The Heart System

Chapter 550: Chapter 550

Jasmine kept grinding slowly through the aftershocks, whimpering softly as her body trembled on top of me, her juices dripping down my cock and onto the coffee table. Kim finally released my hair, breathing heavily, a satisfied smirk on her face as she looked down at both of us.

Tessa chuckled from the couch, her voice lazy and teasing. "Damn, Jasmine. You really went all out. Look at the mess you made on his cock."

Minne, still lying on top of Tessa, lifted her head slightly, cheeks flushed as she watched us with wide eyes.

I kept my hands on Jasmine’s hips, gently guiding her as she continued those slow, lazy grinds, her pussy still fluttering around me from the aftershocks. The feeling was incredible, but I forced myself to breathe through it, holding back the urge to let go. My cock throbbed inside her, painfully hard and ready, but I wasn’t done playing yet.

Kim leaned down again, pressing soft kisses along my jaw before whispering hotly in my ear, "You’re holding back so well... but I can feel how close you are. That cock is twitching like crazy inside her."

Jasmine let out a soft, satisfied sigh and finally lifted herself a little, my cock sliding out of her with a slick sound, coated in her creamy release. She stayed straddling my lap though, her wet pussy resting against my shaft as she caught her breath, chest still heaving against mine.

"Fuck... that was intense," Jasmine murmured, her voice thick and breathless as she pressed a lingering kiss to my lips.

I smirked, the adrenaline still surging through my veins. One hand slid up the curve of her damp back while the other gave her ass a firm, possessive squeeze. "You rode me like you were trying to break the table, Jasmine. Good girl."

Kim moved around from behind my head to my side, her fingers trailing a slow, burning path down my chest. She watched Jasmine with a hungry, impatient grin. "My turn," she prompted, her voice dropping to a low purr. "I want to feel him stretch me next."

"But he’s going to cum soon!" Jasmine protested, her hips giving an involuntary twitch that sent a jolt of heat straight to my gut. She looked down at me, her eyes wide and pleading. "Can you hold on a little longer, Evan?"

I let out a rough chuckle, my breath hitching. "No way. I’m right on the edge."

"Then fuck me again," Jasmine muttered, her competitive streak flaring up as she prepared to sink back down.

"It’s my turn!" Kim snapped, though there was a playful edge to her frustration. "Go get yourself a dildo or something, Jasmine!"

Jasmine didn’t listen. She gripped my shoulders and began jumping on my cock again, her movements frantic and desperate. The friction was overwhelming, the wet heat of her body clamped around me like a vice.

I let out a guttural moan, my head falling back as I felt my control slipping away. I was getting dangerously close, the pressure building until it was a physical weight in my chest.

From the sidelines, Tessa let out a low chuckle, her eyes dancing. "Cheater," she teased, watching Jasmine’s desperate rhythm.

I couldn’t hold it in anymore. The sensation was too sharp, too perfect. Kim exhaled, resting one hand on her waist in a mock-annoyed stance, but her gaze never left the point where we were joined.

"I’m—!"

I let it all go. I bucked upward, my body going rigid as I began cumming deep inside her. Pulse after pulse of white-hot heat filled her, the sheer volume of the release making my vision swim. Because my Pleasure skill was so high, the sensation of my climax hit her like a physical wave. Feeling the rush of my seed filling her, Jasmine’s internal walls clamped down in a violent response. She let out a high-pitched, shattered wail as she climaxed right along with me, her entire frame shuddering as she collapsed against my chest.

The orgasm was... something else. It felt like the world had narrowed down to the point of contact, a blur of friction, heat, and raw release that left both of us drained of everything but the ability to breathe.

Jasmine, slick with sweat and trembling, let herself go completely, her weight pinning me to the coffee table. I held her gently, my arms wrapping around her as I let out a long, shaky exhale. My head rested back against Kim’s soft, exposed breasts as she stood behind me, one knee on the table, her fingers reaching down to pat my hair in a soothing, rhythmic motion.

Tessa shifted Minne gently off her and sat up on the couch, her eyes sparkling with a dark, renewed mischief as she surveyed the three of us. "Don’t get too comfortable, Evan," she warned, her voice light but promising. "We’re just getting started with you."

The girls exchanged quick glances, the air in the penthouse thick with the scent of sex and a sense of anticipation. Even after the release, the pressure in the room hadn’t faded. I lay there, trapped between the girls, breathing slow and deep, knowing that the night was far from over.

"Hey," Kim said, looking down and meeting my eyes as I rested my head against the soft heat of her breasts. "Should we call Eleanor?"

Jasmine let out a long, weary exhale, still trying to catch her breath. "She has enough on her plate right now. Let’s just give her a break."

"But she specifically told us to call her over when we... get naughty," Tessa reminded them, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips.

"W-we should at least call her," Minne added shyly, her voice barely a whisper. "Right?"

Jasmine finally slid off me, my cock sliding out of her with a wet, heavy squelch that echoed in the quiet room. "I mean, she’s in a mourning mood, isn’t she? Her life is a bit of a mess right now."

"The hell is a ’mourning mood’?" Tessa asked, shifting her position on the couch. She reached out with her bare feet, resting them against my softening cock and rubbing it absentmindedly with her soles. "Let’s just call the girl."