Netori: Marvel Universe Erotica

Chapter 27: Chapter 27: Taking Jean Grey in Middle of Lecture R18

After a moment, Jean turned back around to face the class, setting her stylus down on the desk. Her face still felt warm, but she forced herself to focus.

"Alright," she said, keeping her voice steady. "Kitty, what’s the formula for work done by a constant force?"

"W = F·d, Professor," Kitty answered immediately.

"Correct."

As Jean nodded, Mu Chen’s voice slipped into her mind again — lower and more direct than before.

I bet if I slid my hand inside your panties right now, I’d find you dripping...

Jean’s breath caught for a second. She quickly looked down at her tablet, pretending to check something while her thighs pressed together under the desk. Her mental voice reached him a moment later, thick with heat and filled with arousal.

You wouldn’t even need to slide your hand in... If you lift my dress right now, you’d already see me dripping down my thighs. There’s a wet patch on my panties too. I can feel it sticking to my pussy every time I move.

Rogue raised her hand. "What if the force is at an angle?"

Jean turned slightly to answer, her voice calm even as another wave of warmth spread between her legs.

"Then we use the component along the displacement," she replied. "W = Fd cos θ."

While the students were busy noting down the formula, Jean’s mental voice returned, even more shameless than before.

You’re staring at my ass like you want to rip this dress off right here, aren’t you?

Jean teased, deliberately turning her body just enough to give him a better view of her curves from the side.

Her hand slowly slid down her thigh as she pretended to adjust the hem of her dress, fingers brushing dangerously close to the inside of her leg before she straightened up again.

Mu Chen’s jaw tightened from the back of the class. His cock was already half-hard, pressing uncomfortably against his pants.

Jean gave him a smile, before she walked slowly toward the board again, her hips swaying with deliberate, exaggerated slowness.

Every step made her heavy breasts shift noticeably under the thin black dress. She knew he was watching. She could feel his eyes on her body like a physical touch.

She paused at the board and bent forward slightly to write another equation, arching her back just enough to push her ass out. The dress stretched tightly over her curves.

Jean... I’m going to fuck you. Right now. In the middle of this lecture. I’m going to shove my cock deep into that dripping married cunt while the whole class sits before us.

Mu Chen slowly rose from his seat. Jean’s eyes followed him as he started walking toward her.

The horny redhead looked out at the students and spoke, her voice seeming to echo both aloud and inside their minds.

"Class, focus on your work and pay no attention to Mu Chen. He’s not even here."

And just like that, the classroom forgot all about Mu Chen. As far as the students were concerned, he simply wasn’t there.

Jean remained beside her desk, her heart pounding as she watched him draw closer with every step. By now, she was certain she was about to have one unforgettable experience.

Mu Chen pulled her in by the waist the moment he reached her, pressing her body firmly against his. Jean could feel the hard, thick outline of his cock straining against his pants, pressing right against her lower stomach. A sharp thrill ran through her.

She didn’t resist. Instead, she leaned in, grabbed the front of his shirt, and dragged her tongue slowly across his jaw before licking up toward his mouth.

Her hand slid down between them, boldly cupping the hard bulge in his pants. It was thick and heavy, throbbing against her palm.

"I love how hard it feels," she whispered against his skin, her voice husky. "Looks like you were really having a hard time controlling yourself..."

Mu Chen let out a low, rough chuckle. His hand slid down and grabbed her ass through the dress, squeezing it hard enough to make her gasp.

"Says who?" he muttered, his voice dark with lust. "The one who’s leaking like a faucet without even being touched?"

Before she could reply, Mu Chen crushed his mouth against hers. The kiss was nothing like the ones they had shared before. It was wild, messy, and almost violent in its hunger.

He ate at her mouth like he was starving for it. His tongue pushed past her lips and dominated the kiss completely, licking deep into her mouth with raw hunger.

Jean felt like she was being kissed against her will — not that she wanted him to stop. His tongue explored every corner of her mouth before he sucked on hers with filthy, wet need.

"Mmmphh~..." A broken moan vibrated from Jean’s throat into his mouth.

She grabbed his hair with one hand, gripping it tightly while her other hand clutched at his back. Their tongues slid against each other messily, saliva mixing between their lips as the kiss grew wetter and more-obscene.

Her hips moved on their own, grinding against the hard bulge in his pants, rubbing her soaked pussy against him through their clothes.

Mu Chen groaned into the kiss and squeezed her ass harder, his fingers digging deep into the soft flesh through the thin dress as he pulled her even closer, forcing her to feel every thick inch of his cock pressing against her.

"Ahhn~... Mmmhh~..." Jean moaned louder this time, the sound muffled against his mouth.

Their tongues continued to tangle in a sloppy, heated dance, strings of saliva stretching between their lips every time they briefly pulled apart before crashing back into each other.

Mu Chen tilted his head and kissed her even deeper, sucking on her tongue before pushing his own back into her mouth.

Jean whimpered into the kiss, her body pressing desperately into his as she kept grinding against his hard cock.

Mu Chen pulled back just enough for them to catch their breath. Both of them were breathing heavily, chests rising and falling. A thin string of saliva still connected their lips before it broke.

Jean’s face was flushed, her lips swollen and wet, her breathing ragged and deep.

