The Heart System

Chapter 895: Chapter 895

I kissed her again, deeper this time, swallowing the next sound she made. My hand moved from her hair to her breast, squeezing the soft weight and brushing my thumb over the stiff nipple. She arched into the touch, thick thighs tightening around my waist. Every thrust made her body rock gently against the glass. The wet, rhythmic sound of me sliding in and out of her filled the small balcony, mixed with the quiet noises she kept making into my mouth.

We stayed like that for a long time. Fucking and kissing, slow then faster, then slow again. I would pull almost all the way out just to feel her soft walls cling to me, then push back in to the hilt and stay there, grinding while we kissed. Kayla’s hands moved constantly: through my hair, over my shoulders, down my back, sometimes gripping my ass to pull me even deeper. Her pussy stayed incredibly wet, the slick heat making every movement smooth and filthy.

"I love how you take me," I said against her neck, kissing and lightly biting the skin there. "No rush. No pretending. Just this perfect body wrapped around my cock while the rest of the world stays outside."

She turned her head and found my mouth again. The kiss was slower, almost tender, even while my hips kept moving in those deep, steady strokes. When we broke apart she rested her forehead against mine, eyes half-closed, breath warm against my lips.

"You’re getting thicker," she whispered. "I can feel it. You’re close, aren’t you?"

"Getting there. But I want to feel you cum again first."

I adjusted my grip, lifting her a little higher so the angle changed, and started thrusting with more purpose. Short, firm strokes that rubbed directly against the front wall of her pussy. Kayla’s breathing changed almost immediately. Her arms tightened around my neck. Soft, high sounds started leaving her with every impact.

"Right there... fuck... keep going right there..."

I did. I kept the same angle and the same rhythm, kissing her whenever she leaned in, squeezing her ass and her breast, never giving her a second to come down. The glass behind her was completely fogged now. Outside the city lights blurred through the condensation and the falling snow.

Kayla’s thighs started to shake. Her pussy fluttered and clenched around me in stronger pulses. I could feel her getting closer with every thrust. I leaned in and spoke right against her ear while I fucked her.

"That’s it. Let it happen. Cum on my cock while I’ve got you pinned against the glass. I want to feel this pussy break again."

She came with a long, trembling moan, face buried against the side of my neck. Her cunt locked down around me in deep, rhythmic spasms, squeezing and releasing in waves while fresh wetness spilled around my shaft. I kept thrusting through it, slower now but still deep, letting her feel every inch while the orgasm rolled through her thick body. She clung to me hard, soft broken sounds vibrating against my skin, until the strongest pulses finally started to fade.

I stayed inside her for a few more seconds, kissing the side of her face and the corner of her mouth while she caught her breath. Then I carefully pulled out, still rock hard, and carried her the short distance back to the sunbed.

I laid her down on her back, the oversized t-shirt still bunched under her tits. She looked up at me with flushed cheeks and glassy eyes as I climbed onto the sunbed after her. I hooked my hands under her knees, pushed her thick legs up, and rested both of them on my shoulders. The new position opened her completely. I lined myself up again and pushed back into her soaked pussy in one smooth thrust, burying myself to the hilt while she moaned at the sudden depth.

I kept thrusting into Kayla in the new position, her thick legs resting on my shoulders, her pussy taking every deep stroke. The wet sound of me sliding in and out of her filled the quiet balcony again.

"Don’t get me wrong," I said between thrusts, voice a little breathless, "but I’m actually glad your place got infested with bugs right now. If it hadn’t, I wouldn’t have you here like this for the next few days."

Kayla let out a short laugh that immediately turned into a moan when I hit a particularly deep angle. She reached up and gave my chest a half-hearted smack.

"Stop... talking about bugs while you’re inside me, you idiot."

I grinned and kept fucking her, using the full length of my cock in long, steady strokes that made her full tits shift under the oversized shirt with every impact. Her thick thighs flexed against my shoulders. She was still soaked from the last two orgasms, the slick heat of her making every movement smooth and filthy.

The balcony door slid open.

Tessa stepped out, already talking.

"Hey, the bed is..."

She stopped dead when she saw us.

I was still buried to the hilt in Kayla, her legs up on my shoulders, both of us clearly mid-fuck. Tessa’s eyes moved from my cock disappearing into Kayla’s pussy, to Kayla’s flushed face, then back to me. She slowly crossed her arms under her chest and leaned against the doorframe.

That... reminded me that I still had a Mendy problem. She saw me fucking Penelope... man...

"Well, well. Here I am, being a good little host and making you a floor bed in the living room so you’ll be comfortable," she said, voice dripping with sarcasm. "And here you are, getting railed by Evan out on the balcony without telling a single soul. Tsk, tsk."

I leaned down and kissed Kayla slowly, still rolling my hips in deep, lazy strokes. When I pulled back I looked over at Tessa without stopping.

"Care to join?"

Tessa raised an eyebrow, arms still crossed. "Why the fuck was I not included in the first place?"

"It happened in the heat of the moment," I said with a small smile, never pulling out of Kayla. "Come on."

She stared at us for another second, then exhaled through her nose. "Fine."