The Heart System

Chapter 724: Chapter 724

I smiled and began fucking her again, sliding my cock back into her wet, welcoming pussy with a slow, deep thrust. "Being quiet would just kill the mood, no? You can let go."

Carrie moaned immediately as I started moving, her body rocking forward with each thrust. She leaned further forward until both of her elbows were resting on the desk, her heavy tits hanging down and swaying with every movement.

I grabbed her waist with both hands and squeezed it firmly. She had a little softness there, not fat, just thick and ’womanly’ in all the right places. It felt incredible under my fingers, warm and yielding as I held her in place.

"Look at this fucking body," I groaned, my hips slapping against her ass as I fucked her harder. "So fucking hot. I love how soft and thick you are. Perfect MILF body."

Carrie moaned louder, pushing back against me. "Oh, fuck... Evan... so good... your cock feels so deep like this..."

I kept a firm grip on her waist, pulling her back onto my cock with every thrust. The desk creaked under her weight as I pounded into her, the wet sounds of her pussy taking me echoing in the small room.

"You feel so good," I continued, my voice rough with lust. "This pussy is just so wet and warm."

"Yes... yes, I am..." Carrie whimpered, her voice breaking as I hit a particularly deep spot. "Fuck me... harder... I love how you feel inside me..."

I squeezed her waist tighter, using it as leverage to thrust even deeper. Her thick ass rippled with every impact, the sound of skin slapping skin growing louder. I could feel her getting wetter, her juices coating my cock and running down her thighs.

"Fuck, I love this body," I groaned. "These wide hips... this soft tummy... these big tits hanging down while I fuck you. You’re a perfect hole."

Carrie’s moans turned into desperate gasps. "Evan... you’re so deep... I can feel you hitting everything... don’t stop... please don’t stop..."

Talking to her this way felt... wrong. But I didn’t want any more negative points...

I kept the steady, powerful rhythm, my hands roaming from her waist to her ass, squeezing and spreading her cheeks so I could watch my cock disappearing into her. The sight was hypnotic, her pussy stretching around me, creamy juices coating my shaft with every thrust.

"You’re taking me so well," I praised her, my voice low. "Such a good girl. This pussy was made to be fucked like this. I could do this all day."

She pushed back against me, meeting my thrusts with her own. "Yes... fuck me like this... I love it when you use me... when you take what you want..."

The desk continued to creak under us as I fucked her harder, the pleasure building steadily between us. Carrie’s moans grew louder and more unrestrained, her body trembling as she got closer and closer to the edge.

I kept thrusting into her, my hips slapping against her ass with a steady, powerful rhythm. I then reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back firmly for a moment. Carrie moaned loudly, her back arching even more as the pleasure mixed with the slight sting of her hair being pulled. Her body responded beautifully, her pussy clenching around my cock as I held her in that position.

But then I caught myself. Negative points. I didn’t want to risk that. I loosened my grip on her hair and leaned forward instead, pressing my chest against her back. I started kissing the side of her neck softly, my lips trailing along her warm, slightly sweaty skin as I continued moving inside her with deep, rolling thrusts. The taste of her skin was salty and sweet, and the way her body shivered under my lips made me want to stay like this forever.

Carrie let out a soft, breathy moan, her body relaxing a little under the gentler touch. "Mmm... that feels nice... your lips feel so good on my neck..."

I kept kissing her neck, occasionally sucking lightly on her skin while my hips rolled against her. "You feel so good," I murmured against her ear. "Look at you... my cock inside you... cheating your husband with the man who put your son behind bars..."

I straightened up again and gave her ass a firm slap, watching it jiggle beautifully.

"Such a filthy body," I said, my voice low and appreciative. "I could fuck you like this for hours."

Carrie moaned, pushing back against me to meet my thrusts. "Yes... keep going... fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Fuck me... every inch. Stretch me out like a good girl... please..."

I slapped her ass again, harder this time, the sound echoing in the small room. "You take me so well. This pussy was made for me. I can feel you dripping down my balls."

She moaned louder, her body rocking with every thrust. "Harder... please... I need it... I need you deeper..."

I smirked. "Moan loudly. Let that bitch in the next room hear us."

Carrie let out a soft chuckle, then moaned loudly as I fucked her harder. "Yes! Go harder, please! Fuck me harder, Evan! I love it when you take me like this!"

I picked up the pace, slamming into her with deep, powerful strokes. Another slap landed on her ass, making it ripple beautifully. The desk continued to creak under the force of my thrusts, the room filled with the wet sounds of our bodies meeting and Carrie’s growing moans.

Suddenly, Carrie’s phone started ringing on the table. The screen lit up with the caller ID... Tom

"Oh... God. Tom... he’s calling for me," Carrie said, her voice shaky as she tried to catch her breath.

I slowed down but didn’t stop, still moving inside her with slow, deep thrusts. I reached over, picked up the phone, and answered it. I put it on speaker.

The automated voice came on first: "This is a collect call from an inmate at the State Correctional Facility. This call is being recorded and monitored. To accept the charges, press one. To decline, press two."

Yup. One.

There was a small beep.

"Mom?" Tom’s voice came through the speaker.

I smirked. "Not quite."

Tom’s voice came through the speaker, confused. "Who... who is it?"