The Heart System

Chapter 252: Chapter 252

Minne didn’t need to be told twice. She latched onto Tessa’s left nipple, sucking hard, then grazing it with her teeth. Tessa hissed, hips jerking down onto my cock.

”Fuck, yes, just like that,” Tessa groaned. ”Bite a little harder, Minne, good girl.”

Minne obeyed, teeth closing gently, tugging, then soothing with her tongue. Jasmine took the other nipple between her fingers, pinching and rolling it in time with my thrusts.

I rubbed the glowing pink spot on Tessa’s lower back with my thumb, pressing hard while I railed her from underneath.

The combination hit her like a freight train.

”Oh fuck, oh fuck, Evan, right there, don’t stop—” Her voice cracked. ”Minne, harder, Jasmine, twist it, fuck—”

Her pussy clamped down like a fist, spasming wildly. She screamed, guttural and raw, grinding back so hard her ass slapped my stomach as she came, soaking my cock and balls in a hot rush.

”That’s it, Tessa, cream all over him,” Jasmine purred, slapping her tit one last time for good measure.

Tessa’s whole body shook, riding the aftershocks, freckled skin flushed bright red, breath coming in ragged gasps.

I kept thrusting slow and deep through her orgasm, letting her milk every second of it, her ass still rippling beautifully with every lazy roll of my hips.

When she finally slumped forward, panting, Minne released the nipple with a soft pop and kissed it gently. Jasmine gave the other a final pinch.

Kim took Tessa’s place like she’d been waiting her whole life for it. She hiked the emerald babydoll up to her waist, snapped her thong off with one sharp tug, and sank down onto me facing forward, tits bouncing right in my face, dark nipples hard and begging.

”God, Evan,” she moaned, already rolling her hips, ”your mouth... fuck my pussy harder.”

I latched onto one nipple, sucking hard, tongue flicking, teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp. My hands gripped her ass, guiding her faster, deeper.

Kim looked over her shoulder at Kayla, who was still stood half-dazed, thighs shiny with cum, and grinned wickedly.

”Come on, Kayla, use that big, fat ass of yours. Twerk on Evan while he fucks me. Give him something pretty to watch.”

Kayla’s eyes went comically wide. ”What the fuck? No!”

I pulled off Kim down harder, thrusting up, and gave Kayla my best pleading look. ”Please? Just a little. For me?”

Kayla groaned, face flaming, but the hunger in her eyes betrayed her. ”God... fine. Okay. You’re all insane.”

She turned around, planted her feet wide, and started slow, then found the rhythm. That legendary ass began to clap and twerk, cheeks bouncing and rippling in perfect waves, inches from my face while Kim rode me.

”Holy shit,” I rasped, staring, cock throbbing inside Kim.

Jasmine let out a low whistle and stepped up behind Kayla, delivering a sharp, playful slap to one cheek. The smack echoed; Kayla yelped, but didn’t stop, if anything she twerked harder, the flesh jiggling even more.

”Fuck yes,” Jasmine laughed, slapping the other cheek. ”Look at that thing move. Evan, you seeing this?”

Tessa, still flushed and breathless from her own orgasm, leaned against the couch and chuckled. ”She’s gonna kill him before the night’s over.”

Kim threw her head back, riding me faster, tits bouncing wildly in my face. ”Feel that, Evan? My pussy squeezing you while you watch that perfect ass clap for you? You love it, don’t you?”

”Fuck, yes,” I growled, sucking her nipple harder, one hand sliding to the glowing pink spot on her inner thigh. I squeezed it hard, thumb pressing right into the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Kim’s rhythm stuttered. ”Oh shit, right there, don’t stop—”

I thrust up brutally, hitting deep, rubbing that spot in tight circles. Kayla kept twerking, Jasmine kept spanking, the room filled with wet claps and moans.

Kim broke.

”Fuck, Evan, I’m cumming!” she screamed, pussy clamping down, as her whole body shook. Hot slick gushed over my cock, dripping down my balls while she rode the waves, voice breaking on my name in a long, filthy wail.

”Mommy’s turn.” Delilah said as she gently pushed Kim aside. ”Make a room, honey.”

”Mommy?” Kayla asked, stopping.

”She is pregnant with his baby,” Nala said.

”Ho-ly, shit.”

Delilah was next.

She stood over me, fingers working the laces of her deep-purple corset just enough for the satin to loosen and her massive tits to spill free, heavy and perfect, nipples already dark and hard. The faint curve of her belly caught the light, and the sight alone made my cock jerk.

She straddled me slowly, knees sinking into the couch on either side of my hips, and lowered herself inch by torturous inch until I was buried to the hilt inside her velvet heat. Her eyes never left mine.

”You’re mine too, daddy,” she whispered, voice low and possessive, rolling her hips in slow, filthy circles that made us both groan. ”Fuck me like you love me.”

