The Heart System Chapter 493

I drew back from her, then settled my full weight upon her, pressing her frame into Kayla’s. My arm coiled around her neck to pull her nearer, while my fingers brushed a damp lock of hair away from her face. I traced a burning path of kisses down her shoulder and along the elegant curve of her spine, before rising slightly to seize her waist. With every ounce of remaining vitality, I surged forward. She was drenched for me, the constant, slippery flow echoing with every wet impact as I drove deeper.

"I love you," I murmured, the words raw and sincere. I delivered a firm, stinging swat to her backside—the sound snapping through the hushed room like a gunshot. "I fucking love you."

"My turn, now," Kayla moaned from underneath her, reaching up to squeeze her own breasts. "Fuck my tight little pussy, Evan. I am starving."

"Evan..." Mendy’s voice wavered, her breath escaping in a sharp, high-pitched whistle. "I’m close... I can’t..."

"Are you going to cum again?" I whispered against her ear, my teeth grazing her lobe. "Right here? On your friend?"

"I’m... I’m sorry, Kayla..." Mendy gasped as her body began to stiffen. Her eyes rolled back while her fingers clawed into Kayla’s shoulders. "I can’t hold it back... I’m shattering... Evan!"

I denied her any reprieve. I accelerated, thrusting my hips with a blurring, relentless speed. That was the breaking point. Mendy let out a fragmented cry, her legs trembling violently as she arched her spine toward the ceiling. A scalding, frantic gush of her nectar erupted, coating Kayla’s stomach and thighs in a glistening, sticky sheen.

She slumped forward, resting her head on Kayla’s shoulder as she went completely limp. Kayla just offered a tired, triumphant smile, stroking Mendy’s hair with a gentle, sisterly affection.

"Wow... that was hot, Mendy," whispered Kayla.

"Alright... your turn," I grunted, pulling back with a heavy, wet sound.

I paused to survey the aftermath. Minne and Jasmine lay curled on the rug by the bed, fast asleep and looking utterly exhausted, their thighs still slick with the evidence of the evening. Kim and Tessa had already departed, presumably seeking the comfort of a warm bath. Delilah and Nala remained on the bed, passed out in a pile of limbs beside us.

I reached out to shift Mendy off Kayla, settling her onto the pillows where she immediately closed her eyes, her breathing shallow from exhaustion. I had pushed her to her limit; she lacked even a spark of energy to spare.

I turned Kayla over, positioning her into a deep doggy-style posture. In the morning light, her sculpted, massive behind looked like a work of art, still vibrating slightly from the strain. I aligned myself, circling the head of my member against her entrance to tease the puckered, searing heat.

"Such a perfect, fat ass," I muttered, burying my hands in the firm flesh of her cheeks. "I could stay back here forever."

Kayla gave her hips a playful, rhythmic shake, causing the muscle to jiggle for my appreciation. "It’s yours... but only if you can make me cum again. If you’ve still got it in you."

"Now, now. What’s the magic word, Kayla?"

She let out a weary, husky chuckle. "Please? Please, Master."

I pushed into her, her tight, constricting heat wrapping around me like a glove. I emitted a long, ragged groan of pure relief. Between Jasmine, Tessa, Kim, Minne, Delilah, and Mendy, I had endured a marathon of pleasure, yet Kayla always remained the ultimate challenge.

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- Critical Success: Kayla

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"OH, FUUUUCK!"

The reaction was instantaneous. Kayla’s entire body seized as if a live wire had been thrust into her spine. Her internal muscles clamped down on me with a crushing, rhythmic force that threatened to snap me in two. I clenched my teeth until my jaw ached, my fingers digging into her skin hard enough to leave marks. She let out a piercing shriek as she climaxed, a scalding, frantic flood of release soaking the mattress and mingling with the remnants of my previous efforts.

She remained like that for a few moments, twitching and panting, before finding the strength to move. She glanced back at me, her eyes dilated with genuine shock. I had barely begun, yet she had already reached her peak.

She braced herself upright, my member sliding out with a wet pop, then lunged toward me. She pushed me backward until I was in a sitting position, straddling my lap. Catching the base of my member, she locked her gaze with mine, her expression burning with possessive hunger.

"I fucking love this dick," she breathed, lowering herself onto me slowly.

"Only the dick? Or... me as well?" I teased, though my voice trembled from the sensation of her sliding down.

She chuckled, sliding her hands around to lock behind my neck. "Shut up and make me cum properly this time."

"Yes, ma’am."

I buried my face in her chest, my tongue flicking out to catch her stiff nipples. I sucked one deeply into my mouth, biting lightly as I pumped upward, my hips meeting her frantic downward grinds with heavy force. I moved my head side to side, lost in the scent of her skin and the overwhelming friction. With every upward stroke, I felt her inner walls milking me, demanding more, demanding every last drop I held.

I pulled Kayla closer, my hands sliding from her waist up to her shoulder blades to press her chest against mine. The friction of her sweat-slicked skin against my own created a furnace, a localized heatwave amidst the cool dawn. I was buried deep, the wet sounds of our connection echoing through the room.

"You aren't getting away that easily," I rumbled, my voice resonating against her collarbone.

I met her grinds with a powerful, upward surge. Kayla let out a sharp, jagged hiss, digging her fingers into my back muscles as she fought to find her flow. She bounced with desperate, frantic energy, her breasts swaying and thumping against my chest with every plunge.

"Evan... oh, god... right there," she sobbed, her head snapping back.