Netori: Marvel Universe Erotica

Chapter 71: Chapter 71: Passionate Night with Jean Grey R18 (3)

"More to go, Jean... keep holding yourself," Mu Chen said, voice thick.

Jean’s fingers slid into his hair, gripping tight as she pulled him closer. Her eyes were hazy, full of raw affection.

"Mu Chen... yes~... do whatever you want~... just don’t stop fucking me," she moaned, voice trembling with love. She couldn’t get enough of him, not tonight, not ever.

He pulled out slowly, her release dripping down her thighs. In one smooth motion he lifted her off the table. Her legs wrapped around him on instinct, clinging tight while he carried her to the dresser. He bent her over it, pressing her breasts flat against the cool wood, her full ass raised and waiting for him.

Her pussy still pulsed, slick and messy. He dragged the head of his cock through her folds, gathering her juices, then pressed against her tighter rear entrance. He pushed in slow, steady, stretching her open inch by inch.

"Better give that pussy of yours a rest," Mu Chen murmured as he sank deeper into her ass.

"Ohhhh fuuuuck~... my ass~... pound my ass this time~... ahhhhnnn~...!" Jean’s fingers dug into the edge of the dresser. A sharp, desperate cry broke from her.

Once he was fully inside, he started moving, pulling back and thrusting in with growing force. Through the sensations Jean’s nails raked over the wooden dresser as she let out high pitched squeals of delight.

Her tight heat gripped him like a vice, hot and pulsing around every stroke. He held her hips and drove into her harder, the wet slap of skin filling the room.

"Nnnnghh~... yesss~... sooo full~... fuck my ass harder~... Mu Chen~... ohhh it’s deep~..." Jean pushed back to meet him, one hand slipping between her legs to rub her swollen clit in fast circles.

"Fuuuuck~... so tight~... you feel incredible~..." Mu Chen groaned, pounding into her rear with deep, relentless strokes. The way her ass clenched and rippled around his cock sent heat racing up his spine.

He reached around and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them roughly while he fucked her.

Jean’s pussy was still leaking cum and juices down her thighs as Mu Chen pounded into her ass without mercy. She rubbed her clit faster, the pressure building fast from the brutal pace in her ass. Her moans turned higher, more frantic.

"Ahhhh~... ahhn~... I’m getting close again~... don’t stop~... ohhh yesss~...!"

He slammed into her harder, one hand sliding up to squeeze her breast while the other gripped her hip. The tight, rhythmic squeeze of her ass was pushing him right to the edge.

Jean’s body suddenly locked up. A hot rush erupted from her pussy, spraying hard against the dresser and down her thighs as she came.

"Ohhhhhh fuuuuuck~... yesssss~... I’m cumming~... ahhhhnnn~... squirt~... nnnnghhh~... ohhh goddd~... yesss~...!"

Her ass clamped down hard around his cock, pulsing and milking him in tight waves. The intense grip dragged Mu Chen over with her.

"Jean~... fuuuuck~...!" he growled, burying himself to the hilt as thick ropes of cum pumped deep into her ass. He kept grinding through it, emptying every drop while her rear kept squeezing and fluttering around him through both their releases.

They stayed pressed together, breathing ragged, his cock still buried in her ass as the aftershocks rolled through them.

Jean’s legs were shaking violently. If Mu Chen hadn’t been holding her up, she would’ve collapsed right there. Her body trembled against his as she whimpered, still feeling the warmth of his cum filling her ass.

"Mmmhh~... Mu Chen~..." she breathed out weakly.

He leaned in and pressed slow, wet kisses along the back of her neck, his tongue dragging over her sweaty skin. Jean shivered at the feeling and turned her head, pulling him into a deep, messy kiss.

Their lips moved hungrily, tongues sliding against each other as they moaned softly into each other’s mouths. Jean’s hands cupped his face while Mu Chen’s grip on her waist stayed firm, keeping her steady.

When they finally broke the kiss, a thin string of saliva connected their lips for a second before snapping.

"Ummm~... more... I need more, Mu Chen~..." Jean murmured against his mouth, her voice barely above a whisper as she was still breathing hard.

"That’s my good girl." Mu Chen said, as he looked at her with a dark, satisfied smile and brushed his thumb across her lower lip.

Jean’s eyes softened at the praise, a small, pleased smile tugging at her lips. But that softness didn’t last long. Soon enough, the room was once again filled with the sounds of skin slapping and desperate moans as they kept going.

