Netori: Marvel Universe Erotica

Chapter 2: Chapter 2: Forbidden Pleasure with Jean Grey in Office R18

Jean slowly opened her eyes, her hand still resting on Mu Chen’s shoulder. Her breathing was ragged and uneven. Her body felt raw and hypersensitive, like every nerve was exposed and burning.

Her pussy was still twitching and leaking steadily, the soaked fabric of her panties clinging wetly to her swollen folds. Every small movement made another warm trickle of slick slide down her inner thigh.

Her clit throbbed painfully with every heartbeat. Her nipples were tight and aching, rubbing against her blouse with each breath and sending sharp sparks straight down between her legs.

When she finally looked up at him, Mu Chen was already watching her. His eyes were calm, dark, and knowing. There was no surprise on his face — only a faint, confident smirk, like he already knew this would happen.

Jean’s throat felt dry.

I should pull my hand away. I should tell him to leave. I’m married... I love my husband. This is wrong.

But her body refused to listen.

The images he had shown her were still burning in her mind — the way she had moaned his name, the way her own face had twisted in pleasure, the way her married cunt had stretched and creamed around his cock.

Those visions had felt too real. And now her body was still throbbing from the orgasm he had pulled out of her without even touching her.

She tried to steady her breathing, but it only made her more aware of how wet she was. Her panties were completely ruined. Her thighs were sticky. Her clit was swollen and begging for more. The ache between her legs had not faded after she came — it had only grown worse.

"You really came hard," Mu Chen said as he leaned in a little closer. She could feel his breath against her skin. "Such a strong smell you have."

As he spoke, his hand moved behind her and grabbed her ass through her skirt, squeezing the plump flesh firmly.

Jean’s breath hitched. The moment his hand touched her ass, something inside her snapped.

I shouldn’t... I really shouldn’t...

But her body moved on its own.

She suddenly pulled her hand from his shoulder to the back of his neck and yanked him down toward her. Their mouths crashed together in a messy, desperate kiss.

Jean kissed him hard, almost frantically, her lips parting as she pushed her tongue into his mouth.

Mu Chen responded immediately, his tongue sliding against hers, hot and demanding. He sucked on her tongue for a moment before kissing her deeper, their mouths moving together in a wet, hungry rhythm.

Saliva mixed between them as she moaned softly into his mouth, her fingers tightening on the back of his neck.

His hand on her ass gripped harder, fingers digging into the plump flesh through her skirt. He squeezed and kneaded her ass roughly, pulling her closer against him. Jean’s body jolted at the touch.

A sharp wave of guilt hit her — this wasn’t her husband’s hand. Someone else was groping her ass, touching what only Scott was supposed to touch. But instead of stopping her, the thought sent a fresh rush of heat between her legs.

Her pussy clenched and leaked even more, soaking her already ruined panties.

She pressed herself harder against him, her sensitive breasts rubbing against his chest as they kissed.

Mu Chen’s other hand slid between their bodies and grabbed one of her heavy tits through her blouse. He squeezed it firmly, his thumb brushing over her hard nipple. Jean gasped into his mouth, her body shuddering from the contact.

The kiss grew messier. Their tongues slid against each other, wet and urgent. He sucked on her lower lip before pushing his tongue back into her mouth, kissing her like he wanted to devour her.

Jean’s mind was spinning. She knew this was wrong. She knew she was married. But the way he was touching her — the way his hand was squeezing her ass and groping her breast — was making her body burn with a need she hadn’t felt in years.

Mu Chen’s hand on her breast squeezed harder, almost possessively. Jean couldn’t hold back anymore.

"Mmmmph... ummm," A loud, broken moan escaped her throat as she pulled back from the kiss, her lips wet and slightly swollen as she looked up at him.

"Look at you now," he said calmly, his voice low and teasing. "A few minutes ago, you were telling me I was being bold... and now you’re the one who pulled me in and kissed me like you were starving."

Jean’s breath hitched. She opened her mouth to reply, but Mu Chen leaned in and pressed his lips against the side of her neck. He kissed her slowly, then dragged his tongue over her skin before sucking gently.

A shiver ran down her spine. Without thinking, she tilted her head to the side, giving him more access even as guilt twisted in her stomach.

"I think we should stop... this is wrong," she whispered, her voice shaky. "I’m married, Mu Chen..."

He didn’t stop. His hand kept playing with her breast, squeezing and kneading the heavy flesh while his other hand stayed on her ass, gripping it possessively. He kissed higher up her neck, then bit down lightly on the sensitive spot just below her ear.

"You say it’s wrong," he murmured against her skin, "but your body is telling me something else. Your nipple is so hard I can feel it through your blouse."

Jean’s thighs pressed together on their own. A fresh wave of slick leaked out of her, instead of pushing him away, her hand stayed on the back of his neck, holding him close.

Mu Chen pulled back just enough to look at her. His eyes were dark and calm. He leaned in again and caught her lower lip between his teeth, biting it gently before sucking on it.

"Your lips tasted so good when you were kissing me," he spoke against her mouth. "So soft and desperate. Like you’ve been wanting this for a long time."

Jean’s face burned. She could still feel the ghost of his mouth on hers. Her body was reacting to every touch — his hand on her breast, his fingers digging into her ass, his lips so close to hers.

It was making her fall more and more for this person, despite knowing she is happily married. She has a husband, who loves her. But right now, all she could think about was how badly she wanted Mu Chen to keep touching her.

She looked at him, her eyes hazy with lust and guilt, and whispered,

"...Then don’t stop."

