NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 2: Chapter 2
He would report anyone else, but he felt a sense of goodness in Black Cat, unlike with his other masked adversaries. Her behavior was usually a way to grab his attention, which consistently succeeded, and she seldom intended to cause trouble, so he hardly ever reported her.
It brought him more sorrow to catch her repeatedly only to let her go back into the city's chaos, but he understood that imprisoning her would be pointless. A woman with her skills and allure could escape the bars in no time at all.
Speaking of flat, she was definitely not, and he observed this each time they met. Her breasts were remarkably large, but they did not droop at all. They stuffed her suit to the brim, featuring a deep slit down the front that revealed the curve of her chest and just beneath.
He would speculate that the reason her allure often failed to affect him, despite its effectiveness, was that she activated it right after an exciting pursuit, making her breathless with her chest rising and falling, rising and falling, rising and falling.
Occasionally, sweat would cover her tanned skin, and the moonlight would bounce off it, just like it was now, complementing the shine of her leather catsuit. Certainly, it would be wrong not to highlight the legs and backside of a woman as fit as she is.
Whenever Cat pinned Spidey, she would straddle him, and he could feel her strong, toned thigh muscles wrap around his hips. During his fervent chase, he consistently felt the urge to admire her curvy, heart-shaped rear, seemingly yearning to escape its snug leather confines.
Even with the clear sexual tension, they had never acted on it. Not even a peck. Spidey was courageously loyal to Mary Jane and would never betray her, even for a woman who was even more curvaceous than she.
A sudden cough from Cat, laced with a pretentious tone, jolted Spidey back to reality, and he recognized he had been fixated on his captive's chest for quite a while.
It was difficult to see where Spider-Man was focused with those large white eyes, but it was quite clear to her that his gaze was fixed on her ample bosom.
"Once more, I'm pleased you agree, Spidey," she joked, having caught him glancing at her breasts several times before.
She lifted her upper body slightly, arching her back a bit and shot him a 'come get me' glance while making her breasts appear even bigger and perkier.
She wasn't sure if he would accept it, however, since she had worn that expression every time they encountered each other in the last year, and all she received from him was a shaky tone in his voice and a partially tight fit in his spandex.
Although she never received anything from the man she adored, the hero she had fallen for, she still enjoyed teasing him just the same.
"I'm sorry, but I c-can't," came the shaky reply, "manage this tonight, C-cat." "I have different plans." With a bag of cash in one hand and a rising erection in his trousers, he started to ascend the web line he had made just before he heard her vocalize once more.
"That's not the entire amount," she stated plainly.
Halting, he glanced down, catching a clear view down her top, though it revealed no more than any other angle, and noticed her smiling back at him. He gently lowered himself, released the web, and stood upright to talk to her directly. "What are you trying to say?"
"Precisely what I mentioned." That isn't the complete amount of money. "You're missing roughly...two thousand," she teasingly taunted him, her smile growing wider as she showcased her pearly whites.
He lifted an eyebrow and stared at her intensely to see if she was being dishonest. "You're misinformed." "You're playing with me, ONCE MORE," he said, turning away from her, lifting a hand to shoot web at the closest structure to swing off before she could dig her claws further into him.
"Maybe, but if I'm correct and you give them the cash and they notice two thousand is gone, they'll suspect that their friendly local Spider-Man is pocketing some for himself," she argued. She wasn't mistaken, either.
Even though the residents of New York adored and valued Spider-Man, numerous individuals, particularly the police, sought justification to incarcerate him. Understanding this, Spider-Man lowered his head with a sigh and walked away.
"Okay, so where is the cash?" he casually inquired.
"Tied to my thigh," she confessed with the most alluring gaze, lifting her leg slightly to draw his focus to it even further.
He observed the leg muscles contract and push against the leather. He swallowed hard, realizing that the sole way to retrieve it would be to reach inside, and with that snug outfit, there wasn't much space to move.
He then understood that this had to be a ploy. This is precisely what she would say to make him touch her thigh and entice him more. "...You're not telling the truth," he eventually replied after a few moments of contemplation.