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With a confident smile on her face, Theresa walked to Deadpool’s bedroom. She tapped lightly on the door, but knowing what a sound sleeper he was, entered without waiting for a response. Wade was in bed, and despite his goofy antics, his keen instincts opened his eyes up when he sensed someone invading his space.

He was still only half-awake, and naked underneath his bedsheet. He looked up at Theresa in surprise; she was pleased by the approving way he looked at her body. She gave him a smile.

“Good morning, Wade.”

“Morning? What’s so morning about it?”

Theresa sat down on the side of his bed, crossing one leg over the other. The lower part of her dress fell away to show the pale expanse of her beautifully tapering thigh. “Did you sleep well?”

“Nightmarish visions of the past, screams of those I’ve wronged haunting me, the usual.” Wade shifted his position to get a better look at her legs. His manhood stood to attention, raising the bedsheet like a big-top circus.

“Is that usual?” Theresa cooed, reaching out to grasp his cock through the sheet.

“In the mornings, yeah? It doesn’t have anything to do with you. Unless you want it to do with you.”

“Let’s say I do want it.” She drew the sheet away from Wade’s body and exposed his erection.

It wasn’t hard not to feel delight and anticipation at the state of it. Not only well-sized and well-shaped, but largely unmarred by the disfigurement that lurked under Wade’s mask and costume. She knew he had a complex about such things, but it really wasn’t as bad as he thought. She worked with people who were blue and green and furry—in the dark, especially, Wade was hardly hard to look at.

“I don’t know whether I should congratulate you on your size or pity you for just how hard it is. It looks as if it’s been a long time since this one’s been tended to,” Theresa said, her lilting accent making her mockery not sting so bad.

“Oh, yeah, let’s go with that. I actually really hate that one time a year when Sports Illustrated stops sending me illustrated sports and I just get a bunch of women in bikinis instead. If I wanted to see that, I’d go to the beach!”

“Let’s not have you thinking of other women at the moment,” Theresa murmured, savoring one last time the astonishing size and hardness of Wade’s endowment, before she leaned forward to take it into her mouth, closing her lips all around the knob. “Mmmmm!”

She sucked at him with her lips while her tongue licked and teased his sensitive glans. And as she leaned sideways across the bed, the slit in her dress fell open completely to show her pubic thatch. She felt Wade’s eyes between her legs, as intoxicated by the sight as by her sliding her lips down his member, taking it so deep into her mouth that the tip pressed into the back of her throat.

Theresa didn’t know if she had a thing for bad boys or just premarital sex, but she felt a forbidding thrill as she blew him, feeding her inner fires. She kept going, holding his prick with both hands while she sucked him, her head bobbing steadily up and down in his lap. Wade mumbled something—for once, he seemed speechless—and she felt him shift his position. Then his hand touched her thigh… sliding upwards… moving between her legs.

Still mouthing his cock, Theresa opened her legs, letting him know that she’d allow his focus on her sex. In fact, she was looking forward to it. Wade ran his fingertips over and between her juicy, swollen lips with surprising care, finally finding—rubbing—her aroused clit.

“GWWKH!” Theresa groaned, her mouth still full of his throbbing erection. The probing touch of his finger on her clit had given her a pulse of delight that she’d felt through her entire body.

She was sprawled across Wade’s legs, somewhat uncomfortable, but she didn’t mind. Between suckling his prick and having her wet cunt caressed, she was having too much fun. She sucked his shaft, then tongued his cockhead, switching with a shudder every time he fondled her clit. The man was surprisingly good at getting to it, again and again.

Her gown was still belted tightly, but it was loose enough that her left breast spilled out into the open over the dress’s neckline. Theresa took it in her hand and held it forward, rubbed her engorged nipple against Wade’s scrotum.

“Wow, Terry… wow!” Wade gasped.

Theresa shifted to move her thighs further apart, making it easier for Wade to touch and caress her womanhood. He took full advantage. He set his two middle fingers between Theresa’s labia and thrust them deep into her slit, stroking her sleek inner walls while rubbing her clit with the ball of his thumb.

Theresa swooned with pleasure, feeling him stroke her pussy and finger her clit. It felt so good she could barely stand it. She stopped sucking his cock, instead closing her eyes to enjoy how he was treating her pussy. But Wade wasn’t satisfied with that.

“Hey, Terry, you’d better get back to work or I’ll start doing the crank yanking myself! And believe me, that’s no pretty sight! My technique is crude, but effective!”

When she didn’t move fast enough to suit him, he clapped his free hand onto the back of her head and pushed her face down onto his groin. Her mouth filled with his bulging manhood, far more than she could take, yet Theresa only gagged a little as it rode against the roof of her mouth, then dove down her throat.

“Whoa, momma! This isn’t your first popsicle, is it, Terry?” Wade cried. “You may have to suck hard—the creamy nougat center is way down in there—but you can have all of it, baby!”

His quips and the blasé manner he displayed shocked Theresa; she felt as though he were taking her for granted, like she had to finish the blowjob she was giving him no matter how he acted. And he was obviously going to come in her mouth, whether she liked it or not. Yet, what had she expected? Wade was many things, but a gentleman was not one of them.

With a sense of resignation, Theresa pushed his hand away from her sex. She couldn’t let him keep toying with her there when she had to focus all her attention in blowing him.

