The Heart System Chapter 522

"Fuck, you’re still so tight," I grumbled, gripping the couch headboard tighter for better leverage. "Even after everything we’ve done."

"I... I can’t get enough," she sobbed, her head thrashing wildly from side to side. "Just... don’t stop. Please."

Completely immersed in the rhythm, friction igniting into a searing haze, I caught the click of a door opening down the hallway. Moments afterward, light footsteps padded toward the living room. I refused to pause, holding my steady tempo as my hips pounded into Jasmine’s with wet, resounding slaps reverberating across the vast area.

Tessa appeared around the corner, freezing in place upon witnessing the sight. Draped in a loose silk robe, her hair tousled from slumber, her face quickly morphed from shock to a tired, wry amusement.

"Jeez," Tessa sighed, slouching against the doorframe with arms folded. "At two in the morning? Really, you two? Some of us have an early huddle with the legal crew."

My rhythm stayed unbroken. Glancing back at her over my shoulder, a cocky smirk lit my features while the couch creaked rhythmically beneath us. "Let me guess, Tessa... you’re here for a banana?"

Tessa stiffened, her mouth falling open a bit. Her eyes darted to me, then the kitchen fruit bowl, then back. "Wait... how the hell did you know that? Are you reading my mind now, you freak?"

A brief, harsh laugh escaped me, my sweat-drenched back shining faintly in the dim glow. "Call it a hunch. Jasmine here follows Kayla’s app like a devoted follower. I guessed the ’metabolic window’ had turned into a household crisis."

"Stupid app," Jasmine gasped, eyes clenched tight as I struck a deeply sensitive spot.

Tessa rolled her eyes, mumbling about "fitness cults" under her breath, and headed to the kitchen. She snatched two bananas from the bowl, peeled one, and rather than retreating to her room, she sauntered into the living room. Positioning herself mere feet from the couch, she lounged against an armchair’s back, observing us with a sharp, calculating spark in her gaze.

She bit into the banana leisurely, eyes locked on Jasmine’s legs held firmly back.

"You know, Jas," Tessa said, her tone dipping into a teasing, menacing purr. "Seeing you like this... it reminds me of that one intense night in the bedroom last month. You remember, right? What you did to me?"

Jasmine’s eyes fluttered open, pupils dilated in bliss. She stared at Tessa, breaths coming in short gasps. "Huh?"

Tessa grinned slyly, taking another deliberate bite while edging nearer to the couch’s side, close to my thrusting hips. "You remember. How you took control. How you fucked me with that strap-on until I couldn’t walk."

A trembling moan slipped from Jasmine, her hands squeezing her ankles harder. The recollection struck her with the same force as my thrusts.

"Well," Tessa went on, her grin broadening as she slipped between us, banana dangling loosely. "Since you’re occupied playing the ’good girl’ for Evan... maybe it’s payback time."

Tessa appeared wide awake, like she’d been itching for a chance to stir things up.

She chewed the bite slowly, eyes on my hips driving relentlessly into Jasmine. The plush couch groaned under the steady barrage, skin-on-skin smacks cutting through the penthouse silence. Jasmine’s legs remained folded back, ankles gripped by her own fingers, her red nightgown bunched messily at her chest.

"You know," Tessa murmured, voice laced with wicked playfulness. "Kayla’s app claims these are for potassium. But I see a far better purpose for a ’metabolic window’ like yours."

Finishing the first banana with a swallow, she then knelt down. No hesitation; she prowled forward on all fours like a predator until positioned directly beneath me, between my shifting legs and the couch edge where Jasmine’s ass sank into the cushions. She lifted the second banana, its yellow peel glowing softly under the ceiling’s subtle lights.

Tessa held back from inserting it. Instead, she pressed the fruit’s smooth, chilled surface teasingly against Jasmine’s tight, clenched rear entrance.

Jasmine’s head jerked up, eyes bulging in a sharp, startled gasp. She strained to lower her legs, but her pinned pose prevented escape without sacrificing the addictive pressure. "Oh... don’t you even try that, Tessa! I’m gonna kill you if you do that! Evan, tell her!"

I offered no command to cease. The reflection of Tessa’s smirk in the balcony glass only quickened my heartbeat. I eased my pace slightly, burying deep and pausing against Jasmine’s inner walls, drawing a needy whimper.

"Hey," I rasped roughly. "I think I’d like to watch that. Long night, Jas. Let her have her fun."

"Not you too, Evan! Tessa, I swear to god—" Jasmine’s words halted as I thrust hard again, jolting the couch forward an inch.

Tessa pressed on undeterred. Winking up at me, she leaned to Jasmine’s ear. "Payback’s a bitch, huh? Remember making me beg? Now watch you take it."

Tessa withdrew the banana briefly. Then, with a quick spit into her palm, she slicked the tip and Jasmine’s spot. The lubrication let the peel slide torturously slow over the tender flesh.

"Tessa... please..." Jasmine moaned, fury dissolving into frantic, pleading whimpers. "It’s too much... Evan is already... oh!"

"Shh," Tessa hushed softly. "Just relax. Let the banana work its magic."