"Take your bitch now..." Jean whispered, voice hoarse with need.

She swept her hand across the desk, telekinetically pushing everything off it in one swift motion. Papers, books, and her stylus scattered across the floor.

"Right here. Right now," she continued, her voice trembling with lust. She reached down and grabbed his cock through his pants again. It felt even thicker and harder than before.

Mu Chen’s eyes darkened. He grabbed her chin and made her look at him.

"What if your power slips?" he asked, voice low and teasing. "What if students see what’s happening?"

Jean’s lips curved into a filthy, shameless smirk. Her eyes were glassy with arousal as she replied,

"Then they’ll know what a cock-hungry whore their married professor really is... and how lucky I am to have you fucking me like your little bitch."

Mu Chen let out a low chuckle and flicked a finger. Reality shifted subtly around him and Jean, placing them outside the notice of the world itself.

They were still there, yet no one could perceive, remember, or pay attention to them unless Mu Chen willed otherwise.

He leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke.

"I’m going to mark you all with my cum, Jean," Mu Chen murmured, voice thick with lust. "And you would be reduced to nothing more than a moaning mess."

Jean’s eyes fluttered at his words. A soft, needy sound escaped her throat.

"That’s what I want, your bitch really needs to be fucked like that." She purred, her voice dripping with desperation. And it only took a moment for her red locks to spill loose, becoming as wild and unruly as a lion’s mane.

Mu Chen didn’t wait any longer. He grabbed her by the waist and pinned her against the desk. He yanked her dress up roughly over her hips, bunching the fabric around her waist.

Without wasting another second, he hooked his fingers into her panties and pulled them down. Jean lifted one leg to help him, and he threw the soaked piece of fabric aside.

Mu Chen dropped to his knees in front of her. The moment he did, Jean jerked her hips forward, pushing her soaked pussy toward his face with clear desperation.

"Oh yes... don’t make me wait more," she whispered, biting down on her lower lip. The ache between her legs had become unbearable.

She was clenching around nothing, her juices streaming down her inner thighs in thin, shiny trails that had already started pooling on the floor between her feet. Droplets of her arousal clung to her pubic hair, glistening like tiny rubies under the classroom lights.

"Fuck... look at this," Mu Chen muttered, staring at her dripping cunt. "So needy."

He leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly from the bottom of her pussy all the way up to her swollen clit in one long, deliberate lick.

Jean’s breath hitched sharply, her hips twitching forward as his warm tongue slid through her wet folds. Her hand moved down on its own and grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulling his face closer to her cunt.

"Ahhh~... oh yes~..." she breathed, her voice strained and desperate. "Give it to me... that’s it... bit by bit... inch by inch... all the way... ohhh, Mu Chen, your tongue~!"

Mu Chen groaned against her cunt and licked deeper, pushing his tongue between her soaked folds and tasting her directly from the source. Her pussy was hot and dripping, coating his tongue as he dragged it slowly through her slit before pushing it inside her.

Jean’s grip on his hair tightened. She pushed his face harder against her, grinding her hips forward with a broken moan.

"Ahhn~... fuck, just like that..." she gasped, her voice trembling. "Lick it deeper... eat my pussy, Mu Chen~..."

He didn’t hold back. Mu Chen flattened his tongue and licked broad, wet strokes from her dripping entrance up to her swollen clit, then sucked the sensitive bud into his mouth. He flicked his tongue over it rapidly while two of his fingers slid inside her, curling upward and stroking her inner walls.

Jean’s thighs started shaking around his head. Her juices were leaking heavily now, running down his chin and dripping onto the floor as he ate her with growing hunger. Every time he sucked on her clit, a sharp, desperate whimper escaped her throat.

"Ohhh~... your tongue feels so good~..." she moaned, her hips rolling against his face. "Ahhn~... fuck, keep going... keep eating my married cunt... ahhhh~..."

Mu Chen groaned again, the sound vibrating against her pussy. He started fucking her with his fingers while his tongue worked her clit relentlessly — licking, sucking, and flicking it without mercy. Her walls clenched tightly around his fingers as more of her wetness flooded his mouth.

"Don’t stop... please don’t stop eating me like that~... I’m getting so close already~..."

Jean brought her other hand forward as well. She shoved both hands into his hair and pushed his mouth harder into her cunt, grinding herself against his tongue with urgent, needy movements.

Her hips jerked in a steady rhythm, matching the way his tongue was licking and flicking over her swollen clit.

"Ahhh~... fuuuuck~... Mu Chen~..." she whimpered, her voice cracking. "You’re gonna make me cum... your tongue is driving me crazy~... don’t stop, please don’t stop~..."

Her grip on his hair tightened as she kept rubbing her soaked pussy against his face. Mu Chen groaned against her and responded by sucking her clit harder while his fingers kept thrusting inside her, curling against that sensitive spot with every stroke.

Jean’s thighs began to shake around his head. Her movements grew more frantic as the pleasure built rapidly.

Her back arched against the desk as a sharp as her orgasm hit her suddenly, broken cry tore from her throat. "FUCK! OHHHH I AM CUMMINGGGGG!"

Her pussy clenched hard around his fingers and gushed against his mouth as she came. Her hips jerked uncontrollably, grinding through her orgasm while she held his head in place.