Netori: Marvel Universe Erotica

Chapter 29: Chapter 29: Teasing Jean Grey 3

With a single thought from Mu Chen, his clothes reappeared on his body. He walked over to Jean and gently pulled her up from the chair. The moment she stood, he drew her into his arms.

Jean wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her bare body against his. Mu Chen’s hands slid down to her ass and gave it a slow, firm squeeze.

"What are you thinking now, perverted boy?" she asked, her voice low.

Mu Chen kneaded her ass with both hands, fingers digging into the soft flesh.

"I was thinking of helping you get ready," he said.

Jean let out a soft moan against his neck. "Mmmhh~... how cute..."

Mu Chen flicked his fingers. Her black dress instantly became clean and fresh again, though the bite marks, handprints, and her swollen, dripping pussy remained as clear evidence of what had happened.

Jean glanced down and noticed the dress was still bunched around her waist. She pulled his face closer and whispered against his lips,

"Little rascal... why don’t you make me wear the dress properly~?"

Mu Chen squeezed her ass again, harder this time, and murmured,

"Because it would be more fun if I did it myself."

Jean let out a breathy moan, her voice turning husky. "Ahhn~... I know you just want to touch me more..."

Mu Chen leaned in, his lips brushing her ear while one hand kept slowly groping her ass.

Mu Chen looked down at her, his voice low as he spoke.

"Of course I do," he said. "How could I ever get tired of you?"

Jean moaned softly, her body pressing closer to his as she looked up at him with hazy, lust-filled eyes. There was something tender in the way they held each other’s gaze — a mix of deep affection and raw hunger.

Mu Chen leaned down and pressed his mouth against hers. Jean parted her lips instantly, letting his tongue slide in. Their tongues met slowly at first, rolling and flicking against each other in a wet, sensual rhythm.

"Mmmhh~..." She let out a soft moan into the kiss, as her hand slid up into his hair, fingers gently tugging and roaming through the strands.

Mu Chen groaned quietly against her lips, one of his hands sliding up to grab her breast while the other stayed on her ass, squeezing both at the same time.

His fingers sank into the soft flesh of her tit as he kneaded it firmly, his thumb brushing over her stiff nipple. At the same time, he squeezed her plump ass harder, pulling her body flush against his.

Jean moaned into the kiss again, louder this time. "Mmmhh~... fuck~... You’re obsessed with my breasts and ass."

"I am," Mu Chen murmured against her mouth, he gave her breast another firm squeeze.

Jean’s lips brushing his as she whispered, "You’re making me wet again... just from touching me like this~..."

Mu Chen let out low chuckle, as he stepped back slightly and bent down to pick up Jean’s panties from the floor. He held them up with two fingers and looked at her with a small smirk.

"Let me," he said.

Jean’s lips curved into a spoiled little smile. She placed one hand on top of his head, gently pushing his hair back as she lifted one leg for him.

"Then do it properly," she said in a sweet, demanding tone. "Don’t rush."

"As you say," Mu Chen replied with a small smile and slowly slid the panties up her leg. He took his time, deliberately dragging the fabric along her skin.

When he reached her thighs, he paused. Instead of pulling them up all the way, he slipped two fingers between her legs and rubbed her clit slowly over her bare pussy.

Jean’s breath hitched. A soft moan slipped out of her. "Ahhn~... you’re doing it on purpose..."

"You asked me not to hurry, so I am taking my sweet time." Mu Chen murmured, in teasing tone as he rubbed her clit in lazy circles.

Jean bit her lower lip, her fingers tightening in his hair. She suddenly yanked him up and crashed her mouth against his in a hard, hungry kiss. Her tongue pushed into his mouth as she pressed her body against him, kissing him like she couldn’t get enough.

Mu Chen kissed her back with the same intensity. His tongue tangled with hers, sliding deep into her mouth as he pulled her closer by the waist.

Jean let out another moan into the kiss, her hands sliding up into his hair. When she finally pulled back, her breathing was uneven, her lips wet and slightly swollen.

"I need more of you," she said with soft voice, while looking up at him with hazy, needy eyes.

Mu Chen slowly pulled her panties up the rest of the way, adjusting them properly over her hips. As the fabric settled against her sensitive pussy, Jean let out a soft moan and leaned in to kiss his neck, pressing her lips there with quiet need.

"Mmmph..."

Mu Chen’s hands stayed on her waist as he finished settling the panties in place. He looked at her and spoke in a teasing tone.

"How much more do you need?" he said. "I’m already right here with you."

Jean pouted cutely and pressed her forehead against his.

"It’s not enough," she whispered. "When I go home... I miss you so much. I keep thinking about you."

Mu Chen kept his arms around her and reached down to the black dress that was still bunched around her waist. He slowly pulled the fabric up, guiding it toward her arms.

Jean slipped her arms into the straps as he lifted the dress higher, helping it settle over her shoulders.

"So, you mean, when you go home and lie next to him... do you touch yourself while thinking about me?" Mu Chen murmured.

He smoothed the dress down over her body, his hands deliberately sliding over her breasts and waist, making sure the tight black fabric hugged her curves properly.

Jean’s breath hitched. She looked away for a second, her cheeks flushing.

"You’re such an asshole..." she murmured. "Why do you always have to say things that make me want you more?"

Mu Chen leaned in and kissed the side of her neck slowly, letting his lips linger against her skin.

"Because I like knowing that even when you’re with your husband, your mind is still on how I ruin you," he said against her neck.

Jean’s fingers tightened in his shirt. She let out a soft breath as he kissed lower.

"I hate that you’re right..." she whispered. "I really do think about you. A lot."

Mu Chen pulled back just enough to look at her, then suddenly picked her up and sat down on the edge of the desk, placing her on his lap so she was straddling him.

"When you’re touching yourself at home, whose name do you moan?" he asked in low voice, as his hands slid up her thighs, squeezing them firmly.

Jean’s cheeks burned. She shifted slightly on his lap, her fingers tightening in his shirt as she answered in a small, shaky voice.

"Yours..." she admitted. "It’s always yours."

Mu Chen let out a low, satisfied hum. He leaned in and kissed the side of her neck, then moved up to bite her earlobe gently before murmuring against her skin.

"That’s my good little married slut. Keep thinking about me while he sleeps next to you."

Jean let out a soft, breathy moan at his words. She wrapped her arms tighter around his neck and pressed her body closer, her heavy breasts pushing against his chest through the thin dress.

"I do that..." she whispered, admitting shamelessly. "When I’m lying next to Scott... with your cum still inside me... I finger myself. I push my fingers deep into my pussy while he sleeps right beside me... and I think about how you fucked me."

He purred against her neck. One of his hands slid up and cupped her breast through the dress, squeezing it slowly while his thumb brushed over her stiff nipple.

"Fuck, that’s so fucking hot," Mu Chen whispered against her mouth. "I think I should fuck you next time, next to your husband on your marital bed."

Jean cupped his face with both hands and pulled him into a kiss. Her fingers slid into his hair, gripping it gently as she kissed him deeper. Her hips gave a small, involuntary roll against him, rubbing her soaked pussy against the hard bulge in his pants.

"Yes... I want it. I want you to fuck me right there... right beside him. I want to feel your cock stretching me open while he’s lying there completely unaware."