The Heart System

Chapter 447: Chapter 447

She shivered, pushing back against my palms. “That’s the point. I want it risky. I want to feel you own me out here… where it’s not safe.”

I lined up. Rubbed the head of my cock along her stretched hole—still slick, still open from earlier. “You’re still so fucking tight even after cumming like that. Gonna take me again?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Fill my ass again… make me cum again… right here.”

I pushed forward. The head popped in easily this time—her ring already used to me. I sank deeper in one long, smooth stroke until my hips met her cheeks. She moaned—loud, unrestrained—the sound bouncing off the marble walls.

“Fuck… yes…” she gasped. “So deep… stretch me…”

I grabbed her hips and started thrusting—slow at first, letting her feel every inch sliding out and back in. The angle was perfect—her ass tilted up, letting me hit that spot deep inside that made her tremble. Wet sounds filled the hallway with every push. Her cheeks rippled with each thrust. I reached around and squeezed one tit through the lace, pinching her nipple hard.

“You love this, don’t you?” I growled against her ear. “Getting fucked in the hallway like a whore. Anyone could walk out and see you taking my cock up your ass.”

“Yes… fuck yes…” she moaned, pushing back to meet me. “I want them to see… want them to know I’m your slut…”

I smacked her ass—sharp, loud. She cried out, hole clenching hard around me. “Louder,” I ordered. “Let the whole penthouse hear how much you love getting your ass fucked.”

She moaned louder—deliberately obscene now. “Fuck my ass, Evan… harder… make it hurt so good…”

I sped up. Hips snapping forward. Each thrust drove her forward against the window—glass fogging where her breath hit it. I grabbed her hair, pulled her head back gently so she could see her own reflection—face flushed, mouth open, eyes glazed with pleasure.

“Look at yourself,” I rasped. “Look how fucking wrecked you are. Bent over, ass spread, taking my cock like you were born for it.”

She stared at her reflection—saw the way her tits bounced with every thrust, the way her ass jiggled, the way my cock disappeared inside her over and over. “Oh god… I look like such a slut… fuck me harder… please…”

I obliged. Thrusts turned punishing—deep, hard, relentless. My balls slapped against her pussy with every stroke. Her moans turned to cries—high, desperate, echoing down the empty hallway. The risk, the exposure, the sound of it all—it was driving her wild.

Then the door behind us opened.

Minne stepped out—knife clutched in her right hand, eyes wide with fear. She froze when she saw us.

I looked over my shoulder, still buried deep in her ass, still thrusting slow and steady.

“Honey,” I said calmly, voice rough from arousal. “What happened?”

Minne’s cheeks flushed crimson. She lowered the knife slightly. “I… thought I heard something, Master. I got scared…”

Tessa glanced back—face flushed, lips swollen—and smiled wickedly. “Wanna join us, Maid?”

Minne’s eyes went huge. She nodded frantically—eager, shy, excited all at once.

I chuckled low, giving Tessa another deep thrust that made her moan. “Well, this is an anal-only party, Minne. Go get yourself ready and come back here.”

Minne nodded again—happy, almost bouncing—and darted back inside, closing the door softly behind her.

I turned my full attention back to Tessa. Grabbed her hips harder. Started pounding her ass with long, powerful strokes. Each thrust made her cry out—voice echoing down the hallway. Her ass gripped me like a fist—hot, tight, perfect. The wet sounds were louder now, obscene in the empty space. I smacked her cheeks again—left, right, left—leaving red handprints that glowed under the hallway lights.

“Yes… fuck yes…” she sobbed, pushing back to meet every thrust. “I love it… love being your slut… fuck my ass harder… make me cum again…”

I reached around, found her clit—but didn’t touch it yet. Just hovered my fingers there, letting her feel the heat from my hand. “You’re gonna cum again,” I told her. “Just from my cock in your ass. Just your tight little hole getting wrecked.”

She whimpered—high, desperate. “Please… I’m so close… fuck… don’t stop…”

I sped up—hips snapping forward, balls slapping her soaked pussy. My cock pistoned in and out—deep, relentless. Her moans turned into continuous cries—loud enough that anyone in the penthouse could probably hear. The risk, the exposure, the way her body shook—it was pushing her over.

Her ass clenched suddenly—hard. Her whole body went rigid. A raw scream tore from her throat—high, trembling, echoing down the hallway. Her pussy gushed, untouched, soaking my balls and thighs in hot waves. Her ass spasmed around my cock—violent, rhythmic pulses that milked me without mercy. Legs shook. Back arched. Hands slapped the window for support. She came hard—sobbing my name, body convulsing, ass gripping me so tight it almost hurt.

