Netori: Marvel Universe Erotica

Chapter 83: Chapter 83: Jean Grey’s Kinky Desires R18 (3)

"Your cum feels so hot inside me..." Jean whispered, her voice soft and slightly dazed. She slowly rocked her hips against him, grinding gently as if she didn’t want to let a single drop slip out.

Mu Chen smirked, still buried deep inside her. His hands slid down to grab her ass, squeezing it firmly.

"But if you’re liking it that much," he murmured, "maybe we can go again. I wonder if he’s been neglecting you in other ways too."

Before Jean could ask what he meant, Mu Chen’s hands gripped her ass and slowly spread her cheeks apart. She shuddered at the deliberate, suggestive gesture.

"We’ve never done anal before," she confessed, biting her lip as a faint blush spread across her cheeks. "I’ve wanted to... I’ve even experimented with my fingers. But he never thought it was worth trying, so I eventually stopped asking."

Mu Chen pulled out of her pussy, making Jean let out a soft, needy whimper at the sudden emptiness. Before she could complain, he turned her around and bent her forward over a nearby table. Her breath hitched as she felt the thick head of his cock press against her tight, untouched ass.

Jean bit her lip, a rush of nervous excitement coursing through her. She had wanted this for so long, but Scott had never been interested. Now, with Mu Chen’s cock resting against her hole, the reality of what was about to happen made her shiver.

"Do it, Mu Chen," she moaned, pushing her ass back against him. "Fuck my ass like Scott won’t. Fuck the boy scott’s girl properly... someone has to."

The words slipped out before she could stop them, but they felt right. Jean was finding herself incapable of denying the growing excitement and desire with her. She was ready to open herself to the idea that she liked the thrill of cheating on her love, her husband with Mu Chen.

It was insane to say, absolutely wrong, but she couldn’t help herself. She aches for him, craving for his touch and now too far to care about anything else.

Mu Chen let out a low chuckle, clearly amused by her desperation.

"Oh Jean... I am going to fuck this ass until you forget your name, don’t worry" he murmured.

He pressed forward slowly, carefully pushing the thick head of his cock into her tight ass.

Jean gasped, her fingers gripping the edge of the table as she felt herself being stretched open. Mu Chen was much thicker than her finger or toys she had ever used, and the sensation was intense — bordering on painful, but laced with a deep, addictive pleasure she had never felt before.

"Fuck... you’re so tight," he groaned, one hand gripping her hip while the other slid into her long red hair. He gave it a firm tug, pulling her head back slightly as he continued to push deeper.

Jean moaned loudly, the combination of the stretch and the hair pull sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through her. Her pussy, still dripping with his cum, clenched around nothing as he slowly worked his cock deeper into her ass.

"Ahhn~... Mu Chen..." she whimpered, her voice trembling. "It’s so big... it feels so different... keep going like that ahhhhh yessss"

He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back as he began to move his hips in slow, deliberate thrusts, letting her adjust to his size.

"You’re taking it so well," he growled against her ear, giving her hair another tug.

Jean could only moan in response, her body burning with a twisted mix of guilt and overwhelming pleasure. She had never felt this full, this used... and she was quickly realizing she didn’t want him to stop.

Mu Chen fucked her ass with deep, relentless thrusts, the sound of his hips slapping against her firm cheeks echoing through the room. He buried himself to the hilt with every stroke, his balls smacking against her thighs and dripping pussy as he took her without any restraint.

Jean moaned loudly, pushing back against him with equal desperation. At this moment, she didn’t care about her status as married woman, respected professor, or any such thing, she was now ready to throw herself into the sweet, molten embrace of this lust, wanting to see where it took her and where she could go with it all.

"Cum in me again," she whimpered, her voice hoarse and needy. "Come on, Mu Chen... I want you to cum in my ass. Make it yours... Ruin it for Scott. Stake your claim right now — this ass belongs to you."

The filthy words spilled from her lips without shame. She wasn’t just saying what she thought he wanted to hear — she meant every word. The thrill of cheating, of offering herself so completely to another man, only made her wetter and more desperate.

Her throat burned as she enticed him on and begged him to make her ass his. She found herself driven with the excitement of throwing out there completely, inciting possessive fire and need within him, fueling their lust in tandem with the talk of adultery and possesive fervor.

There was no holding back as Jean went all out, and for her efforts, she was rewarded with white hot bliss.

Mu Chen groaned at her words, his grip on her hair tightening as he pounded into her harder. The way her tight ass clenched around him, combined with her shameless begging, pushed him over the edge.

"Ugh... Jean," With a deep, guttural moan, he slammed balls-deep into her ass and came hard.

"Ahhhh Fuckkkk! Yesss! I am cumming again," Jean cried out beneath him, as she felt his thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her insides, making red-haired married woman’s own orgasm crashing through her at the same time. Her body shook violently, her ass squeezing and milking his cock as he filled her up.

