The Heart System

Chapter 391: Chapter 391

I swung my legs off the bed, bare feet hitting the cold floor. The room was dim, gray morning light seeping through the curtains, heavy clouds outside smothering any real sun. Snow drifted lazily past the window—slow, fat flakes that barely moved, like the world was holding its breath.

I stood, walked to the desk, grabbed the cigarette pack with shaking fingers, tapped one out, and lit it. The first drag burned my throat, sharp and familiar. I exhaled slowly, smoke curling toward the ceiling.

What the hell was that?* Silk... Was she the woman with the umbrella? The one from the dream?

Miko said they let Silk go for nothing. What did that even mean? Why did it feel like I’d heard it before? Like it mattered?

Another drag. The nicotine steadied me a little, but the questions kept circling.

No work today, at least. I could breathe. Relax. Maybe figure out what the fuck was going on.

The bathroom door opened behind me. Nala stepped out, bathrobe tied loosely around her waist, hair damp and clinging to her shoulders. She hadn’t noticed the way my shoulders were still tense, the way my hand shook slightly around the cigarette. She smiled—soft, sleepy, beautiful—and walked straight to me.

"Morning," she murmured, rising on her toes to kiss me. Her lips were warm, tasted faintly of toothpaste. I kissed her back, one hand sliding to her waist, pulling her closer for a second.

"Morning," I said against her mouth, managing a small smile. She didn’t ask why I was up so early or why the cigarette was already lit. Just accepted it, like always.

She stepped back, untied the robe, let it fall to the floor. Naked, skin still flushed from the hot water, droplets clinging to her collarbone, her breasts, the curve of her hip. She bent slightly to pick up her panties from the chair—black lace, simple—and I watched the way her ass jiggled softly when she moved, the gentle sway of her cheeks as she stepped into them, pulling the fabric up slowly over her thighs. The lace hugged her curves perfectly, cutting high on her hips, accentuating the roundness of her ass, the dip of her waist. My cock twitched in my boxers, already half-hard from the sight.

She reached for her bra next—black, matching the panties. Before she could hook it, I stubbed the cigarette out in the ashtray, crossed the room in two steps, and wrapped my arms around her from behind. My hands slid over her bare stomach, pulling her back against my chest. She laughed softly, surprised, the sound turning into a hum when I pressed my lips to the side of her neck.

I needed to distract myself. Or... I’d die from overthinking.

I walked her backward toward the bed, hands roaming—up to cup her breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples, making them harden instantly. She let herself be guided, body soft and pliant against mine. When the backs of her knees hit the mattress, I pushed gently. She fell back onto the bed with a small bounce, bathrobe open, tits spilling to the sides, nipples dark and peaked.

I climbed over her, caging her with my arms, and lowered my head to one breast. I licked her nipple—slow circle with the flat of my tongue—then sucked it into my mouth, hard. She moaned, back arching, fingers sliding into my hair. I switched to the other nipple, sucking deeper, teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp. Then I kissed her—deep, hungry, tongue sliding against hers, tasting her, swallowing her soft whimpers.

My cock was fully hard now, straining against my boxers, pressed against her thigh. I was horny, badly, and she could feel it.

Nala smiled against my mouth, reaching down to tug her panties aside with one hand. "Morning fuck?"

I smirked, kissing the corner of her mouth. "Morning fuck."

I pushed Nala’s legs wider, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of her hips. She was on her back, bathrobe long gone, black panties already tugged to the side, pussy glistening and swollen from the earlier teasing. I knelt between her thighs, cock hard and leaking, and lined up—rubbing the head along her slit once, twice, coating myself in her wetness before pushing in slow, deep, feeling her open around me with a soft, wet sound.

She moaned low, back arching off the bed, hands flying to my shoulders, nails digging in as I bottomed out. "Evan... fuck... so full..."

I started moving with slow thrusts, pulling almost all the way out, letting her feel the drag of every inch, then sinking back in deep, grinding my pelvis against her clit with each stroke. Her pussy clenched around me, hot and slick, walls fluttering every time I hit that spot inside her. I leaned down, kissing her hard—tongue sliding against hers, swallowing her moans—while one hand cupped her breast, thumb circling her nipple, pinching lightly, then harder when she gasped into my mouth.

"God, you feel so good," I murmured against her lips, voice rough, hips rolling deeper, grinding hard enough to make her gasp. "Tight little pussy gripping me like you never want to let go... love how wet you are for me... dripping all over my cock, soaking everything."

Nala whimpered, legs wrapping around my waist, heels digging into my lower back. "Don’t stop... please... just like that... deeper..."

I kept the rhythm steady—long, slow strokes, grinding my pelvis against her clit with pressure. Her pussy was soaked, hot and slick, gripping me like a velvet fist every time I bottomed out. The wet sounds of our bodies filled the room—soft, obscene squelches with every thrust, her juices coating my cock, dripping down my balls, soaking the sheets beneath her ass.

