The Heart System

Chapter 397: Chapter 397

She wrapped her hand around the base—warm, firm—and leaned in, tongue flicking out to lap at the head, tasting the bead of pre-cum. Then she took me into her mouth—slow at first, lips stretching wide around the head, tongue swirling underneath. She sank down deeper, cheeks hollowing, throat relaxing as she took more, more, until her nose brushed my pelvis and I was buried all the way in her throat.

I groaned, head falling back. "Fuck yeah... that’s it, baby... just like that... take it all."

She moaned around me, the vibration shooting straight through my cock, making it twitch in her throat. She pulled back slowly—lips dragging along the shaft, tongue pressing flat against the underside—until just the head remained in her mouth. She sucked hard on the tip, tongue flicking the slit, then plunged back down again, deepthroating me in one smooth motion. Spit coated my shaft, dripping down to my balls, her hand pumping the base in time with her mouth.

She was good—really good. She could take me deep without gagging, throat opening up like she’d practiced, lips sealed tight, cheeks hollowing with every suck. Every time she bottomed out, her nose pressed against my skin, throat convulsing around me in little swallows that felt like heaven. She pulled off with a wet pop, spit stringing from her lips to my cock, then dove back down—sloppy, hungry, moaning like she was the one getting off.

"Goddamn... your mouth’s fucking perfect," I groaned, hand sliding into her hair, guiding her rhythm without forcing. "Look at you... swallowing my cock like you’re starving for it... spit all over me... fuck, baby, you’re so good at this."

She hummed in response, the vibration making my balls tighten. She pulled off again, spat onto my cock—thick, messy—then wrapped her hand around it, stroking fast while her tongue lapped at my balls, sucking one into her mouth, rolling it gently before licking up the shaft and taking me deep again.

She repeated it—spit, stroke, deepthroat—over and over, spit dripping everywhere, her chin shiny, eyes watering but never breaking eye contact. She was relentless, hungry, moaning around my cock like she couldn’t get enough.

Finally she pulled off with a gasp, spit stringing from her lips to my cock, and climbed up onto the bed. She turned her back to me, bent over the bedframe—hands gripping the metal, ass arched high, pussy dripping, legs spread. She reached back with one hand, spreading her lips open, showing me how wet she was.

"Fuck me raw," she said, voice low and needy.

I got up from the bed, cock still hard and slick from her mouth, throbbing with every heartbeat. Eleanor was bent over the bedframe, hands braced on the metal, ass arched high, pussy glistening between her thighs. I stepped up behind her, pressing my body to hers—chest to her back, cock nestling between her ass cheeks.

I rubbed the head along her slit—slow, teasing, mixing my pre-cum with her juices, coating myself in her wetness. She moaned softly, hips rocking back instinctively, trying to take me inside. I leaned in, tongue dragging up the length of her spine—slow, wet trail from the small of her back all the way to the nape of her neck. I kissed the skin there, sucked lightly, then grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back just enough to make her gasp.

"Evan..." she breathed, voice shaky with want.

I kept rubbing my cock against her pussy—sliding the head through her folds, bumping her clit, spreading her wetness everywhere. "So sexy," I murmured into her ear, tugging her hair a little harder. "Already dripping for me... pussy so wet it’s practically begging."

She laughed breathlessly, the sound turning into a moan. "Look at you going rough. I’m old enough to be your mother, you know that, right? That’s a bit rude."

I smirked, lips brushing her ear. "Still, Eleanor... thirty-eight isn’t even old. What did you call it? Beautifully matured."

Before she could answer, I pushed in—slow at first, letting her feel the stretch as my cock parted her walls, sinking deeper inch by inch until I was buried to the hilt. She moaned long and low, head falling forward, hair spilling over her shoulders. The feeling was incredible—hot, tight, her pussy gripping me like a glove, walls fluttering around every ridge as I filled her completely.

I started moving—long, deep strokes, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in, hips rolling to grind against her clit with each plunge. I kept one hand tangled in her hair, pulling just enough to keep her arched, the other sliding around to cup her breast, pinching her nipple hard.

"Fuck... your pussy’s perfect," I growled against her neck, sucking the skin there. "So wet... so tight... taking my cock like you were made for it... love how you squeeze me every time I bottom out."

She moaned louder, hips pushing back to meet me. "Evan—yes—deeper—fuck me deeper—"

I slapped her ass—hard, the crack sharp in the room, flesh jiggling under my palm. She cried out, pussy clenching tight around me. "God... look at this ass... thick, bouncing every time I fuck you..."