They fucked against the curtains first — Mu Chen bend, the sultry red-haired married woman forward, her hands gripping the heavy fabric while he took her from behind.

At one point, Mu Chen carried Jean out onto the balcony under the moonlight. He pressed her back against the railing, her breasts squishing against his chest as he positioned himself between her legs and thrust back into her soaked pussy in one smooth motion.

Jean let out a sharp, breathy moan as he filled her again, her head tilting back slightly.

He started fucking her with deep, steady strokes, the sound of their bodies meeting mixing with the quiet night. Mu Chen leaned in close to her ear, his voice low and teasing as he continued thrusting into her.

"Look at you, Jean..." he murmured, his tone dripping with filthy amusement. "The respected Professor Grey... an original X-Men... the perfect wife in everyone’s eyes... getting fucked senseless by her own student out here in the open."

Jean’s eyes fluttered at his words. A deep, shameful thrill shot through her as she glanced toward the buildings around, knowing anyone could potentially see them if they looked closely enough.

The thought of her being seen like this — bent over and moaning on her student’s cock — made her pussy clench tightly around him.

"Ohhh~... ahhn~... Mu Chen~..." she moaned, her voice trembling with both embarrassment and arousal. "You’re so bad~... talking like that while you’re stretching my pussy~..."

Mu Chen smirked and fucked her harder, his hands gripping her ass as he pounded into her.

"Your cunt just squeezed me more tightly when I said that," he growled. "You love it, don’t you? Being the perfect Dr. Jean Grey by day... and my filthy little slut at night."

Jean’s nails dug into his shoulders as another wave of pleasure hit her. Her moans grew louder, echoing softly into the night as he kept fucking her against the railing.

"Ahhh~... yesss~... I love it~... fuuuuck~... don’t you dare stop~..." she cried out, her voice breaking with every thrust.

Back inside, they ended up on the floor. Mu Chen laid her down and fucked her in deep, powerful strokes while she clung to him, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

Later at another point, Mu Chen had Jean bent over the couch, her body folded forward as he fucked her hard from behind.

One of his hands was tightly fisted in her red hair, pulling it back firmly. Her back arched deeply, her head tilted up as her eyes rolled back. Drool slipped from the corner of her parted lips, and her tongue lolled out slightly as broken, desperate moans spilled from her throat.

Jean whimpered, her voice shaky and high-pitched every time Mu Chen’s hips slammed against her ass.

Mu Chen looked down, watching his thick cock disappear into her soaked pussy with every thrust. He gave her hair another sharp tug and growled,

"Look at this slutty pussy... such a greedy it is. See how nicely it’s swallowing my cock?"

Jean’s walls clenched hard around him at his words. She could barely form a proper sentence, but she still moaned out filthily,

"Ahhhh~... yesss~... because my cheating filthy slutty cunt... mmmphhh~... belongs to you, baby~..."

Mu Chen let out a low, satisfied groan and brought his free hand down hard on her ass. The sharp slap echoed in the room. Jean cried out, her body jerking forward.

"Ahhn~...!" Jean cried out, as she felt sharp sting on her ass cheeks.

"You love it, don’t you?" Mu Chen growled, spanking her again, harder this time. He leaned forward and reached under her, finding her stiff nipples.

He pinched and rolled them between his fingers, tugging on them roughly.

Jean let out a loud, broken moan and threw her ass back hard against his pelvis, taking him even deeper. Her voice came out broken and needy as she pushed her ass back against him.

"Uhhhh~... yes~... spank me~... more~... Mu Chen~... spank... my married ass~... just like that~..."

The married red-haired woman’s pussy was gushing around his cock, juices dripping down her thighs and soaking into the couch. She gripped the edge of the furniture so hard her knuckles turned white, her body shaking with every thrust and slap.

And just like that, they didn’t stop for hours. Jean lost count of how many times she came and squirted, her mind completely clouded with pleasure.

Mu Chen kept filling her over and over, pumping thick loads into her until it leaked out of her stretched holes, both of them too lost in each other to care about anything else.

By the time they finally made it back to the bed, both of them were completely spent.

Jean lay weakly in Mu Chen’s arms, her body too exhausted to move. Her skin was flushed, covered in a thin layer of sweat, and marked with faint bites and handprints.

She curled up against his chest, breathing softly as he held her close, one hand gently stroking her messy red hair.

Jean let out a quiet, content sigh and nuzzled against him, too tired to even speak. Mu Chen kept her wrapped in his arms, his fingers slowly running through her red hairs.