I leaned down, kissing her hard—tongue sliding against hers, tasting her moans, swallowing every little sound she made. My hand slid down between us, fingers finding her swollen clit, rubbing tight, fast circles while I thrust, the dual sensation making her moan louder into my mouth, hips bucking up to meet me greedily. My other hand gripped her hip, fingers digging into the soft flesh, guiding her onto me harder with each stroke.

"You love this, don’t you?" I growled against her ear, nipping the lobe lightly. "Love feeling me fill you up... slow and deep... your pussy’s fluttering around me already... so fucking sensitive... gonna cum soon, aren’t you?"

"Evan—fuck—your fingers... your cock... I’m gonna—" Her voice broke, body tensing, pussy clenching hard around me.

I felt her climax hit—sudden, violent. Her pussy spasmed wildly, walls pulsing in rhythmic contractions, gushing hot and wet around my cock. She screamed my name, hips bucking uncontrollably, legs shaking, back arching off the bed as wave after wave crashed through her. Her tits bouncing with every tremor, nipples hard and dark, face flushed, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in a raw, broken moan. Juices soaked us both, dripping down my balls, the sheets beneath her ass dark and wet.

I kept thrusting slow through it, drawing out every pulse, letting her ride the aftershocks until she collapsed beneath me, panting hard, body trembling.

"First one," I whispered, kissing her neck, sucking lightly on the skin. "You’re so fucking beautiful when you cum... pussy milking me like that..."

She laughed breathlessly, still shaking. "You’re evil... keep going..."

I pulled out slowly, cock slick and shining with her wetness, and flipped her over—hands guiding her hips up, ass in the air, face down on the pillow. Doggy style—her back arched perfectly, pussy and ass presented, cheeks spread slightly from the position. I slapped her ass once—firm, the flesh jiggling—and she moaned, pushing back toward me.

"Ass up higher," I said, voice rough. She obeyed, arching more, pussy dripping down her thighs.

I lined up again and thrust in—hard this time, burying myself to the hilt in one stroke. She cried out, hands fisting the sheets, ass cheeks rippling from the impact. I started fucking her—fast, deep, hips slamming forward, balls slapping her clit with every plunge. My hands gripped her hips, fingers digging in, pulling her back onto me with each thrust, making her take every inch.

"Fuck—look at this ass bouncing," I growled, slapping her cheek again, watching the red bloom. "Taking my cock so good... pussy dripping all over me... you love getting fucked like this, don’t you?"

"Yes, fuck, yes, harder... Evan—please—" she moaned, voice muffled into the pillow, hips pushing back to meet me.

I reached forward, grabbing a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back just enough to force her spine into a deeper arch. The motion pulled her shoulders off the mattress, tits thrusting forward, nipples stiff and dark against the flushed skin of her chest. She gasped sharply, the sound turning into a needy whimper as her neck stretched, throat exposed, pulse hammering under the thin skin. My other hand slid around her hip and down between her legs—fingers finding her swollen clit immediately, rubbing fast, tight circles with just enough pressure to make her hips jerk involuntarily.

Her pussy clenched tighter around my cock, walls fluttering in frantic little spasms, juices running in hot rivulets down my shaft, soaking my balls and dripping onto the sheets in steady, wet patters. Every thrust made obscene squelching noises—loud, filthy, echoing in the quiet room—her wetness coating everything, slick and messy, the scent of her arousal thick in the air.

"Fuck—Evan—your hand... your cock... don’t stop—" she moaned, voice high and trembling, hips pushing back to meet me even though the angle was already deep and punishing. I could feel her building fast again—her moans climbing in pitch, body trembling harder, pussy starting to spasm in erratic pulses around me, clit throbbing under my fingers like a second heartbeat.

"You’re gonna cum again already?" I growled against her ear, yanking her hair a little harder, making her arch even more. "Greedy little thing... pussy’s already fluttering like it’s starving... you love getting fucked like this, don’t you? Bent over, hair pulled, clit rubbed raw while I pound you deep."

"Yes... fuck... Evan—please—let me—" Her voice cracked, breath hitching, hips bucking wildly now, ass shaking against my pelvis with every slam. Her pussy clenched harder, walls rippling in desperate waves, juices gushing out in thick spurts, soaking my hand, my thighs, the bed beneath us. Her tits bounced heavily beneath her, nipples scraping the sheets, stomach flexing with every thrust, sweat shining on her skin in the dim light.

I rubbed her clit faster—relentless circles, fingers slick with her wetness—while I pounded harder, hips a blur, cock reaming her pussy with brutal, deep strokes, hitting that spot over and over until her whole body seized.

"Evan—I’m—close—again—" she cried, voice breaking into a high whine.

"Oh, you’re close?"

"Yes, yes, yes..." She gritted her teeth, eyes closed tightly. "Oh, fuck..."

"Cum, cum for me..."

"Evan... Evan!"

I wanted to deny her orgasm but... nah. Not her. I wouldn’t use that power on her.