The Heart System

Chapter 721: Chapter 721

Now... Carrie Beldenwary. She wanted to meet up with me, huh? I still couldn’t believe how I had managed to tame her like that. She was a public figure. Everyone knew her as helpful, charitable, and good-hearted. In reality? She was the bitch who tried to steal Kim from me. Tried to ruin my life just because her little step-son wanted it.

But then again, she was doing it for her son’s sake. I could... weird enough, understand her. I knew where her heart was. But it still didn’t change how I felt toward her.

I didn’t hate her. I didn’t like her either. She was just... there, I suppose. Though, after seeing her breakdown in that dirty motel room, I couldn’t help but feel a little guilty for her. She was just a mother trying to do her best for her son.

I knocked on the door. ”You in there?”

”Come in.”

I turned the doorknob and stepped inside. Carrie was standing in front of the dirty motel room’s window, smoking while looking outside. On the bed lay a surgical mask, sunglasses, and a pink wig. Guess she used those to come here unnoticed.

I closed the door behind me. She put out her cigarette on the windowsill ashtray and began removing her gray dress. Once she was done, she stood there in just her black and white underwear. Damn, her body was thick. She had a little tummy as well. A true MILF, I swear. She was just the right size.

”Missed me?” I asked.

”Did you?” she replied, grabbing her dress off the ground and hanging it on the chair.

I walked toward her. ”Honestly? Yeah.”

”Good.” She nodded. ”My friend Luna misses you too, while we’re on the subject.”

”Does she now?”

She nodded, putting a hand on her waist. ”She says she was able to cum for the first time in a long time. Like months.”

”And I thought you were a masochist.”

”I’m not like that,” she shrugged.

I grabbed her by the hand, which she probably didn’t expect me to do so gently. I slowly walked her to the single bed and guided her to sit, then sat beside her. She just looked at me, then crossed her legs and waited.

Nope. I wasn’t going to go rough on her. Not because I didn’t want to earn bad boy points, but because... I didn’t want to. I think she didn’t even like that kind of hard play anymore.

”I love your body.”

She exhaled. ”You probably don’t see my tummy, huh?”

I grabbed her soft tummy with one hand and squeezed it gently. I wouldn’t call her fat. Just thick in all the right places. Like I said before, a true MILF in my eyes. Damn, she was a beauty... and even though she was taller and bigger, Kayla somehow had a bigger ass than her. Sheesh, that woman’s backside had to be examined by scientists or something.

I let go and leaned closer, capturing her lips in a slow kiss. Again, she probably wasn’t expecting me to be this gentle, because her eyes stayed open the whole time.

I pulled back and locked eyes with her.

”Never asked, though. How was the small break you took from everything?”

She watched as I placed my hand on her thigh, rubbing it gently. ”Yeah. My husband didn’t like it.”

”You... husband?” I asked, a little surprised.

She nodded. ”The public doesn’t know.”

Wow... so she was married? I had always taken her for a divorced woman. So she was just cheating on her husband with me? Jeez, this woman.

”You two have sex?” I asked, moving my hand lower toward her panties.

She shook her head, her breath hitching. ”He’s fifty-seven. Maybe every month or so.”

I slid her panties to the side and smirked. She was already wet. ”So that’s why you’re so pent up?”

She gave a weak nod.

”Such a bad wife.”

I slid one finger slowly inside her wet cunt. Carrie moaned softly, her walls clenching around my digit.

”Already so wet for me,” I murmured, moving my finger in and out gently. ”Your husband doesn’t fuck this pussy enough, does he? Poor neglected little cunt... just begging for attention.”

Carrie moaned louder, her hips rolling slightly against my hand. ”Evan... don’t say that...”

”But it’s true, isn’t it?” I added another finger, curling them inside her as I pumped slowly. ”He’s too old to satisfy you. So you come to me... letting me use this married pussy like it belongs to me.”

She bit her lip, moaning as my fingers worked deeper. ”Ahh... yes... it feels so good when you touch me...”

I kept moving my fingers in a steady rhythm, rubbing her inner walls while my thumb circled her clit. ”That’s it. Moan for me. Let me hear how much better I am than your husband. This pussy is mine now, isn’t it?”

Carrie’s breathing grew heavier. ”Yes... it’s yours... fuck, Evan... your fingers feel so much better than his...”

I pushed a third finger inside her, stretching her wet cunt as I finger-fucked her harder. ”Look at you... married woman, dripping all over my hand. Does your husband know what a slut you are for me?”

She moaned loudly, her hips bucking against my fingers. ”No... he doesn’t... please don’t stop...”

I leaned in closer, my voice low and teasing. ”I bet he has no idea his wife is here getting her cunt played with by another man. While he’s at home... you’re spreading your legs for me like a desperate whore.”

Carrie’s moans turned into desperate whimpers as I kept fingering her, my fingers curling to hit that sensitive spot inside her. ”Evan... I’m... I’m so close...”

I pushed her down onto the bed. She laid on her back, her legs dangling off the edge. I knelt on the floor at the edge of the bed, grabbed her thighs, and pulled her toward me until her ass was right at the edge.

Her used MILF pussy was on full display, pink, loose, and glistening with her arousal. Her lips were swollen and parted, juices dripping down toward her asshole.

Ah, fuck. Negative points. Guess I had to just suck it up.