The Heart System

Chapter 449: Chapter 449

Tessa was humming now, the vibrations of her throat traveling through my entire lower body as she took my balls into her mouth. She was sucking on them with a desperate, rhythmic suction, her tongue darting out to lick the sensitive seam behind my sack. Every time I thrust forward, buried deep in Minne’s dirtiest hole, Tessa’s mouth worked harder, pulling the pleasure out of me.

"Is she tight enough for you, Evan?" Tessa asked, pulling back for a split second, her face flushed. "Does her asshole feel better than mine? Tell me. Tell me how much you love stuffing her shithole."

"It feels like a fucking vice," I admitted, my vision starting to go gray at the edges. "She’s so fucking tight, Tessa. It’s like she’s trying to bite my dick off with her ass."

Minne let out a high-pitched, warbling cry, her fingers scratching at the wood of the penthouse door. "I’m trying... I’m trying to squeeze it all... give it to me, Master! Fill me, please! I want to feel your hot cum leaking out of me for the rest of the night, Master!"

I lost all sense of restraint. I grabbed Minne by her hair, pulling her head back so I could see the sheer, mindless ecstasy on her face, and I began to pile-drive into her. I wasn’t just fucking her; I was trying to claim every inch of her.

Tessa was a frantic blur of motion below me, her hands working my thighs, her mouth a vacuum around my nuts. I felt the pressure building in the base of my spine, a heavy, throbbing ache that demanded to be released.

"I’m close!" I roared, my muscles coiling like a spring. "I’m fucking coming, Minne!"

"Yes! Give it to me! All of it!"

Tessa’s eyes went wide, and she increased her suction. I felt the first wave hit—a violent, staggering jolt that started in my toes and shot straight up my spine.

"Fuck! Argh!"

I slammed home one last time, pinning Minne against the door, and then I let go. The first jet of cum hit her internal walls like a lightning strike. I felt my cock twitch and throb, pulsing deep inside her asshole as I poured myself into her.

"Oh, god!" Minne screamed, her entire body going rigid, her toes curling against the floor.

I kept pumping, jet after jet of hot, thick seed filling her up. I could feel her asshole trying to reject it, the muscles clenching in shock, but I held her there, forcing her to take every drop. Tessa didn’t stop either; she kept sucking, kept working my balls until the very last bit of pressure was drained out of me.

I slumped forward, my chest heaving, my forehead resting against the back of Minne’s neck. We stayed like that for a long minute, the only sound the heavy, ragged breathing of three people who had just pushed themselves to the absolute limit.

Slowly, agonizingly, I started to pull out. With a wet, sucking pop, my cock slid free. It was covered in a messy mix of spit, sweat, and a bit of the ’lubrication’ we’d used. As I backed away, I watched as the overflow started to happen. A thick, white stream of my cum began to leak out of Minne’s stretched, gaping asshole, dripping down her inner thighs and onto the floor.

Tessa stayed on her knees, watching the display with a look of pure, unadulterated pride. She reached out, catching a bit of the stray cum on her finger and bringing it to her lips.

"Look at that mess," Tessa whispered, a dark smirk on her face. "You really filled her up, didn’t you?"

Minne just leaned against the door, her legs shaking so badly she looked like she might collapse. She looked down over her shoulder at the trail I’d left behind. "It... it’s so much," she whimpered, her voice full of awe.

I exhaled, a long, shaky breath, and looked at both of them. My body felt like lead, my muscles aching in the best way possible. I reached out, patting Minne’s flushed cheek before pulling Tessa up from the floor.

"You guys are trying to kill me," I joked, though my heart was still racing.

Tessa leaned in, kissing my jaw. "Maybe. But what a way to go, right?"

I looked at the mess on the floor, the disheveled state of the two sisters, and the quiet luxury of the penthouse around us. "Yeah," I muttered, a tired smile tugging at my lips. "What a way to go."

"Now," Tessa said, taking charge as she always did. "Let’s get Minne to the shower before she stains the rug. And then... Evan. One last thing I want from you."

"Hmm?"

"Jasmine told me she’d give you a footjob in Kim’s car... well, her old car. You remember it?" Tessa asked, a wicked glint in her eyes as we stood in the hallway.

