The Heart System

Chapter 450: Chapter 450

I couldn’t hold back a second longer. My back arched, a low, guttural roar tearing out of my throat as I finally let go. The first jet of cum shot out, a thick, hot rope that landed right across Jasmine’s cheek and eyelid. I didn’t stop; I kept pulsing, jet after jet of my heavy seed splattering across her face, catching in her eyelashes and coating her lips.

Jasmine didn’t even flinch. She just lay there, her face a canvas for my release, looking like a discarded doll. It pooled in the corner of her mouth, a slow drip sliding down toward her neck.

Tessa let out a low, triumphant chuckle, watching the mess with a look of pure, unadulterated satisfaction. She reached out, using a finger to smear a bit of the cum across Jasmine’s forehead. "Look at her. She looks perfect now. A real little trophy."

I stood there, gasping for air, my chest heaving as the last of the tremors left my body. I looked down at Jasmine, her peaceful expression completely at odds with the sticky, white mess covering her features. She looked used, claimed, and utterly broken, even in her sleep.

But as I looked at her, I felt a familiar, dark surge in my gut. Despite having just emptied myself, the sight of her lying there, vulnerable and marked, was doing something to me. My cock, instead of softening, began to throb again, growing heavy and rigid in Tessa’s hand.

I wasn’t done. Not by a long shot. I had one last round left in me, and the way Jasmine was looking right now, I knew exactly where I wanted to spend it.

Tessa noticed immediately. She looked down at my mounting erection, then up at me, a slow, wicked grin spreading across her face. "Oh, Evan... you really are a monster, aren’t you?"

"I think I have one more in me," I rasped, my voice thick with a new, dangerous hunger.

I didn’t even give Tessa a chance to protest. I grabbed her by the hips and spun her around, shoving her chest down onto the mattress right next to where Jasmine lay sleeping. Jasmine’s face was still painted with the white, sticky mess of my first release, her breathing shallow and peaceful, while Tessa was arched and ready, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and dark excitement.

"You want to play games, Tessa?" I growled, my voice a low, dangerous rumble. "Then let’s play."

I didn’t use any more lube. The heat from her own excitement and the lingering slickness from my hands was enough. I positioned the head of my cock at the entrance of her tight, puckered asshole and pushed. Tessa let out a sharp, muffled cry into the mattress, her fingers digging into the silk sheets as I forced my way inside. She was tighter than Minne had been, a narrow, resisting heat that made my vision swim.

"Oh, fuck," I hissed, my muscles coiling as I began to drive into her.

The rhythm was primal. I wasn’t being gentle; I was marking my territory. Every thrust sent a jolt through my entire frame, my cock buried to the hilt in her dirtiest hole. I watched the way her skin bunched and stretched with every movement, her ass cheeks flushed a deep, angry red from the friction. Beside her, Jasmine shifted slightly in her sleep, her nose twitching at the scent of sex filling the room, but she remained under.

Tessa was a mess of sound—low whimpers, sharp gasps, and the occasional filthy word whispered into the pillow. "Yes... Evan... stretch it... break me"

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REPUTATION SYSTEM

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Current Reputation: Neutral

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I ignored the talk and focused on the sensation. It was a crushing, rhythmic pressure that felt like it was trying to wring the life out of me. I increased the pace, my hips slapping against her with a wet, heavy thud that echoed in the quiet room. I was a machine, driven by the sight of Jasmine’s marked face and the tight, desperate grip of Tessa’s ass.

The tension built until I couldn’t breathe. My heart was a frantic drum in my chest, and the heat in my gut was turning into a wildfire. I felt the tell-tale twitch at the base of my shaft, the pressure in my balls becoming a physical ache. I reached out, grabbing Tessa by the hair to pull her head back, forcing her to look at the mess I’d made of Jasmine.

"Look at her, Tessa," I barked. "Look what you made me do."

Tessa’s eyes were glassy, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. "I love it... I fucking love it..."

I reached my limit. I pulled my cock out of her ass with a wet, sticky pop and immediately aimed it at Jasmine’s face again. The orgasm hit me like a freight train, a violent, staggering explosion that had me shaking. I let out a guttural roar as I painted her again—thick, hot jets of cum splattering over her forehead, her nose, and dripping into her dark hair. I emptied myself completely, the release so intense I felt lightheaded.

I slumped back, gasping for air, as Tessa slowly sat up, rubbing her sore backside. She looked at the carnage on the bed and let out a dry, mischievous chuckle.

"Well," she panted, wiping a bit of sweat from her brow. "I might have lied a little about Kim wanting revenge. I just wanted my own back because Jasmine gets the master bedroom all to herself. I wanted her to wake up wearing your mark."

I chucked, shaking my head. "You’re a menace, Tessa."

Right then, Jasmine’s eyes fluttered open. She blinked, looking confused, her hand reaching up to her face. Her fingers touched the warm, sticky liquid, and she pulled them back, staring at the white cream on her tips. She rubbed them together, her brow furrowing as the realization hit her like a bucket of cold water.

She exhaled a long, slow breath. She didn’t scream. She didn’t cry. Instead, she sat up with a predatory slowness that made my blood run cold. She looked at me, then at Tessa, who was wearing a smug, shit-eating grin.

Without a single word, Jasmine reached out and grabbed Tessa by her tits, her grip so rough it made Tessa yelp. She yanked her forward and bent her back over the edge of the bed in one fluid, violent motion.

"You little bitch," Jasmine hissed, her voice like broken glass.

"Hey! It’s his cum, not mine, Jas! Calm down!" Tessa squealed, trying to squirm away.

"I thought you were kidding when you said you’d make Evan cum on my face," Jasmine growled, her eyes flashing.

"You said you wouldn’t have a problem with it!"

"If it was Evan’s idea, no," Jasmine countered, her grip tightening. "But you? Thinking you can use him to play your petty little games?"

I stood there, gulping down air, watching the power dynamic shift in an instant. The tension in the room had gone from sexual to something much more volatile.

Jasmine looked over her shoulder at me. "Evan. You remember that strap-on you bought? The big one? Get it for me. Now."

My jaw nearly hit the floor. "Ohhh... wow."

Tessa’s face went pale. "Evan? My favorite buddy-buddy? How about... no? Let’s not do that?"

Jasmine didn’t let go. She held Tessa pinned to the mattress with one hand, her strength surprising. I smirked, feeling a new wave of adrenaline hit me. I walked over to the wardrobe, rummaged through the bottom drawer, and pulled out the heavy, silicone toy. It was formidable, black, and ready for use.

"Can you put that on me?" Jasmine asked, her voice steady. "I’ve got to hold this idiot still."

"Sure thing," I said, my heart racing.