The Heart System Chapter 596

Hesitation flickered within her, the unwavering loyalty she held for her 'boss' waging war against the sheer, unadulterated rush of the Pleasure skill. My movements picked up pace, abandoning the gentle rhythm for deep, potent thrusts that sent her breasts bouncing with each powerful impact. I lowered my head, latching onto one of her dark nipples, my tongue swirling around its hardened peak as I continued to pound her with an unyielding intensity.

"Ahhh! Shit... He... he doesn’t tell me the code!" she cried out, her head thrashing wildly from side to side. "I swear to God he doesn’t!"

"But someone knows it," I stated, pushing deeper, the car visibly rocking with the force of our movements. "A man like Brok doesn't handle everything himself. Who else has the means to open that safe, Kayleen?"

I directly applied more lubricant to her clit, my fingers working it in with rapid, circular motions. Her moans escalated, growing more desperate and echoing in the confined space of the vehicle. I could feel her teetering on the precipice of release for the third time, her entire body taut like a high-strung wire.

"I... I can’t—"

I ceased my thrusting, pulling my cock almost entirely free, leaving only the very tip to tease her entrance. A whimper of pure frustration escaped her lips as her pussy desperately tried to draw me back in, her muscles spasming in the void I had created.

"Please... please fuck me properly," she begged, her normally composed features completely shattered by overwhelming lust.

"Tell me what I want to know first. Names, Kayleen."

She was panting heavily, sweat beading on her dark skin, creating a glistening sheen. Her entire body convulsed as if struck by a jolt of pure ecstasy.

"Dakota!" she finally managed to gasp, her voice a raw, ragged scream. "Dakota knows the code! He’s Brok’s cousin or something... handles a lot of his business, the money, the logistics! Please... I don’t know the fucking code myself! Just finish it!"

"Surname?"

"AAGH... FUCK! I DON’T KNOW! PLEASE! PLEASE!"

"Good girl."

Gripping her buttocks with both hands, my fingers digging into the firm flesh, I began to fuck her with renewed vigor. This was no longer the probing pace of interrogation; these were deep, rapid, and punishing thrusts that elicited uncontrollable moans from her. The car groaned under the strain, the leather seats squeaking as I relentlessly drove into her with all my might.

"Oh my god... I’m gonna cum... I’m gonna cum so hard—" she cried out, her nails digging into my shoulders, drawing blood.

This time, I offered no reprieve.

I pounded into her with relentless force, slamming into her slick pussy with primal intensity. Kayleen's body stiffened as her orgasm finally crashed down upon her. It was a violent release; her pussy spasmed around my cock like a vice, gripping me with incredible strength as she came, her voice a long, broken moan that filled the car. Her release, mingling with the lubricant, soaked my testicles and the seat beneath us.

The intense contractions of her inner walls, coupled with the sight of her succumbing, propelled me towards my own climax. A deep groan rumbled in my chest as I thrust upwards one final time, burying myself to the hilt as I came hard into the condom. Thick, powerful spurts filled the latex, and I continued to move, our breaths mingling in the humid, stagnant air of the car as our orgasms peaked simultaneously. Her body trembled atop mine for nearly a full minute, the tremors gradually subsiding into a heavy, leaden stillness.

Finally, she collapsed against my chest, her heart hammering against my ribs like a frantic bird. We remained in that embrace for a time, the only sounds the ticking of the cooling engine and her own ragged, shallow breaths. My cock remained nestled within her, feeling the last vestiges of her pussy's grip as she recovered.

"Fuck..." she whispered weakly, her voice a mere thread of sound. "What the hell was that? I’ve never... I’ve never cum that hard in my life. I can’t even move my legs."

I waited a moment before responding, simply shaking my head and gently pushing her away. "Get off me."

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Sexual Activity Completed

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Partner: Kayleen

EXP Gained: +530 (x2)

Villain Bonus: +300 EXP

Star Rating: 4.6

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Bliss Multiplier: 2040c

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I lifted her off, her body feeling utterly limp and depleted. She sank back into the passenger seat, her legs still visibly trembling as she struggled to catch her breath, her gaze fixed on the passing trees outside the window. I removed the condom, tied it securely, and tossed it out into the dense brush.

Kayleen then turned to look at me, the lingering haze of lust replaced by a palpable mixture of profound exhaustion and deep suspicion. Her hands trembled as she adjusted her clothing.

"You’re not a normal client, Jack... or whatever your real name is," she stated, her voice regaining a sliver of its former sharpness, though her eyes remained unfocused.

A faint, cold, professional smile touched my lips. "You don't need to concern yourself with that. You've been exceptionally helpful today, Kayleen. More than you could possibly imagine."

I shifted the car into gear, the engine roaring to life. Dakota, the cousin. The one holding the keys to this whole operation.

It seemed my next promising lead was already laid out before me.

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Evan Marlowe [Level 21]

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EXP: 13745/ 31500

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Current Credits: 19727

Current SC: 700

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Locating Dakota presented a significant challenge. I lacked a surname, had no idea of his appearance, and Kayleen herself was uncertain if he was truly Brok’s cousin or merely a close associate. This left me reliant on dubious leads, hoping for a breakthrough.

For now, the pawnshop represented my most viable avenue.

Pushing the door open, I stepped inside. The little bell above the entrance chimed softly. The air was thick with the scent of dust, aged electronics, and lingering cigarette smoke.

A curtain at the back parted, and a man emerged from the rear room.

I had never encountered him before. He was certainly not present during my previous visit with Sarah and Melvin.

"Hello," I greeted with a nod. "I’m looking for a laptop cooler. Do you have any?"

"Yes, we should still have some," he responded with a polite smile, gesturing for me to approach. "Follow me."

He walked from behind the counter and proceeded towards the shop's far corner.

The man appeared to be around my age, perhaps slightly older. He had short, dark hair, a neatly trimmed beard, and wore simple, clean attire – just a black hoodie and jeans. Nothing about him stood out. No tattoos snaked up his neck, no intimidating aura, and no heavy accent like Brok’s. Frankly, he looked more like someone who fixed computers for elderly ladies than an individual entangled with dangerous figures.

"We really must organize this place someday," he murmured, shifting a stack of boxes aside.

"It has a certain cozy charm this way," I quipped.

"Cozy, until something decides to fall on your head."

He let out a chuckle and crouched down, retrieving a dusty sports bag concealed behind the boxes. Setting it atop the stack, he unzipped it to reveal several laptop coolers, approximately eight or nine in various sizes and brands.

"These are the ones we have left."

I selected one, pretending to examine it thoroughly.

"These are actually quite good," I confirmed with a nod. "A friend of mine purchased one here previously. She mentioned a guy named Dakota helped her choose it."

"Dakota?" He pointed to himself with a wide grin. "That's me."

So, this was indeed Dakota.