The Heart System Chapter 519

Her teeth grazed her lower lip as her gaze pierced mine with intense, shadowed determination. A deliberate nod followed, and her hand ventured downward. Fingers slipped beneath the waistband of my shorts, seizing my semi-erect cock. She clenched it, her thumb gliding over the tip with deliberate, firm pressure that clouded my thoughts.

Balcony glass walls blocked the fiercest winter gusts, yet the air remained biting enough to turn each caress into an electric jolt. Jasmine's palm burned like fire on my flesh as she held me tight, thumb pressing languidly over my cock's head. A ragged breath escaped me, my skull dropping back onto the sunbed's padding.

"You’re always so ready for me," she murmured, her tone dipping into that husky, seductive purr that set my veins aflame. "Even when you’re moping about Nala, this part of you knows exactly what it wants."

"Hard not to be ready when you’re walking around in a gown that’s basically a red mist," I grunted, hands seizing her waist to draw her nearer.

No words came from her in reply. Instead, she slipped from my lap, dropping to her knees between my thighs on the slim sunbed. Her fingers hooked the edge of my shorts, yanking them below my hips to bare me completely to the chill. My cock jerked and swelled, rising rigidly as she drew close.

Hesitation was absent. Lips encircled the head, tongue lapping in a broad, slick loop before engulfing me deeply. A groan tore from me, fingers weaving into her hair to steer her rhythm. Her mouth's warmth contrasted sharply with the balcony's cold. Intent poured from her, eyes lifting through dark lashes to gauge my response with glee. She drew the breath from the space, throat flexing to swallow my length, hands curving back to massage her thighs amid her efforts.

"Fuck, Jas... you’re getting too good at that," I muttered, hips bucking on instinct.

A slick pop marked her retreat, saliva threading between us momentarily before she swiped her hand across her lips. A smug grin lit her flushed features, eyes smoldering with purpose.

"I told you, I’ve been practicing," she purred, voice laced with provocative challenge. "Now, get that shirt off. I want to feel you."

My t-shirt came off over my head, flung to the tiles below. Icy air prickled my bare torso, but Jasmine's return atop me banished the frost. She mounted my lap, red nightgown's gossamer silk riding up to her hips. Down she reached, positioning me at her drenched entrance, her warmth pulsing against my tip.

Slowly she descended, inch by inch, stare unwavering from mine. Her inner walls yielded to me, a vise-like embrace drawing a hiss from my lips. Fully seated, she paused a moment, a trembling sigh slipping free.

"Oh god... Evan... you’re so big today," she whimpered, palms pressing my chest, nails raking my pecs.

"Maybe I just missed you," I moaned, hands gliding to her rear.

Firmly I clutched her plump cheeks, digits sinking deep as I urged her motion. A languid grind began, hips rolling to ignite every sensation. Upward my hand traveled, delving beneath her gown's flimsy silk to claim her breast. Thumb and finger pinched her hardened nipple, rolling it steadily. A keen gasp burst from her, head arching back to bare her graceful neck under the moon's glow.

"Yes... just like that," she sobbed, rhythm accelerating.

Her form danced before me, penthouse city's glittering skyline sprawling behind like a jewel ocean. Surreality gripped the scene—claiming a beauty like Jasmine on this lofty private balcony.

"Look at us, Jas," I rasped, voice heavy with desire. "We really moved up in the world, didn’t we? From those shitty apartments to... this."

"Don’t talk about the past," she hissed, motions turning wilder, more urgent. "Just stay right here. Inside me. Make me forget everything else."

My hold adjusted, palms smacking flat on her ass with a crisp, resounding spank rebounding from the glass. The crack rang sharp, surging lightning through her core. A cry ripped out, her hips crashing down with fierce vigor.

"Fuck... I love this cock..."

"And I love this pussy." I chuckled.

Restraint vanished. Hips pounded upward in unyielding fury, sunbed protesting with creaks beneath us. Around her form my fingers snaked, locating her clit to deliver rapid, intensifying strokes like fuel to flames. She shattered in my embrace, breaths fracturing into frantic gasps.

"Look at me, Jasmine," I ordered, tone deep and gravelly. "Look at the city. Look at how high we are while I’m inside you."

Shoulders clenched under her grip, nails carving into flesh as she pried her eyes wide, peering past the railing at the twinkling expanse before locking back on me, pupils vast with fever. "I can’t... I can’t even think about the city, Evan. All I feel... is you."

Weight shifted, I thrust shallow and swift, amplifying the slick slaps against balcony glass. Lips brushed her ear's curve as I breathed, "You’re so tight, Jas. Like you were made just to hold me. You feel how much you’re shaking?"

"I’m... I’m losing it," she sobbed, hips jerking wildly for more speed. "Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop."

Damn. This Pleasure Skill was wonderful. Maybe being a ’monster’ wasn’t so bad, huh?

Naah.