The Heart System Chapter 488

She wasn't dissembling. Every time Kayla’s posterior pressed against me, the tip of my cock snagged on her skin, sending electric jolts racing up my spine. I found myself ensnared within a swirling vortex of lace, silk, and soft flesh. Jasmine shifted onto my left, her corset elevating her breasts until they formed a veritable ledge. Grasping my hand, she drew it toward her heartbeat, her gaze locked onto mine with a fierce intensity that whispered of impending flame.

"Mendy, quit loitering," Tessa commanded, casting a look toward the bed. "Come provide our guest of honor with some affection. Don't be bashful now."

Spurred on by the others, Mendy crawled toward the bed's edge. Her initial hesitation vanished as she observed the worship I was receiving, a flicker of hunger reigniting in her eyes. She reached out, her fingertips skidding across my knee before she leaned in to participate, her lips tracing my neck while Kayla persisted in her relentless, grinding assault against my lap.

The room dissolved into a blur of frantic motion. Kim joined in, one hand cradling her burgeoning belly while the other stroked my arm, her presence an oasis of calm amidst the others' frenzied vigor. Bending down, she pressed a soft, lingering kiss to my forehead.

"You’re doing wonderfully, Master," she murmured.

I was rapidly approaching my limit. The combined friction from Kayla’s movements, Nala’s heavy breasts pressed against my face, and the myriad of hands roaming my body threatened a total system overload. My vision blurred and my breathing hitched in jagged gasps as I fought to remain seated in the chair. Every nerve ending screamed, hyper-attuned to the shifting textures of silk, lace, and skin.

Kayla accelerated her rhythm, her bounces becoming more forceful and rapid. Through the sheer fabric of her thong, I could feel the wet heat building to a fever pitch. I gripped the armrests with such intensity that I feared the wood might splinter under my strain.

"You’re nearly there, aren't you?" Kayla teased, her voice reverberating against my lap.

Just as I felt I could endure no more, Jasmine stepped into the center of the fray and raised a hand in a signal to cease. The girls slowed down, though they remained draped over me like a living, silken tapestry.

Jasmine surveyed the room, her gaze lingering on each woman before fixing upon me. Reaching down, she traced a manicured fingernail along the length of my pulsating cock—a slow, agonizing stroke that caused me to flinch.

"Well," Jasmine declared, her voice carrying a sultry, authoritative edge that pierced the haze. "I suspect we’ve squandered quite enough time on appetizers. Surely it’s time to move to the main dish, wouldn't you agree, girls?"

A heavy silence descended, the air thick with the weight of her promise.

"Main dish," Tessa repeated, her eyes smoldering with voracious hunger. "I find that quite appealing."

Jasmine turned back to me with a wicked, triumphant smirk. "Master, the staff awaits final instructions. Which one shall you break first?"

I didn't permit the tension to linger. Seizing Minne by her slender waist, I hoisted her effortlessly from the circle onto my lap. She let out a small, surprised gasp as I positioned her back against my chest, her pale, soft behind pressed directly against my throbbing heat.

I leaned upward, my hand guiding her neck to pull her into a soul-searing kiss. I savored her sweetness, an innocence that seemed to cling to her despite the surrounding madness. As our tongues engaged, my other hand descended to knead a full handful of her buttock. The maid outfit’s silk bunched beneath my palm, and she whimpered into our kiss, her body arching backward into mine.

"Time for our guest of honor to receive what she is owed," I rasped against her lips.

Gripping her hips firmly, I lifted her just enough to align her with my straining cock. With a slow, fluid motion, I entered her; the wet, heavy slide elicited a deep, guttural moan from my throat. Her heat was extraordinary—tight, pulsating, and beginning to ripple around me.

"Fuck, Minne... you’re so warm," I breathed, initiating a steady, rhythmic, upward thrust.

Yet, I wasn't finished with the others. Over Minne’s shoulder, I caught sight of Kayla, who stood a foot away, watching us with a hungry, expectant air.

"Kayla," I barked, my voice thick with lust. "Do not stop that dance. It is hypnotic. I want to see you moving that ass while I’m buried deep inside Minne."

Kayla let out a deep, sultry chuckle that echoed through the room. "Anything you desire, Master."

She turned, presenting that magnificent, perfect posterior once more. Leaning forward, she planted her hands on her knees, arching her back into an inviting curve. Then, she began to move. It was no mere wiggle; it was a violent, rhythmic vibration that sent visible waves rippling through her skin. Every time she hit the beat, her behind seemed to take on a life of its own, the tiny sliver of her thong swallowed by the movement.

"Look at that," I groaned, quickening my pace within Minne as I watched Kayla’s show. "That is the finest view in the entire city."

Tessa, refusing to let Kayla monopolize the attention, moved in behind her with predatory heat in her eyes. She buried both hands into Kayla’s cheeks, squeezing with such force that her knuckles blanched. She leaned down to bite the skin of Kayla’s left hip, leaving a distinct, crimson mark.

"So fucking good," Tessa hissed, her voice ragged. "Do you see this, Evan? It’s like marble wrapped in silk. I could feast on this all night."