I cupped her tits, thumbs brushing over her nipples, kneading the soft weight of them. A faint pink glow pulsed in the valley of her cleavage, Erogenous Insight showing me exactly where she needed it most. I leaned in and licked a slow stripe up that glowing line, tasting salt and her skin.

”This pussy’s so perfect,” I growled against her breast. ”Cum for me, mama. Let me feel you.”

Delilah’s gaze drifted to the side, catching Minne watching us with huge, awestruck eyes, lips parted, cheeks pink. Delilah smiled,slow, wicked, maternal, and reached out one hand toward the tiny girl still trembling from her orgasm.

Minne took it shyly, letting Delilah pull her closer until she was kneeling right beside us.

”I bet you want to milk Mommy’s tits too, don’t you, baby?” Delilah purred, still rolling her hips on my cock, slow and deep. ”When they’re full and heavy for Daddy... you want a taste of it, too, sweet girl?”

”Mommy. No Ms.”

Minne’s voice barely came out. ”Y-yes, Mommy. I want to. But only... only after Master drinks first. And only if he lets me.”

Delilah’s eyes flicked back to me, dark with lust and amusement. She never stopped moving, grinding down in perfect circles, pussy fluttering every time I bottomed out.

”Well, Daddy?” she asked, voice husky. ”Will you let little Minne drink from Mommy’s tits when they’re leaking for you? When they’re swollen and dripping?”

I groaned, thrusting up hard enough to make her gasp. ”Only if she makes me cum first. Earn it, baby girl.”

Minne’s eyes lit up, shy but starving.

Delilah laughed softly, cupped the back of Minne’s head, and guided her down to one heavy breast. ”Then let’s practice, honey. Open that pretty mouth.”

Minne latched on instantly, lips sealing around Delilah’s nipple like a hungry little kitten. She sucked gently at first, then harder, cheeks hollowing, tiny moans vibrating against the sensitive flesh.

”That’s it,” Delilah cooed, still riding me slow and deep. ”Just like that, baby. Suck Mommy’s nipple. Pretend it’s full of milk for you. Good girl...”

Minne whimpered around the nipple, eyes fluttering shut, one small hand coming up to knead the other breast while she nursed greedily.

I watched the whole thing,Minne latched on like a baby, Delilah’s tits bouncing with every roll of her hips, her pussy squeezing me rhythmically, and nearly lost it right there.

”Fuck, you two are gonna kill me,” I rasped, thrusting up harder, licking that glowing spot again and again.

Delilah’s head fell back, a low moan spilling from her lips as Minne kept sucking, switching nipples now, tiny tongue flicking the hard peak. ”That’s it, baby... practice for when Daddy breeds me full again... suck harder...”

The sight and sound and feel of it, Delilah riding me, Minne nursing at her breast like she was already feeding from her, sent me spiraling. I slammed up one last time, hands gripping Delilah’s hips, and she shattered.

She came with a broken cry, back arching impossibly, pussy gushing hot and wet around my cock, soaking my lap as she screamed my name and Minne kept sucking through every pulse, tiny hands clutching Delilah’s breast like it was the only thing keeping her grounded.

Jasmine didn’t wait for Delilah to fully slide off. She shoved her aside with a playful growl, swung one leg over me, and lined up my slick cock with the open crotch of her black lace bodysuit.

”Look at you,” she taunted, hovering just out of reach, letting the head nudge her entrance. ”So close already. Bet you’d love to blow that load right now, wouldn’t you?”

I groaned, hips jerking up involuntarily, trying to sink into her. She laughed, low and wicked, and lifted higher, denying me.

”Uh-uh. Not yet, greedy boy.”

Then she dropped, fast and hard, taking every inch in one brutal slam. The sudden wet heat swallowed me whole; her ass slapped my thighs with a sharp crack that echoed through the room.

”Fuck!” I barked, hands flying to her hips.

Jasmine wasted no time. She started bouncing like she meant to break me, fast, filthy, merciless. Her thick ass clapped against me on every downstroke, the lace of her bodysuit scratching my skin, tits heaving under the sheer fabric.

”This cock is ours, Evan,” she snarled, nails digging into my chest. ”You don’t get to hide it in some new pussy without paying the price. Pound me until I break.”

I thrust up to meet her, hard, angry strokes that made her whole body jolt. Sweat beaded on her skin, dripping down between her tits. The room filled with the wet, obscene sound of her riding me, her pussy so tight it felt like it was trying to strangle my cock.

I was right there, balls tight, spine tingling, vision going white at the edges.

”Jasmine, fuck, I’m gonna—”

She felt it. Of course she did. Right as I started to swell inside her, she lifted clean off me, ass high, letting my cock slap uselessly against my stomach.

”No!” I roared, hips arching desperately, chasing that heat, eyes squeezed shut, every muscle locked as I teetered on the brink.

She hovered there, laughing breathlessly, watching me writhe. ”Not yet, baby. Hold it.”