The Heart System

She hesitated, the loyalty to her ’boss’ fighting against the overwhelming surge of the Pleasure skill. I started moving again, not the slow strokes from before, but deep, powerful thrusts that made her tits bounce in front of my face. I leaned in and sucked hard on one of her dark nipples, swirling my tongue around the hardening bud while pounding her with a relentless pace.

“Ahh! Shit… He… he doesn’t tell me the code!” she moaned, her head thrashing from side to side. “I swear to God he doesn’t!”

“But someone knows it,” I said, thrusting harder, the car rocking visibly now. “A man like Brok doesn’t handle everything alone. Who else knows how to open that safe, Kayleen?”

I poured more oil directly onto her clit and rubbed it in fast, buzzing circles. Her moans grew louder and more desperate, echoing in the small, confined space of the car. I could feel her getting right to the edge for the third time, her body a high-tension wire.

“I… I can’t—”

I stopped thrusting and pulled my cock almost all the way out, leaving just the tip teasing her entrance. She whined in pure frustration, her pussy desperately trying to suck me back in, the muscles twitching in the void I’d left.

“Please… please fuck me properly,” she begged, her usually stern face completely broken by lust.

“Tell me what I want to know first. Names, Kayleen.”

She was panting, sweat forming a glistening sheen on her dark skin. Her whole body jerked as if she’d been hit with a bolt of pure ecstasy.

“Dakota!” she finally gasped, her voice a ragged scream. “Dakota knows the code! He’s Brok’s cousin or something… handles a lot of his shit, the money, the logistics! Please… I don’t know the fucking code myself! Just finish it!”

“Surname?”

“AAGH… FUCK! I DON’T KNOW! PLEASE! PLEASE!”

“Good girl.”

I gripped her ass with both hands, my fingers digging into the firm muscle, and started fucking her hard. These weren’t the interrogative strokes from before; these were deep, fast, and punishing thrusts that made her moan uncontrollably. The car creaked loudly, the leather seats squeaking as I railed her with everything I had.

“Oh my god… I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum so hard—” she cried out, her fingers digging into my shoulders, her nails drawing blood.

This time I didn’t stop.

I pounded her relentlessly, slamming up into her dripping pussy with a primal force. Kayleen’s body went rigid as her orgasm finally crashed over her. It was a violent release; her pussy spasmed around my cock like a vice, squeezing me with incredible strength as she came hard, her voice a long, shattered moan that filled the interior of the car. Her juices, combined with the oil, soaked my balls and the seat beneath us.

The intense contractions of her walls, combined with the visual of her undoing, pushed me over the edge too. I groaned deeply, the sound vibrating in my chest, and thrust up one final time, burying myself to the root as I came hard into the condom. Thick, powerful spurts filled the rubber, and I kept grinding into her, our breaths mingling in the hot, stagnant air of the car as both of our orgasms peaked. Her body shook on top of me for nearly a full minute, the tremors slowly subsiding into a heavy, leaden weight.

Finally, she collapsed against my chest, her heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. We stayed like that for a while, the only sound the ticking of the cooling engine and her ragged, shallow breathing. My cock was still buried inside her, feeling the last few hitches of her pussy as she recovered.

“Fuck…” she whispered weakly, her voice barely a thread of sound. “What the hell was that? I’ve never… I’ve never cum that hard in my life. I can’t even move my legs.”

I didn’t answer right away. I just shook my head and gently pushed her up. “Get off me.”

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Sexual Activity Completed

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Partner: Kayleen

EXP Gained: +530 (x2)

Villain Bonus: +300 EXP

Star Rating: 4.6

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Bliss Multiplier: 2040c

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I lifted her off, her body feeling limp and drained. She sat back in the passenger seat, her legs still shaking visibly, trying to catch her breath as she looked out the window at the trees. I removed the condom, tied it in a knot, and tossed it outside into the brush.

Kayleen looked at me then, the haze of lust replaced by a mix of total exhaustion and deep suspicion. She adjusted her clothes with trembling hands.

“You’re not a normal client, Jack… or whatever your real name is,” she said, her voice regaining some of its edge, though her eyes remained dazed.

I smiled slightly, a cold, professional expression. “You don’t need to worry about that. You’ve been very helpful today, Kayleen. More than you know.”

I put the car in gear and started the engine. Dakota, huh? The cousin. The man with the keys to the kingdom.

It looked like my next lead was already lined up.

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Evan Marlowe [Level 21]

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EXP: 13745/ 31500

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Current Credits: 19727

Current SC: 700

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Finding Dakota was going to be harder than I anticipated. I didn’t have a surname, didn’t know what he looked like, and Kayleen herself wasn’t even fully sure if he was actually Brok’s cousin or just someone close to him. That meant I was stuck following shaky leads and hoping one of them worked out.

Right now, my best lead was the pawnshop.

I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The little bell above the entrance rang quietly. The smell of dust, old electronics and cigarette smoke hit me immediately.

A curtain at the back shifted open and a man stepped out from the backroom.

I’d never seen him before. He definitely wasn’t here when I came with Sarah and Melvin.

“Hello.” I nodded casually. “I’m looking for a laptop cooler, man. You got any?”

“Yeah, we should still have some.” He smiled politely and motioned me over. “Come with me.”

He walked around the counter and headed toward the far corner of the shop.

The guy looked around my age, maybe a little older. Short dark hair, trimmed beard, clean clothes. Just a black hoodie and jeans. Nothing flashy about him. No tattoos crawling up his neck, no scary look, no thick accent like Brok. Honestly, he looked more like a guy who repaired computers for old ladies than someone connected to dangerous people.

“We really need to organize this place someday,” he muttered while moving a few stacked boxes aside.

“Looks cozy this way,” I replied.

“Cozy until something falls on your head.”

He chuckled and crouched down, grabbing a dusty sports bag hidden behind the boxes. He dropped it on top of them and unzipped it. Inside were several laptop coolers, maybe eight or nine of them in different sizes and brands.

“These are the ones we got left.”

I picked one up and acted like I was checking it properly.

“These are actually pretty good,” I nodded. “A friend of mine bought one here before. Said a guy named Dakota helped her pick one.”

“Dakota?” He pointed at himself with a grin. “That’s me.”

So this guy was Dakota.