The Heart System

Chapter 592

We both panted heavily, chests rising and falling in sync as we tried to catch our breath. The morning sunlight grew brighter, warming the room.

Still breathing hard, I slid my hand down her back and between her ass cheeks. I pushed two fingers into her freshly-fucked, cum-filled asshole. It was loose and sloppy now, warm cum leaking out around my fingers as I slowly played with her stretched hole. I stirred the mess inside her, feeling my own load coating her insides and dripping onto the sheets beneath us.

Jasmine shivered and let out a soft, satisfied moan against my neck, nuzzling closer.

The room fell into a comfortable silence, broken only by our slowing breaths. I ran my fingers lazily up and down Jasmine’s back.

"We really need to do this more often," I murmured. "Morning sex. Middle-of-the-night sex. Sleepy lazy sex. Just... constant fucking."

Jasmine laughed softly against my chest. "You’re insatiable."

A peaceful quiet settled over us again. I reached over to the nightstand, grabbed my phone, and opened the gallery. I scrolled to the photo I’d taken earlier and turned the screen toward Jasmine.

She lifted her head, eyes widening. "Holy shit..."

Her mouth fell open as she stared at the picture of Delilah’s wrecked asshole, red, puffy, and gaping obscenely wide.

"Fuck, Evan... she is gaping. Like, properly gaping. You completely rearranged her guts, didn’t you?" Jasmine bit her lip, clearly impressed. "That poor girl won’t be able to sit straight for days."

I grinned. "We fucked in Ivy’s room while she was passed out drunk right next to us. Bent Delilah over that big teddy bear chair and railed her ass while Ivy was sleeping in just her panties. It was fucking electric. The risk, the adrenaline... Delilah’s ass was clenching so hard when Ivy stirred. Best fuck I’ve had in a while."

Jasmine’s breathing grew heavier as she listened. I noticed her thighs pressing together, her pussy getting visibly wet again.

"God, that’s so hot," she whispered, voice thick with arousal. "You two are actually insane... but I love it. I want to hear every filthy detail later. Maybe even watch next time."

A soft knock sounded at the door.

"Come in," Jasmine called out casually, not bothering to cover herself.

The door opened and Minnie stepped inside. She froze when she saw us, Jasmine completely naked, draped over my chest, ass gaping, my cock still half-hard and glistening. Minnie’s cheeks flushed bright red. She quickly looked away, staring at the floor.

"Morning, honey," I said warmly. "Did you need anything?"

"Um... I... I heard Master’s voice," Minnie answered shyly, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. "I wanted to ask if I should make breakfast early..."

"That would be nice," I replied. "And after you’re done, could you change these sheets too?"

"Of course!" Minnie answered, still refusing to look directly at us. "I’ll get the breakfast ready right away!"

"Good girl."

She gave a tiny, happy nod and quickly slipped out, closing the door behind her.

Jasmine chuckled once we were alone again. "She is so adorable, I swear."

"Right?" I smiled. "She’s the cutest. I just wanna squish her cheeks until they turn red."

Jasmine laughed and slowly pushed herself up. She stretched her arms high above her head, back arching beautifully.

The early morning sunlight poured over her dark skin, making it glow with a warm, golden hue. Every curve was highlighted perfectly. Thick strands of my cum were still leaking from her fucked asshole, slowly dripping down her thighs in shiny trails. Her ass looked incredible, big, round, and firm from all those gym sessions, two perfect globes that jiggled slightly as she stretched. Her full tits sat high on her chest, nipples still swollen and marked with my bite marks from earlier.

She was a fucking goddess in the morning light.

My cock twitched hard at the sight, already stirring back to life.

"Jasmine," I said quietly, watching her with genuine appreciation.

She turned to me, one eyebrow raised.

"I’m really lucky to have you."

Jasmine looked surprised for a second, then her expression softened into a warm, beautiful smile.

"Same here, handsome. Same here."

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Evan Marlowe [Level 21]

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EXP: 12385/ 31500

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Current Credits: 18387

Current SC: 700

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I’d fallen asleep after Jasmine went for the shower, apparently. Because when I woke up, the clock showed just past two in the afternoon. Sunlight was pouring through the gaps in the curtains, bright enough to sting my eyes a little. No rain, no violent wind rattling the windows like the forecasters had promised all night. For once, the weather actually looked good.

"About damn time," I muttered, rubbing my face.

I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and immediately opened the app Cora had made me download. A small loading circle appeared in the middle of the screen, spinning for a few seconds before the hidden camera feed finally loaded.

Same angle. Same bed. Still empty.

Jack and Robert hadn’t arrived yet.

"Ugh..." I closed the app and dropped the phone onto the bed. "Gotta get up..."

My whole body felt heavy as I forced myself upright. I stretched slowly, joints popping one after another. The blanket slid off me and immediately I grimaced.

Yeah. I smelled like sex, sweat, cigarettes, and exhaustion combined into one disgusting cocktail.

"I need a shower before I become a biological weapon."

After a quick shower, I threw on some simple clothes and stepped out of the bedroom while drying my hair with a towel. The penthouse felt oddly quiet. No TV noise, no random yelling from Tessa, no Jasmine talking on the phone. Just silence.

The girls were probably still at work.

And Minne...

I frowned slightly.

She usually came out the second she heard me moving around. But there was no sign of her either. Thinking she was probably resting in her room, I headed toward the kitchen instead and opened the fridge.

A plate waited there neatly wrapped in film. Cold sandwich. Of course.

I couldn’t help smiling a little.

"Thanks, Minne."

I grabbed the plate and peeled the film away before taking a bite. Ham, cheese, cucumber, a little too much mayonnaise. Exactly the kind of simple thing she always made.

"My sleep schedule is officially fucked," I muttered between bites. "Breakfast at two in the afternoon. Fantastic."

Still chewing, I wandered into the living room and dropped onto the couch. The leather creaked beneath me as I stretched my legs onto the coffee table and grabbed the remote.

The TV flickered on.

News.

Always the damn news. Some reporter was standing near a flooded street, talking dramatically about the "unpredictable weather patterns affecting the region." I changed the channel immediately.

Cooking show. Another click. Some old movie. Another click. Talk show. Nothing worth watching.