"You’re still shaking," Mu Chen teased softly, a small smirk playing on his lips as he looked down at her body still trembling faintly in his arms.

Jean lightly hit his chest with her palm, her voice weak but playful. "It’s your fault... my body feels like jelly now."

"That’s what you asked for," Mu Chen replied, his tone low and teasing.

Jean’s face flushed with embarrassment. She bit down on his shoulder in retaliation, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to show her protest. Mu Chen chuckled quietly, clearly enjoying her reaction.

"But I remember you using telekinesis when you rode my cock," he added, his voice laced with amusement.

"Shut up... is it necessary to bring that up?" Jean pulled back slightly and looked at him, her cheeks turning even redder.

She felt a wave of shyness wash over her. Never in her life had she imagined using her powers like that — for something so filthy and intimate. The thought made her feel exposed in a way she wasn’t used to.

Mu Chen didn’t let her hide. He gently brought her face closer to his. Jean’s lips parted on their own as he leaned in, and their mouths met in a slow, deep kiss.

Their tongues slid together, moving lazily as they tasted each other, the kiss soft but filled with lingering heat.

Mu Chen slowly broke the kiss, his lips lingering against hers for a second longer before he shifted back comfortably against the headboard.

"Mmmm..." Jean let out a soft whine at the small distance and immediately moved closer again. She slipped her hand into his hair, playing with it slowly while pressing a warm, lingering kiss on his collarbone.

Mu Chen’s hand travelled lower, gliding over the curve of her ass. He cupped it firmly, his palm pressing into the soft flesh as his fingers sank in. "You keep kissing me like that and I might start wanting more again."

"I like it so much when you hold me like this." Jean smiled against his skin, her voice low and slightly breathy.

She kissed his chest again, slower this time, leaving small wet marks as her lips moved across his skin.

"I will keep holding you like this always," Mu Chen replied with smile, his hand moved upward, cupping one of her heavy breasts. The soft flesh spilled warmly over his fingers as he gently squeezed, reshaping it in his palm while his thumb slowly circled her nipple.

"Mmmhh~... I know you will.... and don’t tease me like this, little scoundrel... they’re still sore and it makes me want you more." Jean let out a soft, shaky breath and rubbed her thighs against him. She leaned in and lightly bit his chest before soothing the spot with her tongue.

"Come here," Mu Chen said, as he pulled her closer.

Jean slowly lifted her head from his neck, just enough to look at him. He leaned in and kissed her again, slower this time but deeper. Jean’s hands slid into his hair, her fingers gently tugging at the strands as she pulled him closer.

"Ummmmhhh..mmmphhh.." Their lips parted and their tongues met, moving together in a slow, wet rhythm — tangling, sucking, and exploring each other’s mouths with lazy hunger.

Mu Chen’s hands roamed down her back until they reached her ass. He gripped the plump flesh firmly, squeezing and kneading it as he pressed her body tighter against his.

"Ahhhh...uhhh... Mu Chen..." Jean let out a soft, breathy moan into his mouth and shifted her hips, grinding her thighs against him while pushing his face deeper into the kiss.

Her tongue moved more insistently against his, sucking on it before letting it slide back into her mouth again. The kiss grew messier, their breathing turning heavier as they lost themselves in it.

Jean’s fingers stayed tangled in his hair, holding him in place as she pressed and rubbed her body against his.

Mu Chen groaned softly against her lips. His hands moved to her breasts, one thumb flicking over her stiff nipple before he gently squeezed the soft, heavy flesh. It felt warm and plush in his palms — so soft that he couldn’t get enough of it.

When they finally broke apart, their lips were wet and slightly swollen.

Jean stayed close, resting her forehead against his as she caught her breath. Her eyes were soft, warm, and slightly glassy as she looked down at him.

"I love you, Mu Chen..." she whispered.

Her voice was low and deeply affectionate, each word slow and deliberate, as if she wanted him to feel the full weight of her love. And she meant it — she loved him more than anything.

Mu Chen’s arms tightened around her, pulling her closer until her soft breasts were gently pressed against his chest.

"I also love you, Jean." He looked into her eyes and replied tenderly.

A warm, blissful smile spread across Jean’s face. She melted completely into his embrace, her body going soft and relaxed against his. Her face nestled back into the crook of his neck, her eyes slowly fluttering shut as her breathing gradually evened out.

Mu Chen kept his arms wrapped securely around her, holding her close as he closed his eyes as well, the two of them sinking into the quiet warmth of each other’s presence.