The Heart System

Chapter 892: Chapter 892

"The worst part is, he did that shit two days ago. He hid it!" she continued. "And I swear, I woke up one night and felt something walking on me."

I raised an eyebrow.

"I thought it was my hair or something, so I just shrugged it off and went back to sleep. But now?" She shuddered. "Oh my god, Evan."

"Yeah, that would’ve been enough to make me move out."

"I almost did."

"Were there ants in your apartment?"

"Ants, some other bugs, I don’t even know what half of them were." She rubbed her arms as if she could still feel something crawling on them. "The pest control guy said they were going to check every apartment because they didn’t know how far everything had spread."

"That sounds like a nightmare."

"It was. I spent half the morning checking my clothes because I was convinced something was hiding inside them."

I nodded sympathetically.

"Scared of bugs?" I asked.

"Who isn’t?"

"Fair point."

She looked toward the massive windows, then back at me.

"I’m a city girl, Evan. I’m supposed to worry about rent, traffic, annoying neighbors, and getting mugged. I’m not supposed to worry about waking up with an entire ecosystem living in my bed."

I laughed. "Yeah. Us city dwellers don’t do well around bugs, huh?"

"Nope. Nope. Nope."

She shuddered again, and I couldn’t blame her. If I woke up and found something crawling across my face, I’d probably leave the apartment without bothering to put my pants on first.

At least Kayla had somewhere safe to stay now.

And apparently, according to my system, there was another reason I was supposed to make sure she stayed.

Kayla got up, pulled her sunbed right up against mine, and lay down again, resting her head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arm around her and absently played with her hair while we both looked out at the snow-covered city. Man, this felt good.

"I like it," she murmured, her breath warm against my skin.

"Yeah," I answered quietly. "I like it too."

My hand slid lower, slipping under the hem of her oversized t-shirt. I found the soft, full weight of her breast and cupped it, squeezing gently at first, then a little firmer. Kayla made a small sound of approval and lifted one thick thigh, draping her leg over mine. I rested my other hand on her bare thigh, stroking the smooth, warm skin in slow circles.

I was already getting hard. The thin fabric of my pants did nothing to hide it. Kayla noticed. She tilted her head up, and our eyes met. I leaned in and kissed her.

The first kiss was slow, soft lips pressing together, a quiet exchange of breath. Then it deepened. Her tongue brushed against mine, and I answered, the kiss turning warmer and wetter. I kept groping her breast under the shirt, thumb brushing over her nipple until it stiffened. She pressed closer, her thick thigh sliding higher over my leg.

We kissed again, hungrier this time. My hand squeezed her breast more firmly while the other stroked up the back of her thigh, getting closer to the heavy curve of her ass. Kayla made a soft, needy sound into my mouth.

She suddenly pushed herself up, swung one leg over me, and settled onto my lap, straddling me. The oversized t-shirt rode up around her hips. She leaned down and kissed me again, deeper, while her soft tits pressed against my chest through the thin fabric. Her hair fell forward around both our faces. I reached up, gathered it in one hand, and gently pulled it back so I could keep kissing her without interruption. She moaned quietly against my lips at the light tug.

When she finally broke the kiss, she stayed close, breathing a little faster. She lifted her hips just enough to reach between us, hooked her fingers into the waistband of my pants and boxers, and tugged everything down in one motion. My cock sprang free, already hard and throbbing, the head shiny with precum.

Kayla sat back down, settling her bare pussy against the underside of my shaft. She started grinding with slow rolls of her hips that dragged her wet folds up and down the length of my cock. We linked fingers, both of us holding on as she moved. She was already soaked; I could feel the slick heat of her coating me with every pass. More precum leaked from the tip, mixing with her wetness and making everything glide easier.

"Fuck... you’re so wet already," I muttered, squeezing her hands.

"Your fault," she whispered, still grinding, voice a little breathy. "You kept looking at me like that..."

She kept rubbing herself along my cock, the thick head occasionally catching against her entrance before sliding past again. Each time it did, she let out a soft, frustrated sound. Finally she lifted her hips higher, reached down, wrapped her fingers around the base of my cock, and guided the head to her entrance. Then she sank down in one slow, continuous motion until she took every inch and her soft, heavy ass rested fully against my hips.

We both exhaled at the same time.

Kayla started moving slowly, rising just a few inches before sinking back down so that every thick inch of my cock dragged through her tight, wet heat. I reached up under the oversized t-shirt and cupped both of her full tits, squeezing the soft flesh and rolling her nipples between my fingers. She let out a quiet breath and leaned into my hands, still rolling her hips in that same unhurried rhythm.

"Fuck, you feel good," I muttered, looking up at her. "So warm and tight. Every time you sit down I can feel you squeezing me."

Kayla smiled a little, eyes half-lidded. "You like watching me take it like this?"

"Yeah. I like watching this thick ass bounce on my cock while the whole city is right there behind you."

"Mmh... yess..."

She started rising higher, then dropping down with a little more force. The soft slap of her ass against my hips grew louder. I kept kneading her tits, thumbs brushing over the stiff nipples, and every time she bottomed out I thrust up to meet her. The wet sound of her pussy taking me filled the quiet balcony.

"You’re getting wetter," I said, voice rough. "I can feel it running down my balls already."

"Because you keep talking like that," she panted, picking up the pace.