The Heart System Chapter 490

Kayla reached back once more, her breath catching in rough, abbreviated gasps. Grasping my cock, she guided it into perfect alignment. With a deliberate, agonizingly slow descent of her hips, she drew me deep inside.

The resistance was staggering—thick and incredibly constrictive—until the muscles finally surrendered, allowing me to sink in until I reached the hilt.

"Nnh... fuck," I groaned, the internal tension gripping me like a closing vice.

Kayla’s head jolted backward, her hands pushing against my knees to steady herself against the intrusion. She cast a glance over her shoulder, her eyes burning with an expression of pure, triumphant ferocity.

"Hope you're prepared, Evan," she panted, her voice vibrating with intensity. "Because I intend to make you earn every single drop."

Once Kayla felt the full extent of my length sheathed within her, she wasted no time. Asserting total control, she braced her hands against my knees and began to thrust upward and downward with a fierce, athletic vigor. The heavy velvet chair creaked under our combined weight, the wood groaning beneath the impact of every downstroke.

"I told you there would be no going easy on you," Kayla rasped, face flushed as she continued her rhythmic assault.

She was absolutely relentless. She would elevate her hips until my cock nearly breached the edge of that tight, punishing heat, only to drive back down with a heavy, wet thud that sent electric jolts straight to my brain. The sensation—a hot, constricting pressure that seemed to encompass every nerve—was unlike anything I had ever experienced.

"God, Kayla... fuck!" I wheezed, head dropping back against the headrest.

The sounds were deafening. The wet smacking of her flesh against my thighs echoed in the room, accompanied by the persistent creaking of the furniture. The other girls gathered closer, their widened eyes fixed on the raw power propelling Kayla’s movements.

"Just look at her go," Nala whispered, her voice filled with awe. "She’s determined to shatter the chair and Evan simultaneously."

"She is totally ruthless," Jasmine added, leaning forward to observe the impact. "I have never witnessed her pound someone with such intensity. She is truly marking her territory."

Kayla wasn't just moving; she was practically warring with me. She accelerated until she was a blurred motion, her sculpted, heavy frame striking my lap with the force of a hammer. I felt my body stiffen, my muscles pulled tight as the overstimulation pushed me to the edge. I reached out, fingers digging into her hips in a futile attempt to gain leverage, yet she remained an unstoppable force of nature.

My vision began to blur, the room’s soft lighting softening into a golden haze. "Oh fuck... Kayla... ease up," I managed to gasp, my voice cracking. "I'm going to... I’m right there..."

Instead of slowing, a flicker of triumph ignited in Kayla’s gaze. She increased her pace further.

She moved with a frantic, desperate velocity, breath whistling through her teeth in high-pitched notes. Every thrust penetrated deeper than the last, the internal pressure intensifying until it verged on pain.

"Take it, Evan! Give it all to me!" she screamed, the sound ricocheting off the glass walls.

I could maintain control no longer. The dam broke with a primal, violent force. My vision shattered into shimmering fragments as the orgasm tore through me. I let out a stream of incoherent, guttural cries, head tossing side to side as I spent everything deep inside her.

The sensation was overwhelming—a series of scorching pulses that felt as though they were being extracted from my very essence. I poured myself into her, filling her deepest, tightest recesses until there remained no space left.

Yet, Kayla did not pause. Even as I convulsed at the peak of my release, she continued. She pushed harder, her movements evolving into an unrelenting, punishing rhythm. Utilizing the extra lubrication provided by my climax, she drove herself even deeper, her body pounding against mine with a strength that left my thighs aching. I felt as if I were being entirely hollowed out.

"Kayla... stop... oh, fuuuuck," I groaned, my hands sliding off her waist as I surrendered to the overwhelming power of her rhythm.

The fluid began to overflow. Due to the velocity of her movement, the mixture of secretions and my own emission churned into a frothy white foam that coated the base of my cock and streaked down my thighs. As it dripped toward my balls, Mendy leaned in, her tongue darting out to lap up the overflow with ravenous hunger.

"Look at the mess she’s making," Tessa laughed, eyes transfixed on the white foam bubbling between them. "She is literally churning it up."

"It's everywhere," Kim whispered, a hand resting on her stomach as she observed. "I’ve never seen a man produce such a volume. She is milking him completely dry."

Kayla remained a blurred silhouette of sweat and muscle. She struck the bottom with sufficient force to rattle my entire frame, her internal muscles clamping around me like a trap.

I was rendered helpless, held to the chair by the sheer weight of her determination. My breathing came in shattered hitches, my mind blank as she continued to ravage me long after I was spent.

Then, with a final, agonizingly powerful drop, Kayla slammed down as hard as she possibly could. She held that position, her body snapping rigid as she reached her own plateau.

She emitted a long, fractured cry that dissolved into broken whimpers. Her muscles tightened in a violent, crushing lockdown, spasming in a way that forced one last, exhausted groan from my throat. She remained impaled upon me, chest heaving, her skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat under the lights.

A heavy, profound silence reclaimed the room, broken only by our synchronized, labored breathing.

"Holy... hell," Delilah whispered, adjusting her black stockings as she stepped forward. "I think you actually did it. You’ve broken the 'Master.'"