The Heart System

Chapter 487: Chapter 487

"Wow!" Nala exclaimed, her eyes widening as she took in the scene on the bed. "Mendy actually came?"

"And she didn’t just come to watch, apparently," Jasmine added, her voice full of playful mischief as she looked at the state of the sheets.

I let out a low, satisfied grunt and pulled back, the sound of my cock leaving Mendy’s soaking heat echoing in the quiet room. She slumped forward, her skin flushed a deep red as she tried to hide her face in the pillows.

"Oh, she came a lot," I smirked, wiping a stray drop of her release from my thigh. "I think the ’watcher’ role didn’t really suit her tonight."

"Looks like we missed the first act!" Tessa joked, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Poor Mendy, we leave her alone with him for ten minutes and she’s already broken."

"Don’t tease her too much, Tess," Kayla said, though she was wearing a wicked grin of her own. "She’s just getting a head start on the festivities."

The girls moved into the room, surrounding the bed and greeting Mendy with soft laughs and knowing winks. I stood up, my chest heaving as I looked over the line of women in their uniforms.

"Wow..." I breathed, my eyes roaming over the sea of lace and stockings. "Maid outfits, huh? I didn’t know I was hiring a full staff tonight."

"We’re celebrating Minne getting pregnant, after all," Tessa said, stepping closer until she was right in my space. She reached out and traced the line of my jaw. "Since she’s the head maid, it only felt right that we all followed suit. Consider it a tribute to the new life you started."

I turned toward them, my cock hard and throbbing, glistening under the lights as it twitched in anticipation. The room felt like a powder keg, the air thick with the scent of seven different women and the raw, heavy weight of what was about to happen.

"I think I can find plenty of work for a crew like this," I said, my voice dropping to a dark, commanding rumble.

The atmosphere in the master bedroom had reached a fever pitch, the scent of expensive perfume mixing with the musk of Mendy’s recent release. The girls didn’t wait for me to make the first move. With a collective, mischievous giggle, Jasmine and Nala reached out, grabbing Minne by her delicate shoulders and pushing her forward.

"The guest of honor should always go first," Nala whispered, her dark eyes sparkling.

Minne stumbled slightly, her white silk maid apron fluttering as she came face-to-face with me. She looked up, her expression a mix of shyness and the raw, maternal glow that had settled over her since the news broke. I reached out, my hand cupping her chin, and tilted her head back. I kissed her deeply, a slow, possessive claim that tasted of the life we’d started together.

Behind us, Mendy remained draped across the silk sheets, her chest heaving as she watched the scene with wide, dazed eyes. She looked like she was still trying to process the sheer scale of the situation, her fingers curling into the mattress as she witnessed the "staff" surround her.

Jasmine didn’t let the moment linger too long. She grabbed a heavy, velvet-cushioned chair from the corner and dragged it into the center of the room, patting the seat with a sharp, inviting sound.

"Sit, Master," she commanded, her voice a sultry purr. "You’ve worked hard enough on Mendy. It’s time for us to show you some proper hospitality."

I kissed Minne one last time, a lingering brush of lips that left her breathless, and then I sat. My cock was still rock-solid, throbbing against the air as it twitched in anticipation. I leaned back, my arms resting on the gold-leafed armrests, and watched as the circle closed in.

Kayla was the first to strike.

She stepped into the space between my legs, her hands resting on my shoulders for balance. She turned around, presenting me with the full, gym-honed glory of her ass. The tiny white apron did nothing to hide the way her thong disappeared into the deep, muscular damn valley of her cheeks. With a slow, grinding motion, she lowered herself until that perfect weight was resting right against my lap.

She began a lapdance that felt like a sensory assault. Kayla moved with a rhythmic, heavy friction, her hips rotating in slow circles that made my shaft slide against the fabric of her thong. Every time she dropped her weight, I felt my pulse jump in my throat. Her skin was hot, radiating a feverish warmth that seemed to seep through my skin.

"Do you like the view, Evan?" she whispered, looking back over her shoulder with a wink.

"I think ’like’ is an understatement," I grunted, my hands finding her waist to steady her.

The other girls weren’t content to just watch. Nala stepped up behind the chair, her long, dark fingers sliding over my chest before she leaned down. She draped her arms over my shoulders, her heavy breasts, barely contained by the violet silk, brushing against my face. The scent of her—something like vanilla and spice—filled my head as she nipped at my earlobe.

On my right, Delilah leaned in, her black stockings whispering against each other as she knelt by the armrest. She reached up, her hand sliding into my hair to pull my head toward her. She didn’t kiss me; instead, she ran her tongue along the line of my jaw, her other hand reaching down to knead my thigh.

Tessa, ever the instigator, moved behind Kayla. She reached out and grabbed both of Kayla’s asscheeks, squeezing the firm meat with a predatory grin. She pulled them apart slightly, exposing the thin strip of lace to my direct view, and then began to spank her in time with the music playing from someone’s phone.

Smack. Smack.

"Keep those hips moving, Kayla," Tessa laughed. "He’s starting to twitch."