Jean’s legs trembled, her fingers gripping the edge of the table tightly as wave after wave of intense pleasure rolled through her. The feeling of his hot cum pumping deep into her ass was overwhelming, and she couldn’t stop the broken moans spilling from her lips.

Mu Chen stayed buried inside her, and slowly released her hair and ran his hand down her back. He could feel her body still twitching around him, completely spent and thoroughly claimed.

"Ohhh Mu Chen, you’re so good," Jean whimpered, biting her lip as she remained bent over the table. Thick cum slowly leaked from both her holes, trailing down her trembling thighs. "How am I supposed to settle for Scott’s cock again after this?"

She slowly turned around to face him, her eyes were hazy and dark with lust as she looked up at him, This one round of shameless sex had turned Jean Grey into quite the unabashed cheater.

There was no shame left in her expression — only raw need and a quiet desperation, She was staring into his eyes guiltlessly, and was waiting for his answer.

Mu Chen let out a low chuckle and pulled her into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping securely around her waist. He pressed a soft kiss to her temple before murmuring against her hair,

"My needy firebird... you don’t have to be so restless. You were already mine."

Jean’s fingers, which had been gently playing with his hair, slowly came to a stop. She pulled back just enough to look at him, her brows slightly furrowed in confusion.

"What do you mean by that, Mu Chen?" she asked softly.

He smiled — that small, knowing smile of his — and gently tapped her forehead with his finger. In an instant, the mental seal he had placed on her memories dissolved.

Jean’s eyes widened. For a few seconds, she stood completely frozen as everything came rushing back — the countless nights they had spent together, from the way beginning when he had first taken her right there on her desk, and how they had never truly stopped after that. She remembered it all. She remembered that she wasn’t just having an affair with him.

She had long since become his.

Jean’s expression softened, her eyes turning warm and tender as she looked at him. This was her little scoundrel — the one she loved more than anything. Her body, her heart, her soul... all of it belonged to him.

Without a word, she wrapped her arms tightly around him, pressing herself against his chest as if afraid he might disappear.

"Mu Chen..." she whispered, her voice slightly moist.

Mu Chen gently ran his fingers through her red hair, soothing her.

"I’m not going anywhere," he said quietly. "And besides... this was your idea. You wanted to feel that thrill again — the guilt, the dirty excitement of cheating on your husband."

Jean’s face turned bright red in an instant. She pulled back just enough to lightly hit his chest with her fist, though there was no real force behind it.

"You tease..." she muttered, embarrassed. "Don’t bring that up now."

Even though she had enjoyed that filthy, forbidden feeling of being taken while her memories were sealed, nothing compared to the hollow ache she had felt when she couldn’t remember him. She hugged him tighter, burying her face in his neck.

"I missed you," she whispered. "Even if it was only for a little while... I hated not remembering you."

Mu Chen gently cupped Jean’s face with both hands and made her look up at him. Though, her grip on him still remained tight, her naked body pressed flush against his, her heavy, swollen breasts squeezed softly between them.

"I love you," he whispered against her lips, his voice low and sincere.

"I love you so much too, Mu Chen..." Jean’s eyes softened as she breathed back, equally tender.

Before he could say anything else, Jean yanked his face down and kissed him — slow and deep at first, full of raw emotion. Their lips moved together languidly, savoring the closeness after everything that had happened. But the kiss quickly turned heated and messy.

Jean’s fingers slid into his hair, gripping it gently as she pulled him closer. Mu Chen’s hands roamed down to her ass, squeezing the plump flesh firmly while his tongue slid into her mouth. Jean moaned softly against his lips.

"Mmmhh~..." she breathed into the kiss, sucking on his tongue with quiet desperation as their mouths moved in a slow, wet rhythm.

Her other hand glided over his chest before she suddenly pushed his face harder against hers, kissing him with growing hunger.

"Fuck... Jean your ass feels so good in my hands," Mu Chen responded by gripping her ass tighter, kneading it as he pulled her hips flush against his.

At the same time, one of his hands moved up to her breast, squeezing the heavy mound before his thumb brushed over her stiff nipple, teasing it with slow, deliberate circles.

Jean whimpered into his mouth, her body trembling as she pressed herself even closer.

"Uhhh~ Ohh yes... Mu Chen..." she moaned breathlessly between kisses, her voice shaky with need.

Their tongues tangled messily, sucking and sliding against each other as Mu Chen continued to grope her breast and ass.

Jean’s hand moved restlessly over his chest before sliding up to the back of his neck, holding him in place as she kissed him deeper, pouring every bit of pent-up emotion and desire into him.

"Ahhhh~... don’t stop baby, I want more..." she whispered against his lips before capturing his mouth again in another hungry, breathless kiss.

They both knew it was far from over.

It wasn’t long before the Danger Room was once again filled with Jean’s breathless moans and desperate cries, echoing through the empty space as Mu Chen took her again — and again — until neither of them could think of anything else.