“Fuck… Tessa…” I groaned, thrusting through it. “Cumming again like that…”

She collapsed forward against the window—forehead on the glass, breathing ragged, body still trembling through aftershocks. “Evan… holy shit… I came so hard… again… just from your cock…”

I held her hips steady, cock still buried deep. Kissed the back of her neck. “Good girl. Look at you… shaking like that… cumming twice from getting your ass fucked. So fucking beautiful.”

We stayed like that—her panting against the window, me inside her, both catching our breath.

The door to the apartment opened again.

Minne stepped out—fully naked now. Skin flushed. Hair loose. Eyes wide and eager. She walked toward us slowly, biting her lip.

Tessa looked back over her shoulder and smiled—lazy, sated. “There’s our maid…”

“I know, right?”

Tessa glanced back without straightening up. “This is supposed to be our private fuck, Minne,” she said, voice husky and teasing. “Evan and I.”

Minne’s face fell instantly. “I’m… sorry if I bothe—”

Tessa laughed—low, warm, affectionate. “Oh shut up. You bring fun everywhere you go. Now come here.”

Minne’s smile returned—brighter, relieved. She padded forward barefoot, small steps, hips swaying slightly. The hallway lights caught the soft curves of her body, highlighting the faint freckles across her shoulders and the way her thighs brushed together with each step.

I reached out when she got close. Grabbed her under the armpits—gentle but firm—and lifted her easily. She squeaked in surprise, legs kicking once before she wrapped them around Tessa’s waist. I set her down on Tessa’s back like she weighed nothing—chest to back, Minne’s small tits pressing against Tessa’s shoulder blades, her pussy resting right above where my cock disappeared into Tessa’s ass.

“Damn,” Tessa breathed, shifting her stance to balance the extra weight. “She’s so lightweight… I could carry her like this all night.”

Minne giggled nervously, arms wrapping around Tessa’s neck for support. “I… I didn’t mean to interrupt, Master…”

“You’re not interrupting,” I said, voice rough.

I leaned forward after she glanced back at me, then kissed—lips brushing hers, then deeper, tongue sliding in slow. She moaned into my mouth, small and needy. I kissed down her throat, then lower—found one nipple and sucked it gently, tongue flicking the hard peak. She arched, pushing her chest toward me. I moved to the other tit, sucking harder, teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp.

My hips started moving again—slow, deep thrusts into Tessa’s ass. Each push made Tessa moan low, her body rocking forward slightly, which pressed Minne tighter against her back. Minne whimpered, pussy grinding against Tessa’s spine, leaving slick trails.

“Fuck… look at you two,” I growled, pulling off Minne’s nipple with a wet pop. “Minne riding Tessa’s back while I fuck her ass… such pretty little sluts for me.”

Tessa laughed breathlessly. “She feels so good up here… warm… wet… grinding on me like she can’t help it.”

Minne’s cheeks burned brighter. “I… I can feel Master’s cock moving inside you… through your body… it’s… it’s so hot…”

I kissed her again—deeper, hungrier—while my hips kept their rhythm. Long, steady strokes into Tessa’s ass—pulling almost all the way out, then sinking back in to the base. The angle let me grind against that spot inside her that made her tremble. Tessa’s moans grew louder, echoing down the empty hallway. The risk of someone stepping out—Nala, anyone—only made it hotter.

I slid one hand down Minne’s stomach. Found her pussy—already soaked, clit swollen. I circled it slowly with two fingers, then dipped inside—shallow thrusts that matched my rhythm in Tessa’s ass. Minne cried out against my lips, hips bucking.

“You can’t wait for me to fuck your ass, can you?” I murmured into her ear, fingers curling inside her. “You’re dripping just thinking about it… my cock stretching this tiny hole while Tessa watches.”

Minne whimpered, nodding frantically. “Yes… please, Master… I want it… want you in my ass… want to feel you deep like Tessa does…”

Tessa moaned louder, pushing back harder against me. “Fuck… she’s clenching on my back every time you talk dirty to her… it’s pushing me closer…”

I sped up slightly—thrusts deeper, harder. Tessa’s ass gripped me like a vice—hot, slick, perfect. Each stroke dragged along every sensitive spot inside her. Minne’s pussy fluttered around my fingers—wet, tight, needy. I curled them, rubbed that spot inside her while my thumb circled her clit.

“Cum for me, Minne,” I ordered, voice low. “Cum while you’re riding Tessa’s back… while I finger-fuck your pussy and pound her ass.”

Minne’s moans turned desperate—high, broken. Her hips bucked against my hand. Tessa’s cries matched hers—both women trembling now, bodies locked together in pleasure.

Tessa came first.

Her ass clamped down hard—violent, rhythmic pulses that milked my cock so tight I nearly lost it. She screamed—raw, unrestrained—head thrown back against Minne’s shoulder. Her pussy gushed untouched, soaking my balls and thighs in hot waves. Legs shook. Back arched. Hands slapped the window for support. “Fuck… Evan… cumming… cumming so hard on your cock… in my ass…”