Netori: Marvel Universe Erotica

Chapter 57: Chapter 57: Steamy Moment with Jean Grey in the Kitchen R18

Mu Chen walked into the kitchen with slow steps; his eyes locked on Jean like he was already imagining her bent over. His voice came out low and rough.

"You’ve been acting like a desperate married slut the whole time. Now that he’s gone, I’m going to bend you over this counter and ruin that needy cunt."

Jean turned to face him. Her face was flushed, breathing uneven, and her thighs were already pressing together. She looked at him with dark, hungry eyes and spoke in a shaky, lust-filled voice.

"Then stop talking and do it already... I’ve been aching for your cock since you sat with him. Stretch my married pussy behind his back."

The moment those words left her mouth, they crashed into each other.

Jean grabbed Mu Chen’s face with both hands and pulled him into a messy, desperate kiss.

"Ummm~" Their mouths collided hard, tongues immediately sliding and sucking against each other with raw hunger. She shoved his face harder against hers, kissing him like she was trying to devour him.

Mu Chen’s hands shot down to her ass, grabbing her plump cheeks roughly. He squeezed and groped her busty ass hard, fingers digging deep into the soft flesh as he pulled her body flush against him.

"Ahhhh~..." she moaned against his mouth, her hips instinctively grinding forward, rubbing her soaked pussy against the bulge in his pants.

Mu Chen didn’t waste any time. He grabbed the waistband of her pajama pants and panties together and yanked them down roughly in one motion, letting them pool around her ankles.

Without breaking the kiss completely, he pushed her back against the kitchen counter and dropped down in front of her.

He spread her legs and buried his face between her thighs, dragging his tongue through her dripping folds in one long, hungry stroke before sucking her swollen clit into his mouth.

"Ohhhhhhhhh... fuuuuuckkkk yessss...so good...ahhhh..." Jean gasped, her head fell back against the cabinet as a broken moan tore out of her mouth. Her hands immediately moving into his hair, gripping tightly as she pushed his face harder against her soaked cunt.

"Right thereee... ahhhhh... just like that.... oh goddd... don’t stoppp...."

Her hips rolled forward on their own, grinding her dripping pussy against his tongue.

Mu Chen groaned into her cunt and kept devouring her. He licked and sucked messily, tongue thrusting inside her before moving up to flick and circle her clit. Her juices coated his lips and chin as he ate her like a man starved, making wet sounds with every lick.

"Ahhhhhh.. I am close... mmnnnhhh... ughhhh..." Jean’s thighs trembled around his head, her moans growing louder and more desperate as she held his face in place and rode his tongue.

She shoved his face deeper into her pussy with both hands, grinding her dripping cunt against his mouth in desperate circles as she chased her orgasm.

Mu Chen knew exactly where she was most sensitive. He focused there, tongue flicking rapidly over that spot again and again while his fingers curled inside her.

Her body suddenly jolted hard. One hand flew up to clamp over her own mouth as the orgasm crashed through her.

"FUCKKKKK!!! YESSSSS!!!!"

Jean cried out, muffled against her palm. Her eyes squeezed shut, fingers tightening painfully in his hair as her inner walls spasmed and clenched. She kept gushing, soaking his tongue and chin while her hips jerked against his face.

Mu Chen didn’t stop. He kept licking and sucking through every wave until her orgasm finally subsided and her grip on his hair loosened. Only then did he pull back, rising to his feet. His face glistened with her wetness, lips shiny and swollen.

"Delicious..." Mu Chen murmured, his voice low. "But you’re moaning like a bitch. Do you want your husband to hear?"

Jean’s eyes were still hazy from her orgasm, but a dirty little smirk formed on her lips. She grabbed his face with both hands and pulled him up, pressing her body against his as she answered in a low, shameless voice.

"It would be good if he hears..." she said, her voice thick with arousal. "So, he knows how loud his wife moans when your tongue is buried in my cheating cunt."

Before he could reply, she crashed her mouth against his in a deep, messy kiss. She licked and sucked on his tongue, moaning softly as she tasted her own cum on his lips.

While they kissed, her hands moved down between their bodies and started unbuttoning his pants with urgent fingers.

