The Heart System

Chapter 88: Chapter 88

I shifted over, awkward in the tight space, but too worked up to care. I knelt behind her, my hands running over her ass, squeezing the soft flesh. “Goddamn, you look good like this,” I said, my voice thick. I lined myself up, the tip of my cock brushing her entrance, and she moaned, pushing back against me.

“Then fuck me already,” she said, glancing over her shoulder, her eyes daring me. “Or you scared Jasmine’s gonna wake up and see you pounding me?”

I groaned, the image searing into my brain—Jasmine stirring, her eyes wide as she caught us. “You’re trouble,” I muttered, grabbing Tessa’s hips and thrusting in, hard and deep.

Her pussy was still tight from her orgasm, gripping me like a glove.

Tessa gasped, her hands gripping the passenger seat, her body rocking forward with the force of my thrust. Her ass jiggled, round and perfect, and I couldn’t resist. My hand came down on her cheek with a sharp smack, the sound cutting through the car. Her skin rippled under my palm, a faint pink blooming where I’d struck. She froze for a split second, then shot me a side-eye over her shoulder, her expression unreadable—part anger, part something else. My stomach twisted. Was she pissed?

“Guess you didn’t like that?” I said, my voice low, testing her as I slowed my thrusts, my hand hovering over her ass.

Tessa’s lips curled into a smirk, her eyes glinting with mischief. “That was it? Are you a baby? Smack my ass again,” she said, her voice thick with challenge, daring me to push it further. “Harder this time.”

Fuck, that was all I needed. I grinned, my hand coming down again, sharper, the crack echoing in the tight space of the car. Her ass bounced, the pink turning redder, my handprint stark against her skin. Tessa let out a half-scream, half-moan, her body shuddering as she pushed back against me, her pussy clenching tighter around my cock. “Yes, fuck, like that!” she gasped, her voice raw, needy.

I didn’t hold back. My hand rained down again and again, each smack harder, leaving her ass glowing with red handprints, the sight driving me wild. She moaned louder with every hit, her screams sharp but muffled as she bit her lip, trying to keep it down. “Evan… oh god, keep going,” she panted, her hips rocking back to meet my thrusts, the rhythm growing frantic.

“Fuck, Tessa, you feel so good,” I growled, my free hand sliding up her back, fingers tangling in her hair, tugging lightly. “So fucking tight.” I thrust deeper, savoring the way her ass jiggled with every slam, the wet sounds of our bodies louder now, filling the car. My other hand kept spanking, alternating cheeks, her skin burning hot under my touch, red and marked with my prints.

“Harder,” she demanded, her voice low but urgent, her body shaking with every thrust and smack. “I want it, Evan. Give it to me.” She pushed back harder, her moans edging dangerously loud. I glanced at Jasmine in the rearview mirror—still asleep, thank god, her face turned away, oblivious to the chaos in the front seat. The thrill of getting caught was like gasoline on the fire, making my cock throb inside her.

“Quiet,” I growled, leaning forward, my chest brushing her back, my lips grazing her ear. “Unless you want her to hear you screaming my name.” I thrust harder, deeper, the car rocking slightly with the force. My hand came down again, another sharp smack on her ass, and Tessa bit her lip, stifling a moan, but her body betrayed her, trembling with every slam of my hips and every sting of my palm.

“Fuck… maybe I do,” she whispered, her voice teasing, dripping with heat. “Bet she’d love to know how good you fuck me. Bet she’d be jealous as hell.” Her words sent a jolt through me, the image of Jasmine waking up, her eyes wide, watching us, pushing me closer to the edge. I gripped her hips tighter, pounding into her, my hand still spanking, her ass now a deep, glowing red, marked with my handprints. She screamed softly, a mix of pain and pleasure, her pussy clenching so tight it was almost too much.

“Goddamn, Tessa,” I groaned, my voice strained, the pressure building fast, a white-hot coil in my core. Her ass bounced with every thrust, her pussy gripping me like she was trying to pull me deeper. “You’re gonna make me cum,” I warned, my hands digging into her skin, one still smacking her ass intermittently, each hit drawing another moan from her.

