The Heart System

Chapter 428: Chapter 428

I slid my free hand between her thighs, fingers finding her clit immediately, swollen, slick, throbbing. I rubbed slow circles at first, matching the rhythm of my thrusts, then faster, firmer, until her hips bucked wildly.

"That what you need?" I rasped, pinching her clit lightly between thumb and forefinger. "This needy little button? Rubbing it while I fuck your ass? You’re gonna cum like this, aren’t you? Gonna soak the sheets while I pound this tight hole."

"Yes, yes, Master, please..."

I sped up everything—hips snapping forward harder, fingers rubbing frantic circles on her clit, thumb pressing down in tight, relentless spirals. Her pussy leaked steadily—hot, slippery—dripping onto my wrist, running down her thighs in thin rivulets. Her ass clenched around my cock with every thrust, milking me, pulling me deeper.

Tessa watched—breathless—her own hand slipping between her legs, rubbing her clit in time with my movements. "Fuck... look at her shake... she’s gonna explode..."

Minne’s moans turned to sharp cries—higher, faster—body trembling on the edge. Her thighs quivered, back bowing sharply, fingers clawing at the sheets. "Master—I’m—I’m gonna—please—don’t stop—"

I didn’t.

I fucked her harder, short, brutal thrusts, fingers flying over her clit, pinching, rubbing, pressing. Her whole body locked up—back arching like a bowstring, head snapping back, mouth open in a silent scream that quickly turned loud and raw.

She came hard.

Her pussy spasmed violently—walls pulsing in rhythmic waves, gushing wetness that soaked my hand, my balls, the bed beneath us. Her ass clenched around my cock so tight I groaned as the orgasm ripped through her. She screamed ’Master,’ broken, desperate, body shaking uncontrollably, thighs trembling, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. Wave after wave crashed through her—pussy squirting in small, hot bursts, ass fluttering, clit throbbing under my fingers. She rode it out—long, shattering—until her arms gave out and she collapsed forward, still impaled on me, still shaking.

"Good girl," I rasped, voice wrecked. "Cum so fucking hard for me... look at you... soaking everything... such a perfect little slut..."

I held still for a heartbeat—letting her ride the aftershocks—then pulled back slowly, inch by inch, until I slipped free with a wet pop.

Minne whimpered at the emptiness, ass winking, pussy still pulsing weakly.

I turned to Tessa—still bent over, eyes dark and waiting.

"Your turn now."

Her hair spilled over one shoulder, lips parted, eyes locked on me with that familiar mix of challenge and hunger. She wasn’t Minne. She didn’t melt or whimper. She pushed back, daring me.

Tessa smirked over her shoulder. "About fucking time, cowboy."

I stepped behind her, grabbed the base of her plug, and twisted it once—slow, teasing—before pulling it out in one smooth drag. The flared head popped free with a wet suck; her asshole stayed open for a second—pink, slick, winking—before starting to close. She groaned low, pushing back like she missed the stretch already.

"Fuck that tight little asshole," she rasped, voice thick. "Come on. Don’t play nice."

I spat into my palm—once, thick—then slicked my cock with it. The head was still wet from Minne; now it glistened even more. I lined up, pressed the tip against her rim, and pushed.

She hissed through her teeth—half pain, half pleasure—as the head breached her. Her ring clamped down hard around me, hot and impossibly tight. I felt every ridge, every flutter as I sank in—slow at first, letting her adjust, letting her feel the stretch.

"Yeah... that’s it," she growled, pushing back to take more. "Fuck, you’re thick. Keep going. Don’t stop."

Of course I didn’t.

I thrust forward, harder, burying half my length in one go. Tessa groaned, head dropping forward, fingers digging into the sheets. Her ass clenched around me like a fist, pulling me deeper.

"You in yet?" she taunted, voice strained but still cocky. "I can’t feel you, cowboy."

I slapped her ass—hard, the crack ringing out—then grabbed both cheeks and spread her wider.

"You sure about that?" I asked, pulling back almost to the tip before slamming in to the hilt.

She barked a laugh that turned into a moan—loud, raw—back bowing sharply. "Fuck—yes—there you are."

I started moving—long, punishing strokes that pulled almost all the way out before driving back in deep. Each thrust made her ass jiggle, the flesh rippling under my palms. She pushed back to meet me every time—greedy, aggressive—moaning and cursing under her breath.

"Harder," she demanded. "Fuck me like you mean it. Wreck this asshole."

I gave it to her.

Hips snapped forward—fast, brutal—skin slapping skin loud enough to echo off the walls. The bed creaked under us; Minne watched from the side, eyes wide and glassy, fingers idly circling her clit while she caught her breath.

Tessa’s moans turned rougher—grunts, curses, broken laughs. "Shit—yes—right there—fuck—don’t stop—"

I slapped her ass again, then again, alternating cheeks until both glowed bright red. Each smack made her clench around me tighter, dragging a groan out of my throat.

