The Heart System

Chapter 464: Chapter 464

I was a blur of motion now, my thrusts becoming shorter, faster, and more powerful. I was pinning her against my chest, my hands moving from her breasts to her throat, holding her steady as I ravaged her from behind. I could feel the tension in her legs, the way her toes were curling against the sunbed, her entire body vibrating with the sheer overstimulation of it.

I wasn’t even touching her clit yet -thanks to that plus fifty once again- but I could tell she was nearing the edge. Her internal muscles were starting to spasm, clamping down on me with a strength that nearly made me lose my own restraint. But I held back. I wanted her to break first.

I reached down, my fingers finding her clit and rubbing it with a frantic, buzzing speed while I continued to pound into her. The double-assault was too much. Tessa’s voice rose to a piercing, shattered scream, her fingers digging into my thighs so hard I knew there would be marks.

“I’m—! Evan, I’m cumming! OH GOD!”

She shattered.

Tessa’s entire body went rigid, her back arching into a bridge as she went into a full-body convulsion. Her asshole clamped down on my cock in a series of violent, crushing spasms, milking me with a desperate, rhythmic power. She rode the peak for what felt like an eternity, her moans turning into ragged, breathless sobs as she completely lost herself in the pleasure.

I kept going through her climax, my thrusts deep and punishing, savoring the way her body was fighting to hold onto me. Even as her tremors began to fade, I didn’t slow down. I stayed at that high-intensity pace, my cock still rock hard and pulsing inside her.

Tessa slumped back against me, her breathing a series of wrecked, shallow gasps. Her skin was slick with sweat, her eyes glazed over and staring at nothing.

“Evan… I can’t… I’m done… I’m literally broken,” she panted, her voice a mere shadow of itself.

I didn’t answer. I just kept my hips moving, a slow, predatory grind that let her know I wasn’t even close to being finished. I hadn’t cum yet, and with the way my blood was boiling, I didn’t plan to anytime soon.

“You’re not done until I say you’re done,” I whispered, my voice thick with a dark, unyielding need.

Tessa let out a weak, dazed chuckle, her head lolling onto my shoulder. “God… you’re a monster. A beautiful, hung monster.”

I pulled out of Tessa’s ass with a slow, wet drag that made her whimper and clench around nothing. My cock was slick, glistening, throbbing hard in the cool balcony air. She stayed on me, breathing heavy, ass still slightly gaped.

I grabbed her under the knees, firm, possessive, and lifted her in one smooth motion. Her legs hooked over my arms, chest pressing tight against mine, big tits squished between us through the thin nightgown. She gasped, arms wrapping around my neck instantly, lips finding mine in a messy, desperate kiss.

“Fuck,” she breathed against my mouth, “you’re carrying me like I weigh nothing…”

“You don’t,” I muttered back, biting her lower lip. “Not when you’re this wet and needy for me.”

Jasmine stood up from the sunbed behind us, eyes dark and hungry. She followed without a word, bare feet silent on the wet tiles, smiling like she knew exactly what was coming.

I carried Tessa toward the glass door, cock bobbing with every step, brushing her inner thighs. She moaned softly every time it grazed her, hips twitching like she was trying to grind against me mid-air.

“Jasmine,” I said, voice rough, nodding toward Tessa’s ass. “Put it in her. Guide me back inside that tight hole.”

Jasmine stepped close, pressing her body against my side. Her hand wrapped around my shaft—warm, slick from earlier—and stroked once, twice, spreading Tessa’s wetness and my precum along the length. She lined the head up with Tessa’s still-open asshole, rubbing the tip in slow circles around the rim.

“Look how hungry her ass is,” Jasmine purred, voice low and filthy. “Still gaping for you… begging to be filled again.”

Tessa moaned, head falling back against my shoulder. “Please… put it in… need it…”

Jasmine pushed forward gently. The head popped past the ring—easy this time, thanks to the earlier stretching and all the slickness. Tessa’s breath hitched, body arching in my arms. I groaned low as inch after inch sank back into that perfect heat, walls fluttering around me like they were welcoming me home.

“Fuck yes,” I growled, starting to pump—slow, deep rolls of my hips while holding her up. Every thrust made her tits bounce against my chest, nipples hard through the lace. “Feel that? Taking me so fucking deep… your ass loves this cock.”

Jasmine slid the glass door open with her free hand. Cool night air rushed in, carrying the smell of rain and city. We stepped inside together—me carrying Tessa, still fucking her with steady strokes, Jasmine right beside us, one hand trailing down my back.

The living room was empty. Lights low. No one was around. The other girls must have gone to their rooms or passed out somewhere else. Perfect.

I carried Tessa straight to the big sectional couch and lowered her onto it—on her back, legs still hooked over my arms. I pushed her knees up toward her chest, folding her in half, ass tilted up perfectly. The position spread her wide—asshole exposed, pussy glistening below it, nightgown rucked up around her waist. I lined up and sank back in with one long thrust, bottoming out in her ass.

“Fuuuck,” she cried, head falling back against the cushions. “So deep… stretching me again…”

I started pounding—harder now, hips snapping forward, balls slapping her ass with every stroke. The couch creaked under us. Her tits bounced wildly inside the lace, nipples poking through like they were begging for attention.

Jasmine knelt on the cushion beside us, eyes locked on where my cock disappeared into Tessa’s hole. “Goddamn, look at that,” she murmured, voice thick with arousal. “Her ass is swallowing you whole… so fucking greedy.”

She leaned down and dragged her tongue along my balls—slow, wet, teasing. The sensation shot straight up my spine. I groaned, thrusts faltering for a second before I slammed back in harder.

“Keep going,” Jasmine whispered against my sack, sucking one ball into her mouth gently, then the other. “Fuck her ass raw… make her scream for you.”

Tessa’s moans turned desperate—high, broken. “Yes… fuck yes… pound my ass… don’t stop… I’m your dirty little anal whore…”