She got down on the floor, kneeling beside the bed, with her torso and arms sprawled out over Wade’s lap. She again took his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue over his helmet to taste the first hot drips of his precum.

“Oh, you’re pumping my Super-Soaker all the way up, Terry! I’m just about ready to win this squirt-gun fight!” Wade cooed, running his fingers through Theresa’s blazing red hair. He pushed down on her head as his loins bucked upward, thrusting himself deep into her mouth, until his cock had nowhere to go but into her gullet.

It took all of Theresa’s concentration to relax her throat enough to let him in, to keep from gagging on his massive erection. She started to choke several times, but his enormous knob just kept going in. She felt her throat stretching for it as though he was taking her mouth’s virginity. Theresa worried he would hurt her if he stayed in there much longer. She pulled off of him, wrapping her hands around the base of his shaft as she eased it out of her mouth.

“Oh, you want to get handsy with Mr. Happy, huh? That’s okay, Terry, he’s used to it!”

With Theresa holding his cock in both hands, Wade wasn’t able to push so much of it into her. She could suck on it comfortably, without risking rubbing her throat raw, and she did so, getting considerable satisfaction out of it. Without the stress Wade had inadvertently caused her, desire began to fill her body once again.

Theresa ran her tongue happily over his swollen cockhead, then sucked it hard, taking it into her mouth until her lips were pressed against her own gripping fist. Wade was still bobbing her head with his hands, pressing himself into her mouth, but it was only a vestigial sign of his lust for her. Theresa enjoyed it as proof that he was enjoying the blowjob just like she was.

“Suck me, Terry!” Wade gasped in a harsh whisper. She guessed he was enjoying himself too much even to make any jokes. “Suck it, suck it!”

She could taste more of his salty precum—it delighted her how much of it there was, how much there promised to be when he actually came. She was eager to get his full load, anticipating the thrill she’d get when he exploded in her mouth and rewarded her with a glut of this delicious taste.

By now, Wade was crazed with lust. His eyes were clenched shut, his face swimming in sweat. Clutching handfuls of Theresa’s hair, he started volleying her up and down his prick more forcefully than before. Theresa glugged and gurgled as her throat was invaded, over and over again. She just couldn’t get used to having something so big going down her throat. Her breasts were swinging back and forth, working their way out of her dress as Wade kept pulling her almost upright and then sending her flying back down his shaft.

“Arggg!” she groaned, gasping for breath. She decided she’d had enough of Wade’s lack of consideration. He’d treated her like a princess as he’d courted her, after all, and now that she’d given herself to him, she expected the same respect.

Angrily pushing his hands off of her, Theresa straightened up until his prick was out of her mouth. “That’s enough!” she exclaimed to Wade’s gaping look of surprise.

“What?”

“Don’t you realize I’m not some daft glove you can slip on your own hand as you’re touching yourself!?”

Her eyes were on fire as she came up to her full height, her breasts swaying outside of her gown, which was now a mess awkwardly swathed around her waist.

“Now you listen to me!” she told him, fumbling with her knotted up dress as she kept speaking to Wade. “I wouldn’t be sucking you off if I didn’t like it! And I wouldn’t be trying to get you off so hard if I didn’t like the thought of that as well! But just because I’m your fantasy woman doesn’t mean you get to treat me as though there’s nothing to me but your own pleasure! Do you understand what I’m saying here?”

Wade was stunned, abashed by Theresa’s sudden anger. And a little concerned that she’d leave him hanging when he was so close to getting with her.

He grew quiet, even ignoring the pulsating stiffness of his unattended erection. “Yeah, Theresa, I do. I’m really sorry if I wasn’t considerate enough for you. It’s… been a while since I’ve done this—like this—with someone I want to like me.”

“I hope you mean that, Wade.”

“I do! I absolutely do!”

“Okay then.”

Theresa had succeeded in getting her dress squared away. Now, nonchalantly, she shrugged it off and let it fall to the floor. Seeing Wade’s face light up, she put her hands on her hips and showed herself off.

“Tell me something, Wade—is this what you want? My body? Is it everything you’d hoped for?”

Wade sat up in bed. “Fuck yeah!” he gasped out. “Terry, you’re like the perfect woman! Listen to me—I’m not even joking. I just want to tell you what a beautiful body you have!”

Theresa felt a rush of delight at his words, sweeping away her anger. “Tell me what you like about it.”

Wade climbed out of bed, getting closer to her. “Those boobs! Geez! They’re incredible! Just the right size, baby! You’ve got tits so great, it makes me actually wanna do foreplay!”

Theresa swept her hands up under her breasts and held them up, as if showing every freckle on her pale flesh to Wade’s boggling eyes. “They are pretty nice,” she said slyly. “What about my pussy?”

“Holy shit, Terry, I don’t know if I want to eat it or fuck it! I swore off Mexican food after my last visit to Taco Bell and their restroom, but your taco has me wanting to go south of the border, andale! Andale!”

“You really want to go down on me?”

“Absolutely, babycakes,” Wade said, sliding an arm around her waist. He pulled her towards the bed. “What, do you think you won’t taste good? Relax, toots—why do you think they call you a ginger?”

Theresa giggled as she stretched out on the bed. “Alright, Wade. Show me you’re not just bullshitting me. I want that mouth of yours doing something useful for a change!”

Wade mounted the foot of the bed. “The doctor said I should eat more greens…”