The Heart System Chapter 512

Getting back home? No chance I could hold out that long.

The second-floor bathroom felt like a chilly tiled crypt lit by sputtering fluorescent bulbs. It stood as the sole untouched spot in the entire structure—hot water lines busted for months, faucets spitting nothing but freezing spurts that scared off any loiterers. This made it the ideal, forsaken hideout for my urgent craving.

I perched on the shut toilet seat, leaning against the icy porcelain tank. Jasmine rode me hard, her work skirt shoved up around her hips, palms pressed steady on the stall's metal barriers. She bounced wildly on my shaft with raw, urgent force, the slap of flesh against flesh reverberating through the barren walls. Clothes barely shed; my trousers bunched at my feet, her nylons tangled mid-thigh. Pure calculated risk, fueled by the looming dread of that restroom door bursting wide.

"You couldn’t wait, could you?" Jasmine gasped out, her tone rough and winded as she slammed down onto me. "Had to have it this instant. We’ve ruined you, Evan. Turned you into a total beast. Can’t survive even hours without a pussy gripping your cock."

"I fucking love it," I groaned, my skull knocking back into the partition.

My hand rose, palm planted on her shoulder to bend her forward, arching her spine and baring her fully. Fingers slipped behind, thumb probing her snug, wrinkled rear opening. I pushed inside, sensing her warmth against the stall's draft.

"Oh, fuck. Look at that. See how much you’re swallowing."

"You wanna cum inside me that bad?" she whimpered, neck craning back as her rhythm intensified, inner walls vise-gripping me tight. "Wanna knock me up like Minne? Like Delilah? Like Kim?"

"Yes..." I rasped, words heavy with savage hunger. "I wanna fuck that pregnant pussy while sucking your milk, Jasmine. Fill you till you overflow completely."

A second finger joined, the stretch drawing a piercing squeal she stifled by chomping her lip. The forbidden vibe—the vacant booths, janitor intrusion peril—ignited my lust like rocket fuel.

"You’re so greedy," she snarled, nails clawing the stall tops, knuckles blanched. "A total lust-crazed ape. That your goal? Make us all your breeding sluts?"

"I want you owned by me," I declared, pelvis thrusting up into each plunge. "Let the whole building see my claim in your stride."

Friction built to scorching agony, vision blurring in the blaze. Jasmine neared collapse; her quads quivered, breaths ragged and frantic bursts. She rubbed her clit raw on my groin bone per thrust, gaze foggy in ecstasy.

"Evan... Evan, I’m... I’m gonna shatter," she wailed, motions wild and sloppy.

"Let go, Jas. Unleash it on me," I coaxed, gripping her hips to yank her fiercer.

A prolonged, broken scream bounced off the ceramics, her frame seizing rigid. She clenched me brutally, like draining my essence. Those rippling depths broke me. A deep, beastly bellow escaped as I clutched her midsection, erupting far within.

Then, restraint crumbled.

I flooded her relentlessly, scorching torrent stuffing her brimful. Jasmine collapsed onto me, bosom pounding mine, brow on my shoulder while we gulped air in the stifled quiet.

We lingered thus awhile. My cock remained lodged deep, twitching post-climax. Jasmine stayed limp over me, flesh damp with perspiration amid the chill. I caressed her locks, lips brushing her temple as reality sharpened.

Abruptly, the system blinked into my peripheral vision.

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ON A ROLL QUEST: 50SC

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Convince Jasmine to pull up

her panties while your cum is

still inside her vagina.

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The prompt hung there, sparking a hoarse laugh in my chest. This twisted system, I mused. Pushing me full villain mode today.

I eased away, peering at Jasmine’s blissed-out, stunning features. Mascara faintly blurred, eyes hazy from peak.

"Hey, Jas?" I murmured.

"Mmm?" she murmured back, lids fluttering half-shut.

"I want you to do something for me. Something... kinda wild."

She blinked. "What? Another go? Evan, legs are rubber, no way—"

"Nah, not that," I hushed, tone lowering. "Pull your panties up. Now. With my cum still trapped inside. Keep it on all day."

Jasmine gaped, shock and incredulity mixing. "What? You serious? No... Evan, that’s nasty. It’ll drip everywhere, wreck my outfit... Can’t face the office soaked."

"Please, Jas," I pressed, palm kneading her cheek. "For me. Imagine feeling me during every meeting, client chat. Recall this bathroom with every slick reminder."

"Think you’re branding me?" she breathed, blush rising not solely from passion. "God... Tessa nailed it. You’re a raging horndog. Utterly deranged, Evan."

"That a refusal?" I queried, arching a brow.