And for the first time in years, she wasn’t thinking about being a wife or a teacher.

She was only thinking about how badly she needed more.

Mu Chen didn’t answer with words. He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her into another kiss — this one much hungrier than before. Their mouths crashed together roughly.

Jean moaned into his mouth as his tongue pushed past her lips, sliding against hers with deep, wet strokes. She kissed him back just as desperately, her hands clutching his shirt as their tongues moved together in a messy, urgent rhythm.

While they kissed, Mu Chen pushed himself off the desk. He turned her body and pressed her back against the edge of the desk without breaking the kiss. Jean felt his hands move down to her skirt.

He gripped the fabric tightly and yanked it up roughly to her waist in one motion. The cool air hit her bare thighs and soaked panties, but she didn’t stop him. She only felt a strong wave of anticipation mixed with guilt.

Her pussy had been throbbing and leaking for so long that she could barely think straight. Mu Chen kept kissing her deeply, his tongue sucking on hers as one of his hands slid between her legs. He pushed her panties to the side and ran two fingers along her soaked folds.

Jean’s legs trembled. A soft, shaky moan escaped into his mouth as his fingers touched her. She was so wet that his fingers instantly became coated in her juices. She bucked her hips forward, desperately trying to get more friction against his hand.

"Mmmh... ahh—" she moaned into the kiss, her hips moving on their own.

Mu Chen slowly pulled back from the kiss, breaking it. A thin string of saliva connected their lips for a second before it snapped.

He looked at her with dark, calm eyes while his fingers kept rubbing her wet pussy. Then he brought his soaked fingers up between them, showing her how glistening, they were.

"So desperate..." he said in a low, teasing voice. "Look how fucking wet you are. Your married cunt is dripping all over my fingers."

Jean’s face burned with shame and arousal. She stared at his wet fingers, breathing hard. Her hips were still twitching slightly, as if her body was chasing his touch even now.

"I... I can’t help it," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "You made me like this..."

"Then let me make more comfortable for you,’ Mu Chen leaned in and started unbuttoning her blouse with his free hand, one button at a time, while his other hand went back between her legs.

He pushed two fingers inside her without warning and started rubbing her clit with his thumb in slow, firm circles.

"Ohh... ahhhh... yess..." Jean gasped loudly, her head falling back slightly as he fingered her. When he finally opened her blouse completely, her black bra came into view.

Mu Chen immediately grabbed one of her heavy breasts over the bra and squeezed it roughly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh while his other hand kept working between her legs.

"Ahh... oh... ahh... Mu Chen..." Jean moaned, her voice breaking as his fingers moved faster inside her. Her hips jerked forward again, grinding against his hand.

"Professor, your cunt is being too greedy," Mu Chen said in a low, calm voice near her ear. "Look at how desperately it’s gripping my fingers."

"Ugh... ahh... fuck..." Jean could only moan in response. Her hips kept bucking against his hand as she held onto his shoulders for support.

With a casual thought from Mu Chen, her bra unhooked on its own. He pulled it down, spilling her heavy breasts out into the open.

He immediately grabbed one of her heavy breasts, the soft flesh overflowing in his palm. He squeezed it roughly, kneading and reshaping it with his fingers as they sank deep into the supple skin.

It felt warm and incredibly soft in his hand. His other hand stayed buried between her legs, fingers still moving inside her soaked pussy.

"Mmph... ahhh... ahhhh." Jean moaned at his words, her head tilting back slightly.

She was watching herself — her bare breasts being sucked and bitten by her student, her skirt hiked up, and Mu Chen’s fingers buried deep inside her married cunt.

The sight of herself being touched like this by someone who wasn’t her husband sent another rush of heat through her body.

Mu Chen leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth without warning. He sucked on it hard, then bit down gently before licking over it with his tongue. Jean’s hips jerked forward, grinding against his fingers as a broken moan escaped her lips.

"Ahh... Mu Chen..." she gasped, her voice shaky.

He pulled back just enough to speak, his lips brushing against her wet nipple.

"Your nipples taste amazing," he said, squeezing both her tits again. "And this cheating married cunt... it’s dripping all over my hand."

Jean’s face burned with shame and arousal. She could feel how wet she was — her juices were coating his fingers and dripping down his wrist.

Instead of pulling away, she pushed her chest forward, silently offering her breast to his mouth again.

Mu Chen smirked and went back to sucking on her nipple, this time more roughly. He bit and licked while his fingers inside her started moving faster, curling against that sensitive spot with every thrust. His palm kept kneading her soft breast, squeezing it hard enough to leave faint red marks on her skin.

Jean moaned brokenly, her hips jerking as his fingers moved faster. She could feel another orgasm building quickly. Her black-stockinged legs were already shaking.

"Ahh... Mu Chen...ummm ahhh I’m close..." she cried out, her voice high and desperate.

Mu Chen didn’t slow down. He sucked on her nipple again, biting it lightly while his fingers curled hard inside her, rubbing her g-spot relentlessly. His thumb kept rubbing her swollen clit in fast circles.

"Ughhhhh ohhhh fuckkkkkk cumming...." Jean’s body suddenly locked up. A loud, broken moan tore from her throat as she came hard on his fingers.

Her pussy clamped down and squirted, soaking his hand and wrist as her knees buckled. She grabbed onto him desperately, her arms wrapping around his neck as her legs gave out.

Mu Chen held her up with one arm around her waist while his fingers kept moving inside her through her orgasm, drawing it out. Jean trembled violently in his arms, moaning and shaking as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.