She broke the kiss, breathing heavily, and dropped down to her knees in front of him. His cock sprang free, hard and throbbing. Jean wrapped her hand around it and gave it a slow stroke, her eyes flicking up to watch his face.

"Let, me get it ready for me..." Jean murmured, leaning in to drag her tongue over the head and lick up the bead of precum. Seeing the way his expression tightened with pleasure, she smiled before opening her mouth and taking him inside.

"Ughh... yes..." Mu Chen groaned, his hand moving into her hair as he started thrusting into her mouth.

Jean moaned around his cock, letting him fuck her throat while she looked up at him with wet, lust-filled eyes. After a few deep thrusts, Mu Chen pulled her up by her hair and turned her around, bending her over the kitchen counter.

"Turn around," he growled, gripping her hips. "I’m done waiting."

Jean pushed her ass back toward him, spreading her legs as she looked over her shoulder.

"Yes... fuck me," she moaned, voice desperate. "Give me that cock... I need it so bad~..."

Mu Chen didn’t waste another second. He grabbed her hips tightly and slammed his cock deep inside her in one hard thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Jean’s body jerked forward against the counter as a loud, broken moan tore out of her.

"Ohhhhhhh... ahhhnn.... ahhhnnn.... fuckkkk...yesssss..." she cried out, her fingers gripping the edge of the counter.

Mu Chen pulled back and slammed into her again, setting a hard, relentless rhythm right away. The wet sound of skin slapping skin filled the kitchen with every thrust. Jean pushed her ass back to meet him, taking every inch like she was starving for it.

the force of his thrusts making her heavy breasts sway and her ass ripple with every slap. He leaned over her slightly, driving even deeper.

Mu Chen gripped her hips tighter as he pounded into her. He was loving the way her wet, warm walls squeezed and clenched around him.

Jean’s moans grew louder and more broken, her voice thick with pleasure and the filthy thrill of being taken right in her own kitchen.

"Ahhn~... ahhh~... yes~... keep pounding just like that~..." she whimpered, her voice shaky. "I love your cock so much ~... ahhh~... don’t stop~..."

Mu Chen leaned over her back, one hand sliding into her top to grab her breast while he kept fucking her deep. He pinched her nipple roughly as he slammed into her, making her moan even louder.

"You like getting fucked in your own kitchen like this?" he growled against her ear.

"Ahhhh~... yesss~... I love it~..." Jean moaned, her voice breaking as he hit her cervix with every thrust. "Fuck me.... ahhhh..... hnnngghhh... ahhn~... use this married pussy~... it’s yours~..."

One of his hands slid down from her waist and grabbed a handful of her ass, fingers sinking deep into the soft, plump flesh as he squeezed it hard.

"You were teasing me with this ass the whole time," he growled, giving it another rough squeeze. "Tell me what I should do with it."

Jean moaned loudly, pushing her ass back against his hand while his cock kept driving deep into her.

"Ahhh~... ahhn~... Spank it~..." she whimpered, her voice shaky and desperate. "Punish this fat ass for teasing you... please~..."

"Good girl." Mu Chen let out a low, satisfied sound.

His hand came down hard on her ass with a sharp slap. Jean’s body jolted forward, a broken moan spilling from her lips as the sting mixed with the deep pleasure of his cock battering her womb.

The heat spread quickly across her skin, and instead of slowing her down, it only made her wetter. Every time Mu Chen pulled his cock out, thick strings of her juices clung to him before he slammed back in, making more of it spill down her thighs and drip onto the kitchen floor.

"Ahhhh~... ahhh~... fuuuuck~..." Jean moaned, her voice growing higher and more desperate with every slap. Her legs were shaking badly now, and she could barely hold herself up against the counter. "It hurts so good~... ahhn~... don’t stop~... keep spanking me~... baby~..."

Mu Chen kept spanking her ass, alternating between both cheeks. Her skin quickly turned red under his palm, burning hot as clear handprints bloomed across her plump flesh.

Jean’s moans were turning into broken, high-pitched whimpers. Her upper body was pressed flat against the counter now; her breasts squished beneath her as her legs trembled violently.

The thought of Scott being just outside in the garden, completely unaware that his wife was getting her brains fucked out inside their own house, and he could walk inside any moment. The thrill, and taboo sex pushed Jean closer to the edge.