Fuck, she was so good.

I slapped again—other cheek, watching the red bloom, skin hot and stinging. "You love it, don’t you? Getting fucked raw by someone younger... your pussy dripping all over me... taking it like a needy little thing."

"Yes, fuck, yes, harder—please..." she gasped, voice breaking.

I went faster—hips snapping forward, cock slamming deep, balls slapping her clit with every thrust. Her pussy clenched harder, walls fluttering wildly, juices running down my shaft, soaking my balls, dripping onto the floor. I yanked her hair back further, forcing her to arch, tits bouncing with every impact, nipples hard and dark.

She was close—I could feel it in the way her pussy spasmed, the way her moans turned higher, body trembling. "Evan—I’m—close—gonna cum—"

"Already?" I growled, thrusting harder. "You’re such a greedy girl... pussy’s already fluttering around my cock like it’s starving..."

The UI flickered in my vision.

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Orgasm Control

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Target: Eleanor

Arousal: ■■■■■■■■□□ 87%

(Commands unlocked at 80%+ arousal)

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Available Commands

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[1] Deny Orgasm

[2] Ruin Orgasm

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I mentally selected [1] Deny Orgasm.

Eleanor tensed, body locking up, pussy clenching desperately around me—but the peak slipped away. She moaned in frustration, hips bucking wildly, trying to chase it, but I held her steady, slowing my thrusts just enough to keep her on the edge without letting her fall over.

She glanced back at me, face flushed, eyes glassy. "Evan... what... why..."

I smirked, still buried deep inside her. "This is supposed to be a workout, Eleanor. You have to earn it."

She whimpered, body trembling. I pulled out slowly, cock slick and shining with her wetness, and lay back on the bed. I propped myself up on my elbows, cock standing straight up, throbbing.

"Come on," I said. "Jump on my cock."

Eleanor smiled faintly, half-frustrated, half-hungry, and climbed onto the bed. She positioned herself over me, facing me, knees on either side of my hips. She reached down, guided my cock to her entrance, and lowered herself slowly—taking me inch by inch until I was buried to the hilt inside her pussy.

She moaned low, head falling back, hands braced on my chest as she settled fully on me, pussy clenching tight around my cock.

Eleanor reached up with both hands, gathering her long dark hair in a loose twist, then pulled it all up and held it above her head with one hand. The motion lifted her chest, arching her back slightly, tits rising and thrusting forward, nipples stiff. Her stomach flexed, a soft curve of muscle showing under the skin, waist narrowing into wide hips. She looked down at me with heavy-lidded eyes and a knowing half-smile—like she knew exactly how fucking hot she looked right now, arms raised, body on full display, pussy hovering just above my cock, dripping onto the head.

I groaned low in my throat, hips twitching up instinctively. "Fuck... look at you... holding your hair like that... tits up, pussy dripping... you know what you’re doing to me, don’t you?"

She smirked, lowering herself slowly—taking just the head inside her, teasing, then sinking down further until half my cock was buried. "Maybe..."

She started jumping—slow at first, lifting her hips high, then dropping down hard, pussy swallowing my cock in wet, rhythmic strokes. Her ass slapped against my thighs with every descent, tits bouncing freely above me, hair still held up in her fist, making her look like some kind of filthy goddess riding me.

"Goddamn... that’s it, baby," I rasped, hands sliding up her thighs to grip her hips. "Ride me harder... fuck yourself on my cock... look at those tits bouncing... so fucking sexy..."

She moaned, picking up speed—jumping faster, slamming down harder, pussy clenching tight around me with every drop. The wet sounds grew louder—sloppy, obscene, her juices coating my shaft, dripping down my balls, soaking the sheets beneath me.

She leaned forward suddenly, hair still held up, and kissed me—deep, messy, tongue sliding against mine, moaning into my mouth. Then she straightened again and she started jumping even harder, faster, ass slapping my thighs with sharp cracks, pussy gripping me like a fist.

"So good..." she gasped, voice breaking. "Your cock... so deep... filling me up..."

I moaned louder, hips bucking up to meet her drops, hands sliding to her waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh. "Fuck—Eleanor—your pussy’s perfect... squeezing me so tight... love how you ride me... tits bouncing like that... ass slapping down... you’re killing me, baby..."