“Do it,” she panted, her voice raw, desperate. “Cum for me, Evan. I want it.” She arched her back, pushing back harder, her red, handprint-covered ass trembling with every thrust, egging me on.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. The Pleasure boost was overwhelming, every stroke pushing me closer to the brink. “Oh… fuck!”

That was it. The coil snapped, and I lost it, a loud groan ripping from my throat as I came. I moaned, my body shaking as the first rope shot out, arcing high and splattering into the back of Tessa’s hair. The second followed, just as wild, landing in a sticky mess across her hair. The rest pulsed out, hot and thick, coating her back in streaks as I thrust through the waves, my cock throbbing on her ass. My knees buckled, my breaths coming in ragged gasps, every muscle trembling with the intensity.

Tessa laughed softly, breathless, her body still trembling under me. “Jesus, Evan… you made a mess,” she said, reaching back to touch her hair, her fingers coming away sticky. She glanced over her shoulder, smirking. “You’re gonna owe me for the hair.”

I chuckled, still dazed, my cock softening inside her. “Worth it,” I muttered, leaning back to admire the sight of her—ass up, back arched, my cum glistening on her skin. Jasmine was still asleep, oblivious, and the secrecy of it all made my heart pound all over again.

After wiping the cum off her back, Tessa shifted, pulling her pants back up and climbing into the seat properly, wincing slightly. “Fuck, that was good,” she said, her voice low, satisfied. She glanced at Jasmine, then back at me, her eyes glinting. “Think she dreamed about us?”

I grinned, shaking my head. “I hope she did.”

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Sexual Activity Completed

Partner: Tessa

EXP Gained: +39

Star Rating: 2.9 ★★

Reason: Could’ve made her

climax more than once

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The system was right—Tessa was horny as hell. I could’ve pushed her further, made her cum two, maybe three times. The thought made my blood hum, but I’d get there. A few more points in Libido and Pleasure, and I’d have her screaming my name non-stop.

For now, though, I was still catching my breath, my body buzzing from the orgasm that had rocked me. My cock was still out, half-hard, glistening in the dim light of the parking lot. Tessa exhaled, a long, satisfied breath, her body slumping slightly in the passenger seat, her ass still red from my handprints.

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Name: Evan Marlowe

Age: 21

Height: 180 cm

Weight: 72 kg

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Level: 5

EXP: 395 / 457

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She groaned, stretching her arms, then glanced at me, her eyes glinting with that familiar mischief. “Let me clean you up,” she said, her voice low, teasing.

She leaned over, her lips wrapping around my cock again, soft and warm. I hissed, oversensitive, as her tongue swirled, lapping up the precum and cum still clinging to me. The sensation was almost too much, the Pleasure boost making every lick feel like a spark. She sucked gently, thorough, until I was clean, then pulled back with a satisfied smirk.

“Thanks,” I muttered, my voice rough, still reeling. Tessa grabbed my boxers from where they’d pooled around my thighs, tugging them up with a playful snap of the waistband. I yanked my pants up, fumbling with the zipper, my heart still pounding from the intensity of it all. Jasmine was still asleep in the back seat, her soft breaths steady, oblivious to the chaos we’d just caused.

Tessa yawned, stretching her arms above her head, her shirt riding up to show a sliver of skin. “Let’s go, then,” she said, her tone casual now, like we hadn’t just fucked in a parked car. “Can you text me the list Kim sent you?”

I grabbed my phone from the center console, my fingers still a little shaky, and sent the list. “Just did.”

“Okay,” Tessa said, checking her phone. “Then let’s get—”

“Huh?” Jasmine’s voice cut through, groggy and confused. She stirred in the back seat, rubbing her eyes, her hair a messy halo. “Why did we… stop?”

“Oh, wakey-wakey,” Tessa said, glancing at her through the rearview mirror with a grin. “We just got here.”

Jasmine yawned, wrinkling her nose. “Ugh… smells like fish,” she muttered, then stretched, her shirt shifting slightly. “Alright, then, let’s go.”

I chuckled, trying to play it cool despite the paranoid jolt in my chest. Fish? Shit, she had no idea. “You can sleep in the car if you want,” I offered, keeping my voice steady.

“No, no, I want to buy some stuff here too,” Jasmine said, already opening her door. “Come on. Let’s go.”