Mu Chen groaned as he felt her walls fluttering and clenching tightly around his cock, driving it straight into her womb with every deep thrust.

"Ahhh~... ahhh~... I can’t... I can’t hold it~..." she cried out, her voice hoarse. "It’s too much~... fuck~... I’m going to cum again~...!"

Jean’s body suddenly locked up. Her eyes rolled back, toes curling hard against the floor as her fists tightened against the counter. A violent tremor ran through her entire body.

Her pussy clamped down violently around his cock, spasming and gushing as she came. The hot, wet squeeze of her orgasm pushed Mu Chen over the edge. He didn’t hold back and with a low, guttural groan, he slammed into her one last time, burying himself balls-deep inside her.

"Urghhh... take it, Jean~..." he growled, his cock throbbing hard as thick, heavy ropes of cum flooded her womb. He kept grinding against her, pumping every drop deep inside while her pussy kept milking him greedily.

Jean whimpered weakly, her body still rocking back against him as she felt the hot spurts painting her insides.

"Ughhh~... yes~... mmmph~... give it to me~..." she moaned softly, her voice trembling as she continued to clench around him, drawing out every last drop.

Mu Chen stayed buried inside her until his cock finally stopped throbbing, pumping every last drop deep into her womb before slowly pulling out.

A thick, messy stream of cum immediately spilled out of her stretched pussy, dripping down her thighs and soaking into her discarded panty and pajama pants on the floor.

Jean’s pussy kept twitching and clenching around nothing, more of his seed leaking out with every small spasm.

Her legs were shaky as she slowly pushed herself up from the counter and turned around to face him. Her face was flushed and dishevelled, red hair messy and sticking to her damp skin, but a deep, satisfied smile curved her lips.

"It was amazing..." she said softly, still catching her breath.

Mu Chen let out a low chuckle as he joked. "Yes... you were screaming so loud today. If I hadn’t suppressed the sound, half the X-Mansion would’ve heard you."

Jean blushed deeply at his words. She knew that even if the rest of the academy hadn’t heard her moans, her husband most likely had. And yet, the thought that Scott could have return at any moment only made everything feel even dirtier and more thrilling to her.

She stepped closer and pulled him into a slow, deep kiss. Their lips moved together lazily, tongues brushing as they tasted each other.

When they finally broke apart, Jean rested her forehead against his for a moment, before she bent down and pulled her soaked panties and pajama pants back up.

The moment Jean pulled her panties up, the fabric pressed against her swollen, freshly fucked pussy. A thick glob of Mu Chen’s cum immediately leaked out of her, soaking into the crotch and making the thin material cling wetly to her folds.

She looked down between her legs, watching as more of his thick seed slowly dripped out and stained her panties.

Jean bit her lower lip, a soft, satisfied moan slipping out as she gently pressed her thighs together, feeling the warm mess spreading against her skin.

"Mmmh... I’m going to be walking around with your cum leaking out of me," she murmured, her voice low and husky.

Mu Chen watched her with a small smirk as his clothes fixed themselves back into place on their own.

"You look like you’re enjoying the thought of it."

Jean glanced up at him, biting her lower lip as a small, shy smile tugging at her lips. She pressed her fingers against the soaked crotch of her panties, pushing the fabric firmly against her cum-filled pussy before adjusting it properly.

"I am," she admitted softly. "It feels... dirty. Sitting next to Scott while your cum keeps leaking out of me."

Mu Chen stepped closer and gently fixed her messy hair with his fingers, tucking a few strands behind her ear. Jean looked up at him and caught the way he was staring at her. Her face warmed up again.

"What?" she asked, half-smiling. "Is there something on my face?"

Mu Chen shook his head slowly, still looking at her. "No. Now you look like a perfect wife again."

Jean rolled her eyes, though her lips curved into a small smile. "Little rascal... stop teasing me."

She was filled with another man’s cum, her body still marked from his hands and mouth. She belonged more to him now than to the man she was married to. But instead of guilt, all she felt was a deep, quiet happiness.

Mu Chen pulled her into another slow kiss. When they finally separated, Jean rested her hands on his chest for a moment.

"Let me make dinner now," she said softly. "I’ve made all your favourites."