I felt a smirk tug at my lips. "I do."

"Now, I think it’s payback time for Kim, don’t you?"

"I... don’t know what you’re thinking, Tessa," I replied, though the heat in my gut told me exactly where she was heading.

"Kim asked me to get revenge for her old car. Bla bla, and I agreed... and she also said she’d pay me ten bucks, so... yeah," Tessa chuckled, her voice dropping into that low, dangerous register she used when she was feeling especially cruel.

"Uuh..." I muttered, the blood already rushing back down to my crotch. "Tne bucks?"

"Come with me," she commanded.

We entered the penthouse, the air still heavy with the scent of the workout I’d just given Minne. Minne was still shaking on her pins, looking completely used and blissful. She turned to me, her voice a small, obedient whisper. "I’ll be taking a shower, Master."

I didn’t say a word; I just reached out and delivered a stinging slap to her red, swollen ass. The sound echoed through the foyer, and she let out a tiny gasp before scurrying off toward the bathroom. I watched her go, the sway of her hips a taunt, but Tessa wasn’t done with me yet.

Tessa led me toward the master bedroom. She opened the door with agonizing slowness, her movements silent as a ghost. Inside, the room was dim, lit only by the distant glow of the city skyline through the floor-to-ceiling windows. On the massive bed, Jasmine was fast asleep, sprawled out in a mess of silk sheets. Nala was curled up beside her, both of them dead to the world, their breathing deep and rhythmic.

Jasmine looked like a fucking angel, which only made what Tessa was planning feel more devious. Her hair was fanned out across the pillow, a dark halo against the white fabric. Her lips were slightly parted, and her chest rose and fell with a slow, steady grace. She had no idea we were standing there, hovering over her like a pair of predators.

Tessa didn’t waste a second. She reached out, her fingers wrapping around my cock and pulling me toward the edge of the bed. I let out a low, involuntary groan, my body moving instinctively with her. I was still sensitive from the round with Minne, my skin humming with a lingering electric charge, and the sudden, firm grip of Tessa’s hand made my head swim.

She began to jerk me, her movements practiced and deliberate, her eyes fixed on Jasmine’s sleeping face. "Look at her," Tessa whispered, her voice a poisonous thread of silk. "Sleeping so soundly while we’re standing right here. She thinks she’s safe, Evan. She thinks she can just play games with you in Kim’s car and get away with it."

"Oh..."

Tessa leaned down, her face inches from Jasmine’s. "But Kim wants her revenge. And I want to see you ruin that pretty face of hers. I want you to mark her, Evan. I want her to wake up smelling you, knowing that you claimed her while she was too weak to even open her eyes."

I felt my heart hammering against my ribs. Tessa took the head of my cock and began to drag it slowly across Jasmine’s face. She brushed the sensitive tip against Jasmine’s closed eyelids, then down the bridge of her nose. I was so close to the edge already; the friction and the sheer Taboo of the moment were pushing me toward the brink.

"She’s just a little cutie, isn’t she?" Tessa hissed, her eyes darting to mine. "Thinking she’s so clever. Rub your dick on her lips, Evan. Let her taste you in her dreams."

Tessa guided my shaft over Jasmine’s mouth, the wet, warm tip catching on the seam of her lips. Jasmine let out a tiny, soft sigh in her sleep, her head tilting back slightly, but she didn’t wake. The sight was maddening. I reached out, my hands sliding under the heavy blanket, finding the weight of Jasmine’s tits. They were warm and soft, the nipples already peaking through the thin fabric of her nightgown as I began to knead them, my fingers digging into the flesh.

"That’s it," Tessa urged, her hand moving faster now, a frantic, blurred motion that had me seeing stars. "Knead those tits like they belong to you. Because they do. Everything in this room belongs to you. Now, give it to her. Paint that fucking face of hers. Show her what happens when she messes with Kim’s car."

The pressure in my balls was unbearable, a white-hot ache that demanded release. I was shaking, my breath hitching in my throat as Tessa’s dirty talk spiraled into a fever pitch.

"Cum for me, Evan! Cover her eyes, cover her mouth! Make her a mess! Fuck her face with your seed!"