The Heart System

Chapter 512: Chapter 512

I couldn’t wait until I got home. No way.

The restroom on the second floor was a tomb of cold tile and flickering fluorescent lights. It was the one place in the building nobody touched—the hot water pipes had been shot for months, and the sinks only hissed out ice-cold streams that discouraged anyone from staying long. It was the perfect, desolate sanctuary for what I needed.

I was seated on the closed toilet lid, my back against the cold ceramic tank. Jasmine was straddling me, her office skirt hiked up to her waist, her hands braced firmly against the metal partitions of the stall. She was jumping on my cock with a frantic, desperate energy, the thud of our bodies meeting echoing off the sterile walls. We hadn’t even fully undressed; my pants were pooled around my ankles and her stockings were bunched at her knees. It was a tactical, high-stakes fuck, driven by the constant threat of the heavy restroom door swinging open.

"You couldn’t wait, could you?" Jasmine whispered, her voice a jagged, breathless rasp as she hammered down on me. "You had to have it right now. I think we’ve spoiled you, Evan. You’ve turned into a literal animal. You can’t even go a few hours without feeling a pussy around your dick."

"I fucking love it," I moaned, my head thumping back against the wall.

I reached up, my palm flat against her shoulder to push her torso forward, forcing her to arch her back and expose herself even more. I reached behind her, my thumb finding the tight, puckered entrance of her asshole. I pressed in, feeling the heat of her against the cool air of the stall.

"Oh, fuck. Look at that. Look how much you’re taking."

"You wanna cum inside me that bad?" she moaned, her head falling back as she picked up the pace, her internal muscles clamping down on me like a vice. "Wanna get me pregnant like you did Minne? Like you did to Delilah? Like Kim?"

"Yes..." I muttered, the words thick with a dark, primal need. "I wanna fuck that pregnant pussy while I drink your milk, Jasmine. I want to fill you up until you can’t take a single drop more."

I slid a second finger in, the stretch making her let out a sharp, high-pitched gasp that she quickly muffled by biting her lip. The taboo of the setting; the empty stalls, the risk of a janitor walking in—was acting like high-octane fuel for my own arousal.

"You’re so greedy," she hissed, her fingers digging into the top of the cubicle walls, her knuckles white. "A literal horny monkey. Is that what you want? To turn us all into your little breeders?"

"I want you to belong to me," I said, my hips snapping upward to meet her every descent. "I want everyone in this building to know who owns you just by the way you walk."

The friction was becoming unbearable, a white-hot buildup that made my vision swim. Jasmine was reaching her limit; I could feel the way her thighs were starting to tremble, her breathing turning into a series of shallow, panicked hitches. She was grinding her clit against my pubic bone with every surge, her eyes glazed over as she lost herself in the sensation.

"Evan... Evan, I’m... I’m gonna break," she sobbed, her movements becoming frantic and uncoordinated.

"Go for it, Jas. Give it to me," I urged, my hands moving to her hips to pull her down even harder.

She let out a long, shattered cry that echoed off the tiles, her entire body going into a violent lockdown. She squeezed me so hard it felt like she was trying to milk the soul out of me. The sensation of her internal walls pulsing against me was the final straw. I let out a low, guttural roar, my hands gripping her waist as I exploded deep inside her.

Then, I couldn’t hold it in any longer.

I poured into her, a frantic, endless flood of heat that filled her to the absolute limit. Jasmine slumped forward, her chest heaving against mine, her forehead resting on my shoulder as we both tried to find our breath in the suffocating silence of the stall.

We stayed like that for a long time. My dick was still buried deep inside her, pulsing with the remnants of the orgasm. Jasmine didn’t move; she just draped herself over me, her skin slick with sweat despite the cold air in the room. I reached up and stroked her hair, kissing her temple as the world slowly started to come back into focus.

Suddenly, the system flickered in the corner of my eye.

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ON A ROLL QUEST: 50SC

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Convince Jasmine to pull up

her panties while your cum is

still inside her vagina.

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I stared at the text, a dry chuckle catching in my throat. Damn, unhinged system, I thought. It really wants me to be a complete villain today.

I pulled back slightly, looking into Jasmine’s dazed, beautiful face. Her makeup was slightly smudged, and her eyes were still soft from the release.

"Hey, Jas?" I whispered.

"Mmm?" she hummed, her eyes barely opening.

"I want you to do something for me. Something... a little different."

She blinked. "What? You want another round? Evan, my legs are like jelly, I can’t—"

"No, not that," I said, my voice dropping. "I want you to pull your panties back up. Right now. While my cum is still in there. I want you to wear it for the rest of the day."

Jasmine stared at me, her mouth hanging open in a mix of shock and disbelief. "What? Are you serious? No... Evan, that’s disgusting. It’ll leak, it’ll ruin my clothes... I can’t go back to the office like that."

"Come on, Jas," I urged, my hand sliding down to squeeze her butt. "Just for me. I want to know that every time you sit in a meeting or talk to a client, you can feel me inside you. I want you to remember this restroom every time you feel that wetness."

"You think you’re marking me or something?" she whispered, a flush crawling up her neck that wasn’t just from the sex. "My god... Tessa was right. You really are a horny monkey. This is completely unhinged, Evan."

"Is that a no?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.