Jessica added, huffing. "I-I'm going to cum! Don't worry!!"
"O-okay." The mailman adjusted his blue hat. "Just call the IRS, the number is in the letter, and you can schedule a meeting."
"T-thank you!" Through the tiny crack, her fingers slipped by and waved for the letter. Tentatively, the mailman handed it over. He stood for a moment, squinting.
"Um, are you—"
"Bye!"
Jessica slammed the door shut, tossed away the letter, and moaned out, "Keeep fuuucking meeee~!"
Felix most certainly did. All this time, she had been clamping down on him hard. Now that the door was closed and the mailman potentially heard her—hell, who was he kidding, he definitely heard her—it was making her all the more hornier. Her hips began to move on their own, smacking against his pelvis as she took in his big dick over and over again.
Jessica was a champ for dick and Felix loved it. Eventually, they moved on from the front door and went back to bed because that was where Felix worked best.
Clap–! Clap–! Clap–! Clap–! Clap–! Clap–! Clap–! Clap–!
Down on her hands and knees, hips raised, head and arms flat on the mattress, Felix plowed her sorry cunt. Schlap! Schlap! Schlap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Pelvis to ass, his cock drilled inside her and she loved it.
"Loveitloveitloveit…" Jessica muttered, cheek flat down, drool leaking from the corner of her mouth. Her body trembled and her ass cheeks made waves as he fucked her, his hands on the sides of her booty.
Felix had to admit: Jessica was great. 'If all freshly divorced women are like this, then damn! I'll fuck them all!'
The bed trembled and the marriage photo on her side table fell over. Jessica didn't care though. She had been meaning to put it down. Luke…Luke didn't matter.
"All that matters is this dick," she mumbled.
Clap–! Clap–! Clap–! Clap–! Clap–! Clap–! Clap–! Clap–!
"Is that right?" Their pace was slow, the heated nature gone. All that remained was his load. "I'm cumming."
Rather than a glamorous creampie, Felix pulled out, slapped his cock on her booty, and shot out several shots of cum down her backside and hair. "Phew!" Strings of thick white flew across the room, hitting the headboard, before tapering off and adding a new flavour to her complexion. He gave her curvy, emphasized ass a smack before sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Haa…haa…" Jessica shifted slightly. "Not gonna cum inside?" she asked.
"Not today. I have been informed that nutting inside isn't a wise idea." He glanced at her. "Unless you're taking the pill, then it's fine."
"Do I look like the kind of chick that takes a pill?"
"No."
"...yeah, you're right." Her eyes twinkled. "But wait, you have a roster or something?"
Felix laughed and rolled his shoulders. "No, nothing like that. Just been grimly reminded that sex can potentially lead to children, is all."
***(R18+ End)***
"Mmm." Jessica let her hips drop to the floor, her flat on the mattress. "Could you grab my phone?"
"Sure." He went over to the side table, cock softening, and handed it over. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before turning on her phone. After a few clicks, she sighed in disappointment.
"What's up?" he asked, curious.
"Been sending out my resume but been getting little in way of a response."
"A job, huh?" She did mention wanting to go into security.
'Security, huh…' He glanced at her. Jessica was rough around the edges, though by no means an idiot. Maybe…
"What credentials do you have?"
"I was a private investigator, remember? And I've had my security license for decades. I can make shit up."
He didn't want to get too manipulative but…
"If it's a security job you need, I might be able to help."
Jessica raised a brow. "Oh?"
***
Oscorp's security team was compromised, or so the executives and higher-ups believed. Regardless of whether it was true, there was a desire to quietly replace and expand their security team.
> Dr. Octavius: Thank you! My bosses will appreciate the rec!
> Felix: No problem.
He had Jessica send him her CV and resume, and then sent that over to Dr. Octavius, who would in turn give it to the head of security. Hopefully things would work out for her.
Felix headed back to Harlem by jogging. Nighttime was at its peak so he accelerated with an extra oomph of speed. His apartment came into view in record time: ten minutes. He swiped his key card, went up the stairs, and…
"Oh, Maria, what's up?"
He opened the door to see a dark-coated detective leaning on the wall next to his unit door. After seeing him, she pushed herself off and faced him.
"You're home late," Maria stated.
His face delved into confusion. "And you've been waiting, why…?"
"For confirmation. Dr. Octavius did invite you, right? If you're not able to get in, then our plans are ruined."
Ah, right. Fair enough.
"I got the invite," Felix said. "She said she would pick me up."
Maria nodded. "That's all I needed to know." She started her first steps towards him, probably intended to go to the staircase.
"Hey, hold up, you should stay over." Felix put a hand on her shoulder, stopping. "It's way too dark."
"...okay."
'Oh, that was easy. I thought she'd be picky about it.'
He half-expected her to be more particular about her plans, but tonight…she was different. There was a shift in the air, an unspoken understanding that transcended their usual interactions.
Maria could have just as easily texted him the next day, but she didn't. She willingly came here and stayed out for hours.
As they entered the apartment, the door closed behind them, enclosing the space in a shared sense of warmth and quiet. Felix felt the need to break the tension.
"How about we unwind a bit?" Felix suggested. Maria's face scrunched up and he promptly added, "I've got some wine."
That seems to garner her interest. The offer hung in the air, and for a brief moment, the room seemed to hold its breath.
"Okay."
In his apartment was a gorgeous woman, some wine, and a bit of heated tension. Tonight would be interesting, that was for sure.