The Heart System

Chapter 485: Chapter 485

I slowly pulled out of her, the wet, suctioning sound of my cock leaving her tight rear echoing against the glass. Mendy’s legs slid down my waist, her feet finding the floor with a shaky, uncertain landing. She leaned back against the window for support, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. I reached out, my hands firm on her shoulders as I guided her down.

”Get down on your knees, Mendy,” I commanded, my voice dropping to a low, dark rumble.

She looked up at me, her eyes wide and still glazed from the peak I’d just forced out of her. Without a word of protest, she sank to the floor, her knees pressing into the soft carpet. I stepped closer, my hard, glistening length inches from her face. She reached out with trembling fingers, her touch light as she gripped the base, looking at it like she’d never seen anything quite like it before.

”Evan... I... I’ve never actually given a blowjob before,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the snow hitting the glass. ”Like... um... I mean, that night you and I? It’s... I... you know....”

I smiled, reaching down to stroke her hair. ”Great to hear I’ll be your first, then. Just take your time and show me how much you want it.”

Mendy took a deep breath and leaned forward. She started slowly, her lips parting as she pressed them against the crown. It was clumsy and hesitant at first; she didn’t quite know how to position her jaw, and I felt the sharp, sudden scrape of her teeth against the sensitive skin. I winced slightly, but the raw effort she was putting into it made the sting feel more like a spark of electricity.

”It’s okay,” I groaned, my hands moving to the back of her head. ”Just keep going. Use your tongue, Mendy.”

She took the hint, her tongue darting out to lick at the underside of the head, tracing the ridge with a frantic, uncoordinated energy. She was trying so hard to please me that it was becoming a complete sensory overload. She slid her mouth down, taking about half of me inside, her cheeks hollowing as she tried to create a vacuum. Again, her teeth caught me as she moved her head, a little nip that made my hips jerk forward instinctively.

”Sorry! I’m sorry,” she muffled against my skin, her eyes looking up at me with a desperate kind of apology.

”Don’t be. I like the edge,” I rasped, my fingers tightening in her hair. ”Just keep moving. You’re doing fine.”

Encouraged, Mendy went deeper. She was bobbing her head with a rhythmic, amateurish pace, her hands moving up and down the base to keep me stimulated where her mouth couldn’t reach. She was making soft, wet noises, the sound of her saliva and the friction of her lips creating a messy, intoxicating soundtrack in the quiet room. She was experimenting, trying different angles, sometimes sucking too hard and sometimes not enough, but the sheer sincerity of her movements was hotter than any polished performance.

As she worked on me, I noticed her free hand straying downward. Her fingers found her own pussy, which was still drenched and pulsing from the pounding I’d just given her against the wall. She started to rub herself, her movements becoming frantic as she kept her mouth locked onto me. The sight of her kneeling there, servicing me while she played with her own dripping folds, was enough to make my vision blur.

”That’s it, Mendy... look at you,” I said, looking down at the top of her head. ”Such a good girl, taking it all while you take care of yourself.”

She let out a muffled, vibrating moan into my shaft, her head moving faster now. I could see the tension building in her shoulders, her fingers moving in a blur against her clit. She was overstimulating herself, the combination of the taste of me in her mouth and the friction of her own hand pushing her back toward the brink. Her breathing turned into a series of jagged, nasal whistles, and her eyes rolled back as she reached a private, internal peak.

She didn’t stop sucking, even as her body began to shake. A long, muffled cry broke out against my cock as she came all over her own hand, her hips bucking against her heels while she kept her mouth firmly in place. She rode the wave of her own release right there on the floor, her throat working as she swallowed the air, her entire frame vibrating with the force of it.

I stayed still, letting her finish, my hands steady on her head until she finally pulled back with a wet, heavy pop. She slumped back onto her heels, her hand still slick with her own juices, her face flushed a deep, feverish red.

”Wow,” I breathed, looking down at her. ”You came all by yourself? Such a bad girl, Mendy. You couldn’t even wait for me.”

Mendy looked up at me, her lips swollen and her eyes searching mine with a dazed, confused heat. ”I don’t... I don’t know what happened. You’re just so different today, Evan. Your taste... the way you look... I don’t know. I’ve never felt like that before.”

I smiled, reaching down to take her hand and help her up from the floor. Her legs were still a bit wobbly, and she leaned into me for a second, her skin radiating heat. I didn’t give her long to rest. I turned her around, guiding her toward the edge of the large master bed.

”Well, you’re about to feel a lot more,” I whispered into her ear. ”Bend over the bed, Mendy. I’m going to fuck you from behind, and I want you to feel every single inch of me.”

She obeyed without a second thought, her palms flat against the silk sheets as she pushed her ass back toward me. Her back arched, creating a deep, inviting curve that highlighted just how much she was still trembling. I stepped in close, my cock twitching against her rear, ready to reclaim her.

I stood behind Mendy, watching the way her back arched in anticipation. She was trembling, her palms flat against the silk sheets of the master bed. I reached down and took her hand, the one she’d just used to pleasure herself. I licked her fingers clean with one long, slow swipe of my tongue, tasting her sweet saltiness, before I reached between her thighs.