The Heart System Chapter 550

Jasmine continued her slow, deliberate movements, a soft whimper escaping her lips as her body quivered atop mine. Her intimate moisture cascaded onto the coffee table, mingling with my arousal. Kim finally relinquished her grip on my hair, her chest heaving, a look of profound satisfaction gracing her features as she observed us both.

From the couch, Tessa let out a light-hearted laugh, her tone playful. "My, Jasmine. You certainly gave it your all. Just look at the delightful mess you’ve created on him."

Minne, still nestled against Tessa, lifted her head slightly. A blush crept onto her cheeks as she watched our interaction with wide, captivated eyes.

My hands remained firmly on Jasmine’s hips, providing gentle guidance as she persisted with those languid, unhurried rhythms. The lingering tremors of her climax still caused her to flutter around me. The sensations were intoxicating, yet I consciously forced myself to breathe, reining in the overwhelming urge to surrender. My cock pulsed with an almost painful hardness within her, eager, but my game was not yet concluded.

Kim leaned in once more, bestowing tender kisses along my jawline before murmuring seductively into my ear, "You're maintaining such impressive control... yet I can sense your readiness. Your cock is practically vibrating inside her."

A soft, contented sigh escaped Jasmine, and she finally eased herself upward slightly. My cock slid from her with a wet sound, slick with the evidence of her release. She remained astride my lap, however, her damp warmth pressing against my shaft as she regained her breath, her heaving chest brushing against mine.

"Damn... that was intense," Jasmine breathed, her voice husky and laden with exertion as she placed a lingering kiss upon my lips.

A smirk touched my lips, the rush of adrenaline still coursing through my veins. One hand traced the curve of her damp back, while the other delivered a firm, possessive squeeze to her rear. "You rode me as if battling for a trophy, Jasmine. Well done."

Kim moved from her position behind my head to my side, her fingertips tracing a slow, incendiary path down my chest. Her gaze met Jasmine's, an impatient, hungry grin flashing across her face. "My turn," she purred, her voice deepening. "I want to feel him stretch me next."

"But he's going to finish soon!" Jasmine protested, her hips giving an involuntary twitch that sent a jolt of heat directly to my core. She looked down at me, her eyes pleading. "Can you hold on just a little longer, Evan?"

I emitted a rough chuckle, my breath catching in my throat. "No chance. I'm right at the precipice."

"Then fuck me again," Jasmine muttered, a competitive fire igniting in her eyes as she prepared to resume her position.

"It's my turn!" Kim retorted, though a playful frustration underscored her words. "Go find a vibrator or something, Jasmine!"

Jasmine ignored her. Gripping my shoulders, she began to move on my cock once more, her rhythm frantic and desperate. The friction was overwhelming, her slick heat embracing me like a vice.

A guttural groan escaped me, my head falling back as I felt my control disintegrate. I was perilously close, the building pressure a tangible weight in my chest.

From the periphery, Tessa let out a low chuckle, her eyes alight with amusement. "Cheater," she teased, observing Jasmine's urgent cadence.

I could no longer contain myself. The sensation was too sharp, too exquisite. Kim exhaled, resting a hand on her hip in a gesture of mock exasperation, yet her eyes remained fixed on the point of our union.

"I'm—!"

I relinquished all pretense of control. Bucking upward, my body seized as I began to spill my climax deep within her. Wave after wave of incandescent heat flooded her, the sheer intensity of my release blurring my vision. Due to the elevated level of my Pleasure skill, the impact of my orgasm struck her internally like a physical force. Sensing the surge of my seed, Jasmine's inner walls contracted violently in response. A high-pitched, fractured cry tore from her as she reached her own climax in tandem with mine, her entire frame convulsing as she collapsed against my chest.

The orgasm was... extraordinary. It felt as though the entire world had contracted to the locus of our connection, a maelstrom of friction, heat, and primal release that left us both utterly spent, capable only of drawing breath.

Jasmine, drenched in sweat and trembling, surrendered completely, her weight pressing me against the coffee table. I held her tenderly, my arms encircling her as I released a long, shaky exhale. My head rested against Kim’s soft, exposed breasts as she stood behind me, one knee on the table, her fingers absently stroking my hair in a soothing, repetitive rhythm.

Tessa gently shifted Minne off her and sat upright on the couch, her eyes gleaming with a dark, revitalized spark of mischief as she surveyed the three of us. "Don't get too comfortable, Evan," she warned, her voice light but brimming with promise. "We've only just begun with you."

The girls exchanged quick glances, the air in the penthouse thick with the scent of sex and a sense of anticipation. Even after the release, the pressure in the room hadn’t faded. I lay there, trapped between the girls, breathing slow and deep, knowing that the night was far from over.

"Hey," Kim said, looking down and meeting my eyes as I rested my head against the soft heat of her breasts. "Should we call Eleanor?"

Jasmine let out a long, weary exhale, still trying to catch her breath. "She has enough on her plate right now. Let’s just give her a break."

"But she specifically told us to call her over when we... get naughty," Tessa reminded them, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips.

"W-we should at least call her," Minne added shyly, her voice barely a whisper. "Right?"

Jasmine finally slid off me, my cock sliding out of her with a wet, heavy squelch that echoed in the quiet room. "I mean, she’s in a mourning mood, isn’t she? Her life is a bit of a mess right now."

"The hell is a ’mourning mood’?" Tessa asked, shifting her position on the couch. She reached out with her bare feet, resting them against my softening cock and rubbing it absentmindedly with her soles. "Let’s just call the girl."