His body locked up the second Jean's lips crushed against his. Fuck. This couldn't be real.
Minutes. That's all it had been. First meeting the X-Men's legendary Phoenix, and now her tits were pressed against his chest, her mouth hot and hungry on his.
The power of it hit him like a fucking truck. Why the hell was it working on a telepath when it failed on Storm? Didn't matter. Logic was drowned out by the heat flooding his veins, her body grinding against him, her tongue sliding into his mouth.
No hesitation. No chivalry. One hand gripped her waist, the other tangled in her hair, yanking her closer. This wasn't some shy peck, this was filthy, all teeth and spit and hunger.
Her taste was addicting. Sweet, unnaturally so, the Sin twisting sensation into something obscene. He groaned into her mouth, sucking her tongue, his cock throbbing as she moaned.
They stumbled back, slamming into the wall. The door kicked shut. No words, just panting, grabbing, fucking needing.
His hands dropped to her ass, squeezing hard through her clothes before shoving under her shirt. Bare skin. Fuck. Her cheeks were soft, plump in his palms, and she arched into him with a gasp.
Jean tore her mouth away, breath ragged, lips swollen. Then her teeth sank into his neck-sharp, claiming. He groaned, fingers digging into her flesh, pulling her tighter.
"Fuck-" Her nails raked down his back as he lifted her, her legs locking around his waist. She could feel him—hard, relentless, hands rough as they kneaded her ass.
And God, it made her drip.
No one knew she'd never admit it-but she craved this. The bruising grip, the way his fingers dragged over her skin like he owned it.
His thumb brushed her soaked cunt through her panties, and she jerked against him. "Don't stop."
A smirk. Then his finger pushed inside, curling, stretching her. She cried out, hips bucking, her walls clenching around him.
"You're fucking drenched," he muttered, pumping deeper.
She couldn't think. Couldn't breathe. Just ached.
Then he yanked her higher, her thighs thrown over his shoulders, her pussy hovering above his mouth.
"Wai-oh fuck!"
His tongue lashed her clit, rough and relentless. Her back arched, nails clawing at his scalp as pleasure split her in half. Every lick sent shocks up her spine, her cunt pulsing, dripping onto his face.
"Taste like fucking candy," he growled before burying his tongue inside her.
She screamed.
No toy, no fantasy compared. It was too much the suction, the way his lips sealed around her clit, sucking like he was starving.
"I'm-I'm gonna-!"
Her thighs trembled, her vision whiting out as her orgasm ripped through her. Juice gushed over his chin, her body convulsing as he drank her down, tongue still working her through the aftershocks.
When he finally lowered her, her legs gave out. She swayed, panting, watching cum and spit glisten on his lips.
His grin was worrying. Dark.
And she knew this wasn't over.
"So, how are you gonna make up for it?"
His voice was low, rough. She didn't need to ask what he meant, not with that smirk, his hair messed up from her hands, his face still wet from her mouth. She'd done this. Now she had to fix it.
And fuck, she wanted to.
No denial. No hesitation. Just her fingers sliding over the thick outline of his cock through his pants, stroking him slowly.
"Wow." His breath hitched as she palmed him, her touch bold.
"I hate debts." Her voice was a whisper, already tugging at his waistband. No belt —easy access. She yanked his pants down, underwear following, and his cock sprang free, hard and heavy against her fingers.
Daniel grinned. "Like what you see?"
She did. Too much. Thick, veined, perfect for his frame-a genetic fucking blessing.
Her throat tightened. "Will... will it fit?"
He just smirked. "Find out."
Challenge accepted. She dropped to her knees, his cock throbbing against her lips. Her tongue flicked out, tracing the head, tasting salt and skin. She swirled around him, desperate to prove she could match what he'd done to her. But when she took him into her mouth, stretching her lips around his girth, she choked instantly. Tears pricked her eyes.
"Slow," he growled, gripping her hair. "You don't have to deepthroat me to make it good."
He guided her, fucking her mouth at his pace, her tongue working his shaft between strokes. But they both knew she'd never make him come like this.
"Put it in," she gasped, pulling away, lips red. "Just pull out before you..."
"Sure?"
"Yes." No hesitation. She stood, dragging him to the bed by his cock, her cunt already dripping.
On the sheets, legs spread, she breathed, "Be gentle."
He didn't answer. Just lined himself up, his tip pressing against her, slick with her arousal.
"We can stop," he lied, voice strained.
Her answer? Fingers in his hair, yanking him into a filthy kiss as his cock pushed inside.
"Fuck—" Her back arched. He was big, stretching her, but it didn't hurt—just full, so fucking good she couldn't think.
"Move," she begged.
"Move," she begged.
He did. Slow, deep thrusts, her walls clenching around him. One hand groped her tit, pinching her nipple as she writhed. Minutes passed, maybe an hour, maybe not.
"Close," she whimpered.
"Me too." His hips snapped harder, losing control.
"Don't stop—fuck!" Her orgasm ripped through her, cunt pulsing around him.
"Mm—shit!" He came with a groan, spilling deep inside—
Painting it white.
Golden light exploded. The room vanished.
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