The Heart System

Chapter 894: Chapter 894

I gave her exactly what she asked for. I fucked her faster, the wet, filthy sound of her cunt taking me growing louder with every stroke. Her juices were running down my balls and dripping onto the balcony floor. I leaned in and bit the side of her neck, then moved lower and sucked hard on one of her nipples through the thin fabric of the shirt until the material was soaked and transparent over the stiff peak.

"This perfect fucking body," I muttered against her skin. "These fat tits, these thick thighs, this greedy cunt that keeps dripping all over my cock."

Kayla nodded frantically, eyes half-closed, mouth open. Every hard thrust forced a short, punched-out sound out of her. I could feel her starting to tighten again already, the soft walls of her pussy fluttering and gripping me in short pulses.

I shifted my grip, hooked my arms under her knees so her legs were spread even wider, and started pounding her with long, deep strokes that made her entire body rock against the glass. The railing creaked faintly. Snow kept drifting past us, cold air mixing with the heat of her skin.

"You’re getting close again," I said, voice rough. "I can feel this slutty little pussy trying to milk me. You want to cum while you’re folded open like this? While anyone could look up and see the girl with the godliest ass getting destroyed?"

"Yes... fuck... Evan, I’m... UUUGH..."

"Not yet." I slowed just enough to keep her on the edge, grinding deep instead of thrusting. "Beg for it. Tell me how badly you need to cum on my cock."

Kayla’s face flushed darker. She tried to roll her hips but the position gave her almost no leverage. "Please... please let me cum. My pussy is throbbing... I need it... I need to cum all over your cock while you keep talking to me like that..."

I started thrusting hard again immediately.

The change in pace made her cry out. I fucked her without mercy, using the full strength of my hips, watching the way her stretched pink rim clung to my shaft on every pull-out before I buried myself to the hilt again. Her heavy tits bounced wildly. Spit and precum and her own wetness made everything shiny and filthy between us.

"That’s it," I snarled. "Take it. Take every fucking inch like the thick-assed slut you are. This pussy belongs to me. This ass belongs to me. Cum for me right now."

And she did.

A sudden flood of clear wetness sprayed around my shaft and coated my stomach and thighs. She shook hard in my arms, thick thighs trembling against my sides, soft broken noises spilling from her open mouth while the climax ripped through her in wave after wave. I kept thrusting through every powerful contraction, forcing her to feel every inch while she came undone against the cold glass with the snowy city glowing far below us.

I only slowed when the strongest spasms finally started to fade, still buried deep, still holding her open, watching the way her ruined pussy fluttered and leaked around my cock while she tried to remember how to breathe.

I kept thrusting, still holding her open, still buried deep. The wet heat of her pussy and the way she kept fluttering around me after that last orgasm made it almost impossible to think straight.

"You’re still so fucking tight," I muttered against her ear, voice rough but lower now. "Even after cumming that hard. Every time I push in I can feel you gripping me like you don’t want to let go."

Kayla turned her head and caught my mouth in a messy kiss. Our tongues slid together, slow and deep, while I continued rolling my hips. She tasted like the orange juice we’d been drinking earlier mixed with pure heat. I kissed her harder, one hand still supporting her thigh, the other sliding up under the oversized t-shirt to squeeze her soft breast again.

When we finally broke apart she was smiling, a little breathless.

"Hey... let’s change position."

I laughed under my breath, pulled out of her with a wet sound, and immediately lifted her higher into my arms. She locked her legs around my waist on instinct. I carried her the short distance to the solid glass wall of the balcony and pressed her back against it. The surface was cooler than the open air but not freezing. I adjusted my grip under her thick thighs, lined myself up again, and pushed back inside her in one long, smooth thrust.

Both of us groaned at the same time.

I started fucking her against the glass in steady, deep strokes. Every time I bottomed out her soft ass pressed against the transparent wall and her full tits shifted under the thin shirt. The position let me look straight into her eyes while I moved. Kayla wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into another kiss, this one slower, almost lazy, while her pussy kept taking every inch I gave her.

"You feel unreal like this," I said against her lips between kisses. "So warm. So wet. I could stay inside you all night and it still wouldn’t be enough."

She smiled into the next kiss and rolled her hips to meet my thrusts. "Then don’t stop. Keep fucking me just like this. I like feeling how hard you are for me."

I gave her exactly that. Long, powerful strokes that made her breath hitch every time I sank all the way in. One hand stayed under her ass for support; the other slid up her back and into her hair, holding her close while we kissed again and again. The glass behind her slowly fogged from our body heat. Outside the snow kept falling in lazy flakes, but neither of us looked away from each other for more than a second.

"You’re dripping down my cock," I muttered, thrusting a little harder. "I can feel it running down my balls. This pussy is a mess already and we just started this position."

Kayla let out a soft, breathy laugh that turned into a moan when I angled my hips and hit a deeper spot. "Your fault. You keep talking and kissing me and holding me like that... of course I’m wet."