The Heart System Chapter 506

Another deliberate push came from me, a gradual and firm advance that sank me halfway deep. Eleanor's spine bowed into a profound, alluring arch, her full breasts rocking with the motion. My arms wrapped forward, palms claiming those weighty, yielding globes and kneading them firmly, thumbs brushing across her rigid nipples. That twin assault shattered her final resistance, her inner walls beginning to give way, encircling me in a silken, unyielding grip.

With a last, forceful drive, I plunged fully inside. A stifled cry burst from Eleanor against the glass, her breath spreading a broad, chaotic mist across it. I held still briefly, reveling in the phenomenal, squeezing warmth. The sensation differed from her pussy—far more fierce, more insistent.

Motion began.

The rhythm started languid, withdrawing nearly free before slamming back with a resounding, slick smack. Our flesh colliding reverberated through the corridor walls, a primal, savage beat that set my blood aflame. Gentleness was gone now. I craved her sensing every ounce of that 'manly' vigor she'd mocked.

A crisp, biting smack landed on her right buttock, cracking like thunder in the silent hall. A vivid red imprint flared on her flesh, drawing from Eleanor a yelp blending agony and bliss.

"This the thrill you craved, Eleanor?" I growled, tempo quickening to a haze of raw friction. "Me pounding you right here in the hallway?"

"Yes! God, yes! Harder, Evan!"

My hold shifted, fingers weaving into her locks, yanking her head rearward for a fierce lip lock. Lips and tongues clashed wildly, teeth grazing amid my relentless rear assault. The position was ideal; each thrust struck her core perfectly, the illicit thrill fueling my senses like wildfire.

Ferocity ramped up, hips pistoning in an endless, beastly charge. My belt's leather, dangling from pants discarded below, rattled on the rug, but it meant nothing. I drowned in her essence, her form quaking per collision, her cries pitching shrill and wild.

"You're fracturing, Eleanor," I snarled into her mouth, motions wild and unrestrained. "I sense it coming."

Incoherence gripped her, speech melting to frantic begs. Her frame quivered, limbs buckling so fiercely I clamped her hips to steady her. My hand dove lower, fingers locating her drenched, engorged clit. Furious, vibrating strokes there proved the breaking point.

Eleanor exploded.

Her body locked taut, shuddering violently as a prolonged, fractured wail tore free, endless in echo. Inner spasms clamped savagely, her rear walls pulsing in torturous, vise-like grips that seemed to suck my soul dry. She surfed the orgasmic surge, head whipping side to side, nails carving desperate trails on the misted pane.

Her climax's grip, merged with peak's brutal squeeze, undid me completely.

A guttural groan escaped as my head snapped back, eruption surging deep within. Climax struck like lightning, white-hot jolts pulsing through my frame. I unleashed into her, a torrential, ceaseless heat overflowing her utterly. Hips bucked in final, erratic surges until every drop was drained.

Locked against the glass, we lingered in heavy silence for a thick minute, breaths ragged and synced echoing the hall. Sweat cooled on my skin, muscles throbbing with sated fatigue.

Gently, I withdrew. A slick, resounding pop hung in the air. Eleanor sagged against the window, brow to glass, bosom heaving in recovery. Utterly drained, her flesh shone, tresses a tangled storm.

Tenderly, I spun her to face me. Eyes hazy with ecstasy, a sly victorious grin played on her lips. I drew close for a gentle, drawn-out kiss, savoring her salty sweat and the frenzy's aftertaste.

"Well," I gasped, brushing hair from her cheek. "That qualifies as a solid morning workout."

A faint, winded chuckle escaped Eleanor, her palm feebly tapping my chest. "You're a beast, Evan Marlowe. An absolute beast."

"Yet you sealed the door," I countered smirking.

"Yeah. Guess I did..."

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Sexual Activity Completed

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Partner: Eleanor

EXP Gained: +0

Villain Bonus: +0 EXP

Star Rating: 0.0

Reason: You helped Eleanor.

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Bliss Multiplier: 0c

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"Damn," I grumbled, scrubbing my face. That label blocked any gains from the encounter. Shop visit loomed to mend my image, but K's shadow demanded caution. Loss accepted for now.

Eleanor hiked up her baggy pants, material sticking fast as it absorbed stray leaks near her groin. Unbothered, she sighed, combed fingers through disheveled hair for a rough tidy, and stretched feline-like.

"Certain you skip breakfast with us?" I queried, propping on the wall.

Toward the elevator she strode. "Nah. Gotta deliver cash to my idiot brother. He's likely eyeing his 'investment' payout."

"Fine..." I dipped my head, holding her stare once more. "Next round, call you join?"

"Next time?" she echoed, halting at the button.

"When the girls and I... get playful," I pressed, smirk rising. "Invite you?"

A true, sly grin lit her face as she entered the lift. Doors nearing seal, she tapped the lower floor. "Why not?"

Doors shut, leaving the corridor vacant. Holy shit. Hastily, I dressed, bemused by the morning's madness, then rapped the door sharply. Moments passed; Jasmine swung it wide, scanning me then the hall. Noting my disheveled pant, her eyes hit the tile's telltale puddle.

"Wow, hallway hookup with her?" Jasmine quipped, tone blending mirth and scorn. "Figured Eleanor quit whoring around."

"Hey, she's no whore," I replied lightly, brushing inside.

"Then you got locked out?" she probed, shutting the door.

"Yeah, by mishap," I confessed. "Anyway, inside. Famished here."

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