The Heart System

Chapter 923: Chapter 923

I straightened up, gripped both of her hips, and gave her exactly that, short, heavy digs that drove every inch of my cock into her over and over. The wet slap of skin on skin grew louder. Her ass bounced and rippled with every impact. I kept spanking her between thrusts, the sharp cracks mixing with her rising moans.

"You take cock so fucking well," I told her, voice rough with effort. "This pussy stretches around me like it was made for it. I can feel you getting wetter every time I bottom out."

"Because it feels so good," she gasped, fingers digging into the couch cushions. "Your cock is so deep like this... fuck... keep talking to me."

"You’re such a greedy girl when you get like this. Ass up, back arched, pushing back on every thrust like you can’t get enough. Look at how this fat ass is bouncing for me. No one else has an ass like this. No one."

I reached under her again and found her clit, rubbing firm circles over it while I kept the hard, steady pace with my hips. Kayla’s moans climbed higher almost immediately. Her arms started to tremble. She dropped from her hands to her elbows, face pressed into the couch, ass still raised high for me.

"That’s it," I muttered, spanking her again. "Arch it more. Let me see everything while I fuck this wet little hole."

"Yes... yes I’m close... don’t stop... please don’t stop..."

"Oh, you’re close again?"

"Yes, yes, yes. Fucking yes... Keep going. Fuck, yeah, keep going."

I fucked her harder, rubbing her clit faster, occasionally delivering another sharp slap across her glowing cheeks. The combination of the deep thrusts, the constant stimulation on her clit, and the sharp sting of the spanking pushed her right to the edge.

Her whole body went rigid for a second. Then a long, raw cry tore out of her throat as the orgasm crashed through her. Her pussy tightened in powerful waves, the silky walls fluttering and squeezing around my shaft in strong pulses that seemed to pull me even deeper.

She shook hard, thick ass still raised and trembling under my hands, soft broken sounds spilling from her mouth while the climax rolled through her in long, shuddering waves. I kept thrusting through every pulse, spanking her once more just to feel the way her body reacted, until the strongest contractions finally began to soften into weaker aftershocks.

Even then I stayed buried deep, hands still gripping the warm, pink-smacked flesh of her ass, watching her try to catch her breath with my cock still stretching her open.

My phone started ringing on the far side of the couch. Neither of us even glanced at it. I kept driving into Kayla from behind, hands locked on her hips, the wet slap of my cock burying itself in her still-sensitive pussy filling the living room. She was still shaky from the last orgasm, but she pushed back to meet every thrust anyway.

I leaned over her back and dragged my tongue up the side of her throat, tasting the light salt of her skin. Kayla moaned low in her throat and tilted her head to give me more room. I licked and lightly sucked at the soft spot just under her jaw while I kept fucking her in deep, steady strokes.

The phone finally stopped. The silence only made the wet sounds of our bodies louder.

I wrapped both arms around her waist, lifted her clean off the couch, and sat down. Kayla ended up in my lap with her back pressed flush against my chest, her soft, heavy tits resting over my forearms. She reached down between her spread thighs, found my cock, and guided the thick head back to her entrance. Then she sank down slowly, taking every inch until she was fully seated and I was buried to the hilt again.

The new angle was deeper. Different. Her weight settled completely on me, the thick curve of her ass pressed against my hips, her soft thighs framing mine. She put one hand on the side of my thigh for balance and started to move with short, bouncing strokes that lifted her almost off my cock before she dropped back down hard enough to make her ass slap against me.

"Fuck..." she breathed, head tipping back against my shoulder. "You’re so deep like this..."

I slid both hands up her stomach and cupped her tits, squeezing the soft weight of them while she bounced. My thumbs brushed over her stiff nipples in time with her movements. Every time she dropped down I thrust up to meet her, driving myself even deeper.

"You feel that?" I muttered against her ear, voice rough. "How far you’re taking me like this? Your pussy’s swallowing every inch."

Kayla turned her head and found my mouth. The kiss was messy and open, all tongue and shared breath. She kept bouncing while we kissed, the wet sound of her cunt taking my cock growing louder and filthier. I groaned into her mouth when she clenched around me on purpose.

"Keep doing that," I told her between kisses. "Squeeze me every time you come down. Let me feel how tight you can get."

She did exactly that, clenching hard on every downward stroke while her thick ass bounced against my lap. One of her hands stayed on my thigh for support; the other reached back and tangled in my hair, holding my head close while she rode me. I kept playing with her tits, squeezing and pinching, occasionally leaning down to lick and suck at the side of her neck again.

The phone started ringing a second time on the other end of the couch. We both ignored it.

Kayla’s bouncing grew faster, more desperate. The soft, heavy slap of her ass against my hips turned almost constant. I could feel her getting wetter by the second; more of her juices ran down my shaft and soaked the base of my cock and my balls. The amplified sensation from the Pleasure skill made every flutter and clench feel sharper than usual.