The Heart System

Chapter 399: Chapter 399

Without a sound she dropped to her knees on the hardwood, skirt still rucked up around her hips. Her mouth closed around me—warm, careful, quiet. Not a single sloppy noise. Just soft suction and the faint heat of her tongue curling under the head.

Eleanor moaned against my shoulder, oblivious, hips twitching like she was trying to chase me back inside her.

I kept my voice low, rough. "You want my cock back in your pussy?"

She nodded fast against my skin. "Fuck me, Evan. Please. Put it in me."

Minne gave one last slow, dragging suck—lips tight all the way down—then let me go with a soft pop. I gripped myself, angled, and slid straight back into Eleanor’s soaked heat. She sighed like she’d been waiting her whole life for it.

I eased into a slower rhythm now, letting every inch drag. Then I tilted my head down toward my cock—eyes on Minne the whole time—and mouthed the words silently: ’Suck my balls.’

She leaned in without hesitation, quiet as a ghost. Her tongue found me first, hot and wet, then her lips closed around one, then the other, rolling them gently, sucking with just enough pressure to make my thighs tense.

The feeling hit like a slow electric current—Eleanor’s tight cunt gripping me in long, lazy strokes while Minne’s mouth worked underneath, soft pulls and flicks that made my sack draw up tight. Every time Minne’s tongue pressed harder, it sent a sharp jolt straight up my spine, doubling the heat already coiled low in my gut. The contrast was filthy perfection: Eleanor’s slick walls pulsing around my shaft, Minne’s careful, secret worship below. I could feel both of them at once, layered, overwhelming.

Eleanor finally lifted her head from my shoulder. Her lips found mine—open, hungry. I kissed her back, deep, swallowing the little sounds she made.

"You’re so good," she breathed against my mouth.

I smiled into the kiss. "You’re fucking wonderful."

My hands slid down to her ass. I grabbed hard, spreading her wider, pulling her onto me deeper while her legs locked tighter around my waist. Minne stayed right there, lips and tongue still working my balls in slow, steady rhythm.

I squeezed Eleanor’s cheeks harder—fingers digging in—and she moaned loud into my mouth, the sound vibrating through both of us.

I decided to carry Eleanor back toward the bed, her legs still wrapped around me like she never wanted to let go. But as I moved, my balls slipped free from Minne’s mouth with a wet, audible pop—slick and sudden, the kind of sound that hung in the air for a split second too long.

Eleanor’s head snapped up from my shoulder, her eyes wide and hazy with confusion. "What was that?"

I just grinned, cupping the back of her head to pull her in close. "Don’t worry about it," I murmured against her lips, then kissed her deep and slow, tongue sliding in to shut down any more questions. She melted into it, moaning softly, her body still trembling from the rhythm we’d built.

I lowered her onto the bed, flat on her back, her hair fanning out across the sheets like a dark halo. She looked up at me, chest heaving, nipples peaked and begging for attention. I was still buried inside her, but I pulled out slowly, watching her face twist with the loss. My cock glistened with her wetness, hard and throbbing in the cool air.

"Turn over," I said, voice low and commanding. "I want you on your hands and knees."

She bit her lip, a flush creeping up her neck, but she didn’t hesitate. Eleanor flipped onto her stomach, then pushed up onto all fours, arching her back just enough to present that perfect ass to me. Her pussy was swollen and slick, lips parted like an invitation I couldn’t refuse.

I knelt behind her, gripping my shaft and lining up. "Fuck, look at you," I growled, rubbing the head against her entrance, teasing. "So wet and ready for me. You love this cock, don’t you?"

She whimpered, pushing back against me. "Yes, Evan. God, yes. Just fuck me already."

I slammed in—hard, no warning—burying myself to the hilt in one thrust. She cried out, fingers clutching the sheets, her walls clenching around me like a vice. The angle was deeper like this, hitting spots that made her whole body shudder. I grabbed her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh, and started pounding—slow at first, then building, each slap of skin on skin echoing in the room.

"Take it," I grunted, thrusting harder. "Take every fucking inch. You feel so good wrapped around me."

Eleanor gasped, her head dropping forward for a second before she rocked back to meet every stroke. "God, yes—harder, Evan. I need it. Don’t hold back."

I reached forward, sliding my hand into her hair and tugging gently—just enough to lift her head and arch her back a little more. Her breasts swayed with the rhythm, nipples tight, and I caught the side of her face: lips parted, eyes half-closed in pure bliss. "Tell me," I rasped. "Tell me how much you love feeling me stretch you open like this."

"It’s so good," she moaned, voice cracking with pleasure. "You’re so thick—filling me up completely. Keep going, please. Fuck me just like that."