Mu Chen smiled and brushed his thumb across her cheek. "Thanks. Love you."

Jean’s expression softened as she looked up at him. "Love you too, my baby."

She turned back to the counter and resumed preparing the last few parts of dinner. Mu Chen waved his hand lazily, the messy puddle of their mixed fluids on the floor disappeared completely, leaving the kitchen clean once more.

Then he walked over and stood beside her, ready to help with dinner.

At the same time, he spoke into the minds of both Sue and Emma. "It’s done. Now you can cut the call. And love you both."

"That’s great. I was already running out of things to say while talking to him," Sue’s voice came through first, carrying a light, teasing tone. "But don’t forget to tell us how it went later."

Emma followed right after, her voice playful and expectant. "And don’t forget to reward us properly for our help."

Mu Chen let out a quiet laugh. "Don’t worry. I’ll make sure both of you are more than satisfied with your reward."

Both women replied together, their voices warm and affectionate. "Okay... enjoy your time, little scoundrel. Love you."

After cleaning up and getting dressed properly, Mu Chen stood beside Jean at the kitchen counter as they put the final touches on the cherry cheesecake. Jean was carefully arranging the fresh cherries on top while Mu Chen helped spread the glaze.

"You were really bold today," Mu Chen said in a low voice, glancing at her with a small smirk. "Bending over and slapping your own ass while your husband was sitting right outside.

Jean let out a soft, amused breath as she placed another cherry on the cake.

"I had to do something to keep your attention," she replied, her tone playful but carrying an underlying heat. "Besides... you looked like you were enjoying the view."

Mu Chen chuckled quietly and leaned in slightly, his voice dropping even lower. "Enjoying it? I was hard the entire time you were teasing me."

Jean glanced at him from the corner of her eye, biting her lower lip as she placed the final cherry on the cake.

"Mm... maybe I wanted you to lose control," she murmured. "It was fun watching you try to stay calm while talking to him."

Just as Mu Chen was about to reply, Scott’s voice came from the living hall. "Oh... where did Mu Chen go?"

Jean quickly composed herself and answered, "You’re back? Mu Chen is here, helping me."

A moment later, Scott walked into the kitchen and saw Mu Chen standing beside Jean at the counter. He raised an eyebrow.

"You’re making our guest work?"

Mu Chen turned to him with a calm smile and replied, "I am also Professor Grey’s student, you can’t forget that. And helping around is better than sitting idly."

Jean’s face warmed up instantly. A soft blush crept across her cheeks as she quickly looked down at the cheesecake, pretending to adjust the cherries.

Mu Chen’s polite, well-mannered reply contrasted so sharply with how roughly he had just fucked her over the same counter only minutes ago. The memory of his cock stretching her and his cum still warm inside her made her stomach flutter.

She pressed her thighs together subtly, feeling both embarrassed and strangely aroused by how easily he could switch between being her secret lover and acting like a polite student in front of her husband.

Scott let out a short laugh and nodded. "Well, that’s also true."

He then turned to Jean and asked, "It’s still not ready?"

Jean shook her head, trying to keep her voice steady. "It’s done... and by the way, how did the phone call go?"

Scott smiled, looking pleased. "It went well. Sue said they can cooperate anytime in the future regarding research and technologies."

Jean decided to play along and gave a small nod. "That’s good to hear."

Scott glanced between them and said, "Alright then, since the dessert is ready, let’s have dinner now. I’m starving."

Jean smiled lightly and replied, "Sure. I’ll bring everything to the table."

A few minutes later, dinner was served. Jean had prepared a full meal consisting of roasted chicken, creamy mashed potatoes, buttered vegetables, fresh dinner rolls, roasted carrots, green beans, and a bowl of rich gravy. For dessert, she had made a cherry cheesecake.

The three of them then sat down together and enjoyed dinner, chatting casually as Scott spoke about some upcoming X-Men missions and asked Mu Chen a few casual questions about how he was adjusting to academy life.

Mu Chen answered politely, keeping his usual calm and composed demeanour.

Jean, however, was quieter than usual. Every time she shifted in her chair, she could feel the dull ache between her legs and the warm, sticky mess still inside her. Her body felt heavy, used, and satisfied all at once.