"Goddamn, this ass," I growled, gripping her hips so hard my fingers left marks. "So fucking tight. So greedy. You love getting your asshole pounded, don’t you? Love feeling me stretch you wide."

"Fuck yes," she panted, pushing back harder. "Love it—love your cock splitting me open—don’t you dare slow down—"

I fucked her relentlessly, deep, fast, each thrust bottoming out, balls slapping against her soaked pussy. Her moans grew louder, wilder, voice cracking on every exhale. Sweat slicked her back; her hair stuck to her neck; her fingers clawed at the sheets.

I reached around with one hand, found her clit, swollen, slick, throbbing, and rubbed hard circles. She jolted—whole body jerking—moaning louder.

"Fuck... Evan... yes—rub it—make me cum..."

I sped up my fingers—frantic, relentless—pinching, rolling, pressing down while I kept pounding her ass. Her pussy leaked steadily—dripping onto the sheets, coating my balls. Her walls started fluttering around my cock again—those telltale pulses that meant she was close.

"You gonna cum like this?" I rasped, voice strained. "Gonna cum with my cock buried in your tight little asshole? Gonna soak the bed while I fuck you raw?"

"Yes, fuck, yes, don’t stop... don’t you fucking stop—"

Her moans turned to sharp cries—higher, faster—body trembling on the edge. Her thighs shook; her back bowed sharper; her fingers dug into the mattress so hard the fabric tore.

Then she broke.

She came screaming my name, voice raw and shattered. Her asshole clamped down around me in violent, rhythmic spasms—milking me so tight it dragged a groan out of my throat. Her pussy gushed—hot, wet pulses—squirting in short bursts that soaked my hand, my thighs, the sheets beneath us. She shook uncontrollably—whole body convulsing—head thrown back, mouth open in a silent scream that quickly turned loud and broken.

"Good girl," I growled, thrusting through it—slow, deep—riding every spasm. "Cum so fucking hard... squeeze that ass around me... milk me..."

"You... you’re the..." She moaned. "You’re the good girl. Bastard."

"Sure, sure. I’m the good girl. Whatever you say."

"Fuck you."

She kept spasming—long, rolling waves—moaning brokenly, body shaking like she might fall apart. Her walls fluttered and clenched in endless, greedy pulses, drawing me deeper, trying to pull me over the edge with her.

I pushed one last time—deep, to the hilt—holding there while she rode the aftershocks.

Then I pulled out slowly, inch by inch, until I slipped free with a wet pop. Her asshole gaped for a second... pink, slick, before starting to close.

I stepped back for a second, cock still hard and slick, throbbing in the cool air of the bedroom. Minne was still on all fours, ass red from the slaps, pussy glistening, breathing in shallow little pants. Tessa stayed beside her, propped on her elbows, dark eyes watching me with that same hungry, challenging look.

"Minne," I said, voice low but firm. "Get on top of Tessa."

Minne’s cheeks flushed deeper—bright scarlet—but she didn’t hesitate. She crawled forward slowly, shy and careful, knees sinking into the mattress. Tessa lay back fully now, legs spread wide, arms open like she was welcoming her. Minne paused for half a heartbeat, then lowered herself down—chest to chest, small breasts pressing against Tessa’s fuller ones, nipples brushing together.

Tessa wrapped her arms around Minne’s waist, pulling her closer until their bodies aligned perfectly. Minne’s ass rested right on top of Tessa’s mound; their pussies lined up, slick folds kissing, clit to clit. Minne’s smaller, pinker pussy sat snug against Tessa’s darker, swollen one—both already dripping, wetness mixing where they touched. Their assholes hovered just above each other, Minne’s still slightly open from earlier, Tessa’s plugged rim peeking out beneath the silver base.

The sight was obscene—two asses stacked, two pussies pressed together, both glistening and ready. Minne’s red hair spilled across Tessa’s shoulder; Tessa’s darker strands fanned out on the pillow. Their breathing synced—quick, shallow—chests rising and falling against each other.

"Fuck," I muttered, climbing back onto the bed. "Look at you two. Stacked like that... pussies kissing, asses begging."

I grabbed Tessa’s hips first and turned her body so she faced me more directly. Minne moved with her—small whimper as their slick folds dragged against each other—until both were angled toward me, legs spread wide, bodies aligned on the mattress instead of hanging off the edge.

I knelt between Tessa’s thighs, cock lined up with Minne’s ass again. One hand braced on Tessa’s hip for leverage; the other guided myself to Minne’s hole. I pushed in—slow at first—watching her rim stretch around the head, then the shaft, until I was buried to the hilt in her ass once more.

Minne moaned—soft, trembling—head dropping forward so her forehead rested against Tessa’s collarbone. "Master... oh... so deep..."