The Heart System

Chapter 924: Chapter 924

"You’re getting close again," I murmured against her ear, still thrusting up to meet her. "I can feel your pussy starting to twitch. You gonna cum on my cock like this? Sitting in my lap with your back against me, bouncing on it like you can’t get enough?"

"Yes..." she moaned, voice already breaking. "Don’t stop... keep talking... keep touching me..."

Damn, I was making her cum faster now. I had to invest more points into Pleasure as soon as possible. That was like a cheat code.

I pinched both nipples at once and rolled them between my fingers while I kept fucking up into her. "This body drives me crazy. Soft tits filling my hands, thick thighs spread over mine, that perfect ass bouncing every time you take me to the hilt. You’re soaked. I can hear how wet you are every single time you drop down."

Kayla kissed me again, harder this time, moaning into my mouth as her rhythm turned almost frantic. Her walls were starting to flutter in short, involuntary pulses around my cock. I slid one hand down her stomach and found her clit, rubbing firm circles over it while she continued bouncing.

"That’s it... right there..." she gasped against my lips. "Fuck... I’m gonna... I’m so close..."

"Then let go," I told her, voice low and rough. "Cum for me. Let me feel this pussy break while you’re sitting on my cock. I want every pulse. Every fucking pulse, you hear?"

"Oh, fuck, Evan, Evan, Evan... fuck... oh, fuck, FUUUUUUCK!"

Her whole body tensed against me.

Her pussy locked down around my cock. Wetness spilled out around my shaft and ran down onto my thighs. She shook hard in my lap, thick ass still trying to bounce through the climax, soft tits heaving under my hands while the pleasure tore through her in long, shuddering waves.

I kept thrusting up into her the entire time, rubbing her clit and murmuring filthy encouragement against her ear, riding every last strong contraction until they finally began to soften into weaker aftershocks.

Even then I didn’t stop.

I kept fucking up into her sensitive pussy in deep, steady strokes while she trembled and tried to catch her breath against my chest.

The phone on the other side of the couch started ringing again, the sharp sound cutting through the wet slap of our bodies, but neither of us reached for it. I just held her tighter and kept moving inside her, letting her ride the last fading pulses of her orgasm while the phone rang and rang.

I kept the same position, Kayla seated in my lap with her back pressed against my chest, thick thighs spread over mine, and started thrusting up hard to meet every bounce. The soft, heavy slap of her ass against my hips grew louder and wetter. Every time she dropped down I drove myself deeper, using the full strength of my hips. The wet sound of her pussy taking my cock filled the living room.

"Fuck... just like that," I groaned against the side of her neck, one hand still cupping a soft tit while the other stayed locked on her hip. "Bounce on it harder. I want to feel this fat ass hitting me every single time."

Kayla moaned and picked up the pace, lifting almost all the way off my cock before slamming back down. The impact made her soft cheeks ripple. I matched her rhythm with upward thrusts, the two of us moving together in short, powerful strokes that drove me as deep as the angle would allow. Her walls were still fluttering from the last orgasm, the leftover sensitivity making every stroke feel sharper.

"You’re so deep like this," she panted, head tipping back against my shoulder. "I can feel you throbbing... fuck, keep going..."

I slid the hand on her hip lower and found her clit again, rubbing firm circles over it while I kept fucking up into her. Kayla’s bouncing turned almost frantic. The wet slap of her ass against my lap became constant. More of her juices ran down my shaft and soaked everything between us.

"Ah, fuck, so tight..."

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

I pinched her nipple hard and rubbed her clit faster, still thrusting up to meet every bounce. "Gonna cum again? What a horny girl you’ve become, Kayla."

"Oh, shut up." She moaned. "Keep fucking me... keep fucking me... OOHHH... keep... fucking..."

Her whole body locked up against me and she came with a loud scream.

The way her cunt kept squeezing and fluttering around me pushed me straight over the edge with her.

I buried myself as deep as I could and came hard with a rough, guttural groan. Thick, heavy ropes of cum flooded her pussy in strong, endless pulses. I kept grinding up into her while I emptied myself, feeling her still-twitching walls milk every drop out of me. There was so much that I could already feel it starting to leak out around the base of my cock even while I was still cumming.

We stayed locked together for several long seconds, both of us breathing hard, my cock still twitching and spilling the last weaker spurts deep inside her while she trembled through the fading aftershocks.

A sharp knock sounded at the front door. "Evan? Open up."

Anotta’s voice. Clear and impatient.

I tensed. Kayla felt it and let out a soft, breathless chuckle. She turned her head and kissed me, slow and lazy, before she carefully lifted herself off my cock. The second the thick head slipped free, a heavy rush of cum followed it. Thick white streaks immediately ran down from her freshly fucked pussy onto my thighs in messy, shiny trails.

Kayla dropped to her knees between my legs without a word. She leaned in and started licking the cum off my skin with slow, thorough strokes of her tongue that cleaned every streak from my thighs. The warm, wet drag of her tongue over the sensitive skin made my still-half-hard cock twitch again. She took her time, gathering every drop, occasionally glancing up at me with a small, satisfied smile while she worked.

Another knock, harder this time. "Evan. I know you’re in there."

Kayla kept licking, unhurried, cleaning the last of the mess from my thighs while Anotta waited on the other side of the door.

I cleared my throat, voice still rough.

"Coming!"