The Heart System

Chapter 652

Before she could even utter a protest, I leaned down and locked my arms securely underneath her knees. Channeling the full weight of my enhanced strength stat, I braced my core and lifted her straight off the floorboards in one smooth, effortless motion. Penelope let out a sharp, startled shriek, her hands flying up to grip my shoulders as she found herself suddenly suspended in mid-air.

I hauled her body flush against mine. Because of the way I was holding her legs up, her hips were locked at my waist level, and her massive, heavy fake tits were pressed tightly against my bare chest, flattening the soft, hot mounds directly against my skin. The contrast between the cool air of the apartment and the intense, radiating heat of her bare skin was intoxicating.

Holding her entire weight with a firm, vice-like grip, I walked across the messy living room until we were standing directly in front of the window.

I leaned forward, tilting her head back, and captured her lips in a hard, bruising kiss. Our tongues clashed roughly, tasting the salty warmth of her skin and the lingering heat of her arousal. When I finally pulled back, our breathing was a synchronized, ragged mess in the quiet room.

I looked at her reflection in the glass, then locked my eyes directly onto hers. "Put it in like a good slut."

"Slut?" Penelope moaned, a rough, breathless half-chuckle escaping her lips as her head fell back against my shoulder. She glared at me through her tangled hair, her voice dripping with her usual stubborn defiance despite how weak her body was. "Fuck you, asshole. You’re the one carrying me around like a fucking beast."

She reached down between our bodies, her fingers slick as they wrapped firmly around the shaft of my rigid, throbbing cock. She dragged the thick head downward, rubbing it against her soaking wet cunt, coating my length in her hot, slippery juices. She arched her hips forward, trying to guide me straight back into her front.

I stopped her instantly, pulling my hips back just an inch to disrupt her angle. "No," I muttered, my voice dropping into a low, commanding rumble against her ear. "Put it in your ass, Pen. You know exactly what I want."

Penelope let out a long, heavy exhale, her head rolling against my neck as she realized I wasn’t going to give her an easy way out. "Fucking horny bastard," she hissed through her teeth, but she didn’t fight me.

She shifted her grip, her fingers slick with sweat and fluids as she guided the blunt head of my cock away from her front and lined it up directly with her tight, puckered asshole. She held me steady against the flushed, trembling entrance, her internal muscles already twitching in anticipation of the heavy intrusion.

"Push it," she whispered roughly, her fingernails digging deep into the muscles of my shoulders. "Just fucking do it."

I didn’t hesitate. Bracing my legs, I delivered a powerful, upward thrust of my hips, driving my entire length straight into her tight, raw passage in one deep, unyielding motion.

"OH SHIIIT!" Penelope wailed, her voice cracking loudly as her back arched violently in my arms.

Her hands flew to the sides of my head, her fingers tangling deep into my hair as her internal walls clamped down around my shaft with an unbelievable, vice-like grip. The sheer tightness of holding her in the air was just fucking astronomical; without the floor or the couch to support her weight, her outer cheeks were forced tightly together, wrapping around me like a blazing hot vice.

I paused for a split second to let her body adjust, then immediately began to fuck her. I shifted into a deep, driving rhythm, pulling back until the head of my cock was almost clear of her entrance before slamming all the way back inside, bottoming out completely against her core. Every single upward thrust caused her heavy tits to bounce violently against my chest, the wet, fleshy slaps of our skin connecting echoing loudly throughout the small apartment.

"Look at yourself, Pen," I panted, forcing her to look at the glass as I kept up the brutal, relentless pace. "Look at what a dirty little bitch you are. If anyone walked through that street right now, they’d see you hanging in the air, getting your tight ass destroyed on your birthday."

Penelope’s eyes reluctantly dragged over out of the window and saw her reflection, taking in the explicit, degraded visual of her own body yielding entirely to my strength. A dark, intense flush spread completely across her neck and chest.

"Shut up... fuck, Evan..."

"You love it deep," I countered coldly, tightening my grip under her knees and lifting her even higher to alter the friction, forcing my shaft to grind against an entirely new, unworked spot inside her depths. "You act so tough in front of everyone else, but right here, you’re just a pathetic little pervert who can’t get enough of being treated like a piece of meat."

"Fuck you... I’m not... pathetic..." she gasped out, but her words lacked any real bite. She was completely melting under the assault, her head tossing wildly from side to side as I continued to hammer into her from below, my thrusts fast, heavy, and completely relentless.

To increase the stimulation, Penelope reached her left hand down between our moving hips. Her fingers found her hyper-sensitive, soaking wet cunt, and she began frantically rubbing her thumb against her swollen clit in time with my heavy upward thrusts. The combination of the raw, internal friction in her ass and the rapid, external friction on her front completely broke her remaining sanity.

Her internal walls began to spasm violently, contracting around my cock in a series of rapid, crushing waves that had me grunting in sheer, overwhelming pleasure. She was building up to a massive breaking point, her breathing turning into a series of short, panicked gasps as she stared blindly at her own reflection.

"Evan... fuck! Keep fucking my ass like that. Oh, fuck. Yes, yes, yes, yes. Do it... fuck me, fuuck... FUCK!" she screamed, her body going completely rigid in my arms.