Her words sent heat roaring through me. I picked up the pace, hips driving forward with more force, the wet slap of our bodies filling the room. Sweat made our skin glide against each other, slick and hot. I flicked my eyes toward the door—Minne was still there in the shadows, peeking through the narrow gap, one hand working frantically between her thighs. Her gaze was glued to us, lips parted, breathing fast. Knowing she was watching made me throb even harder inside Eleanor.

I leaned down over her back, chest pressing to her spine, one arm wrapping around to cup her breast. I rolled her nipple between my fingers, pinching just firm enough to make her gasp. "You like that?" I murmured against her ear. "Being taken so deep? Your pussy’s gripping me so tight—like it never wants to let me go."

"Yes—fuck, yes," she panted, grinding back against me. "Harder. I want to feel you everywhere."

I twisted a little more, drawing a sharp, needy moan from her. My other hand slipped down between her legs, fingers finding her clit—swollen, slick, begging for attention. I circled it in time with my thrusts. "Come on, baby," I said low. "Tell me how bad you want my cum. Beg for it."

"I want it so much," she breathed, voice trembling with need. "Fill me up, Evan. Pump me full—I want to feel you spilling inside me, dripping out after."

The raw want in her voice pushed me right to the edge, but I held on, wanting to make it last. I straightened up, both hands on her hips now, spreading her a little wider so I could watch myself slide in and out—slow for a second, then hard again. She was soaked, creamy at the base of my cock, the sight filthy and perfect. "Look at how wet you are for me," I groaned. "You’re making such a mess. So fucking hot."

Eleanor pushed up onto her elbows and glanced back over her shoulder, a wicked little smile curving her lips. "Only because it’s you. Keep going—make me even messier. Fuck me until my legs shake tomorrow."

I brought my palm down on her ass—not too hard, just enough to leave a warm pink mark and make her moan louder. She arched higher, pushing back eagerly. "You want it like that?" I asked, voice rough. "Rough and deep?"

"Yes," she challenged breathlessly. "Give it to me. I can take it."

I pistoned faster, the bedframe creaking under us. My thumb drifted to the tight ring of her ass, pressing lightly against it—not entering, just teasing the sensitive skin. "Imagine if I took you here too someday," I said, low and teasing. "Both holes filled."

Her whole body shivered. "God, Evan—that sounds so dirty. Keep teasing. Maybe next time..."

"Next time?" I laughed softly, driving deeper. "Already thinking about round two? You’re insatiable."

She nodded fast, hair falling in her face. "Can’t help it. You feel too good. I want more—always more."

I pulled my thumb away and brought it to her lips. "Taste yourself," I said quietly.

She turned her head without hesitation, sucking my thumb into her mouth, tongue swirling slow and deliberate. Her eyes met mine, dark and hungry. The sight almost broke me. "Good girl," I praised, pulling free with a soft pop. "Now touch yourself. I want to feel you come all over my cock."

Her hand flew between her legs, fingers rubbing fast circles on her clit. "I’m so close, Evan. So fucking close. Keep talking—tell me."

"I’m gonna cum so deep inside you," I growled, thrusts turning relentless. "Fill you up until it’s running down your thighs."

"Yes—yes," she gasped, walls starting to flutter around me. "Give it to me. I want every drop."

I could feel her climbing, her moans turning shorter, sharper. Minne was still watching, cheeks flushed, fingers a blur—the secret thrill of it made everything burn hotter.

Eleanor’s breathing hitched. "Evan—I’m gonna cum. Don’t stop—harder, please!"

"Cum for me," I urged, one hand sliding back into her hair to hold her steady. "Let me feel that tight pussy squeeze me. Cum all over my cock."

She broke first—body locking up, a long, broken cry tearing from her throat as her orgasm crashed through her. Her walls clamped down in pulsing waves, milking me hard, dragging me right over with her. I slammed in deep one last time and came with a rough groan—hot, thick spurts flooding her, spilling out around my shaft as our bodies shuddered together. The feeling was overwhelming: her clenching rhythm pulling every last pulse from me, our sweat-slick skin pressed tight, locked in that perfect, trembling high.

We collapsed forward, me draped over her back, both of us panting hard. My cock twitched inside her a few more times, lazy aftershocks rippling through us. She turned her head, lazy smile spreading across her face.

"That was... incredible," she murmured, voice hoarse.

I kissed the curve of her shoulder, still catching my breath. "You’re telling me."

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- Sexual Activity Completed

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Partner: Eleanor

EXP Gained: +520

Villain Bonus: +50 EXP

Star Rating: 4.9 ★★★★

Reason: -

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- Bliss Multiplier: 741c

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