The Heart System Chapter 484

I ramped up the fervor, my tongue darting with a humming, pulsating rhythm. I drew her clit between my lips, circling it with my tongue as I plunged two fingers far into her depths. Her wetness was such that each push from my hand produced a slick, steady squelch.

Mendy was unraveling completely. Her hips jerked wildly against my mouth, her breaths escaping in sharp, piercing gasps. I sensed the strain mounting in her thigh, her muscles clenching fiercely as she teetered on the edge.

“I’m—! I’m gonna—! EVAN!”

She exploded.

Her frame stiffened against the pane, her spine bowing sharply so her torso thrust outward. A shrill, quivering cry escaped her as she convulsed from head to toe. Her core gripped my fingers in fierce, pulsing contractions, squeezing them with immense force while a warm, gushing surge soaked my hand and jaw. She surfed that crest for an endless, torturous moment, her head whipping side to side until she gradually slackened, her leg slipping from my shoulder as she sagged against the glass.

I lingered a moment longer, licking away the remnants of her climax, my gaze fixed on her stunned, wide-eyed stare.

“Welcome to the party, Mendy,” I murmured, rising and brushing my lips clean.

I rose to my feet, my breathing catching as I gazed at Mendy. She was trapped between my form and the chilly glass, her flesh glowing with a intense, heated crimson. I offered no pause for her to regain composure from the oral assault I’d unleashed. I closed the distance, my rigid length grazing her drenched thighs, and watched her eyes widen until the irises nearly vanished in black.

“You claimed you were only here to observe, Mendy,” I breathed, my tone laced with a shadowy, gravelly undertone in the hushed space. “But you’re leaking everywhere on my floor. I believe we’ve moved beyond mere spectatorship, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Evan... I...” Her words trailed off unfinished.

I bent low and slid my arms beneath her knees, lifting her effortlessly in a fluid lift. She emitted a surprised squeak, her palms instinctively clutching my shoulders for balance. I pressed her rear firmly against the glass barrier—not roughly enough to injure, but sufficient to transmit the jolt of contact. Her limbs encircled my hips, her heels crossing behind me, and her slickness aligned directly with my tip.

“Grip me tight,” I ordered.

I aligned at her opening. Her arousal from the earlier attention made guidance unnecessary; with a powerful, ascending drive of my pelvis, I sheathed myself fully within her.

Mendy’s skull bumped back against the window with a muted thump, her lips parting in a soundless, astonished cry of ecstasy. The profound penetration appeared to rob her of breath. I held still briefly, allowing her to adjust to the fullness, my palms shifting to her rear. I kneaded the supple, fair globes, my digits pressing firmly as I drew her nearer, seeking to fuse us together.

“You’re incredibly snug, Mendy. It’s as if you’re attempting to tear me in two,” I groaned, my teeth nipping at the tender line of her throat.

I began thrusting, starting with a deliberate, tormenting roll that built into a forceful, steady battering. Each deep impact caused the glass at her back to shudder in place. The icy chill of the wintry evening against her spine contrasted with the blazing warmth of my body pressing into her front.

“Oh god... yes... right there, Evan! Fuck, don’t stop!” she cried into my ear, her voice fracturing.

She clung to me desperately, her arms vise-like around my neck, restricting my air. I adjusted my hold, keeping one hand on her rear while the other ascended to her locks, clenching and tilting her head back to expose her features. Her expression was one of utter disarray, lips puffy and bosom rising and falling against me.

“Admit you crave it,” I demanded, accelerating until we blurred in motion against the pane. “Confess you want me to claim you fully, right here for all to witness.”

“I want it! I want every bit of you! Please, Evan, harder! Destroy me!”

I complied, my drives shortening into savage jabs, my sinews tensing with each blow. I was pounding relentlessly now, the moist, smacking clash of our flesh echoing through the room. I slipped a hand between us, my thumb locating her clit and circling it with urgent, vibrating friction as I devastated her from beneath.

The excess sensation overwhelmed her. Mendy began writhing in my embrace, her head flailing as she hurtled toward the brink. Her inner channel started undulating, contracting in urgent, rhythmic throbs that signaled her imminent peak.

“That’s it, Mendy. Yield to me. Release everything,” I whispered harshly.

She didn’t merely summit; she disintegrated utterly.

She wailed, her nails raking my back as a prolonged, piercing keen faded into fragmented gasps. Her core seized in a brutal, vise-like grip, the contractions around my length bordering on agony. She endured the surge, her form shuddering and spasming against me as another warm, sticky torrent coated my legs. She remained frozen in that ecstatic lockdown for what felt like ages, her breaths emerging in faint, uneven hitches against my flesh.

I eased my rhythm yet persisted, maintaining a profound, consistent roll as she gradually softened against me, her limbs quivering where they held my waist.

“Holy... fuck...” she breathed, her tone a faint echo. “You... you truly are extraordinary.”