The Heart System Chapter 613

A few more moments passed where we remained in that position, our breaths ragged and our bodies slick with sweat. Eventually, Delilah disengaged from me with a soft, wet sound. A substantial amount of my cum immediately began to seep from her core.

"Damn..." she chuckled, still catching her breath, as she reached for more tissues to staunch the flow. "You really finished inside me."

She attended to her needs as best she could before beginning to dress. Her panties went on first, and she winced slightly as the material made contact with her sensitive, still-leaking intimate area. Next came her bra, which she fastened with practiced skill, allowing her ample chest to settle back into its cups. She pulled her t-shirt over her head and finally managed to wiggle her jeans back up her shapely legs and over her posterior, closing them with a contented sigh.

I adjusted my own trousers, secured myself, and zipped up. The interior of the car was saturated with the potent aroma of sex, sweat, cum, and her lingering perfume.

We exited the vehicle. With a beep, I secured the car and looped my arm through Delilah’s, drawing her near as we ambled toward the elevator. Her warmth radiated against my side.

Once inside the elevator, the moment the doors slid shut, a smirk played on my lips.

"Hey... bend over."

Delilah arched a brow but complied with a playful grin. She turned, placing her hands flat against the elevator wall, her back arching as she presented her rear to me. She even gave it a teasing sway from side to side.

I stepped closer, gripped her hips, and parted her buttocks over her jeans with both hands. A small damp patch was already visible on the denim between her legs, testament to my overflowing release.

"Look at that..." I breathed, my voice a low rumble. "Absolutely intoxicating."

Delilah let out a soft laugh. "Men. You all get so turned on seeing a woman marked by your seed, no matter the reason."

"Oh, not me," I replied with feigned innocence.

"Uh-huh. Sure," she retorted sarcastically, remaining in her bent position.

The elevator chimed, signaling its arrival at the lobby. Delilah swiftly straightened up and adjusted her hair just as the doors parted. We emerged into the opulent hotel lobby as if nothing had transpired, though the faint dampness on her jeans and the fresh marks on her neck told a different story.

I guided her toward the exclusive penthouse elevator, swiped my keycard, and selected the top floor.

"Uh... there was this one woman. Staying here... what was her name? Blue-haired."

"Eleanor?"

"Eleanor." Delilah confirmed. "Yeah. Jasmine mentioned her once."

"Yeah. Do you know what happened to her?"

Delilah nodded, her expression shifting to a more somber one. "Someone attacked her, didn't they? Due to her brother's gambling debts or something. I truly hope she's receiving the care she requires."

"Yeah," I agreed softly. "Me too."

The elevator doors glided open with a gentle chime on the uppermost floor. We stepped out into the private corridor leading to the penthouse suite.

Halting before the door, I retrieved my keycard and presented it to the reader. A soft click indicated the lock had disengaged. Pushing the door inward, I kept one arm securely around Delilah’s shoulder.

The penthouse exuded an atmosphere of calm and quiet. Minne was occupied in the kitchen, a soft hum accompanying the clatter of dishes. In the living area, Jasmine sat with her laptop balanced on her lap, while Nala leaned in beside her, gesturing at the screen. From further down the hall, the faint sound of running water suggested Tessa was in the shower.

Jasmine was the first to look up. A smile greeted me, but it faltered as her gaze fell upon Delilah, causing her to slowly lower the laptop lid halfway.

"Oh my goodness. Delilah, hi!"

"Hey," Delilah responded with a warm smile. "Working?"

Nala also looked up. "Yep. The usual."

"Mrs. Komb!" Minne called out brightly from the kitchen. "Welcome back."

"Thank you, sweetie," Delilah replied. "You're busy too, huh? Looks like Evan's the only one slacking off."

"Yeah, yeah," I muttered. "Go ahead, boo me."

We moved to the expansive double sofa and settled in. My hand instinctively found its way beneath Delilah's t-shirt, playfully teasing her nipples. She offered no objection, contentedly resting her head on my shoulder, draping a leg over mine, and relaxing against me.

"Minne is preparing dinner," Jasmine informed us. "You haven't eaten yet, have you?"

"No, I'm actually quite hungry," Delilah admitted.

"When was the last time I fed Mik?" Tessa's voice drifted from the hallway. "Was it two? Or was it... wait, no, no. It was two, okay."

Tessa emerged from the hallway, her hair still damp from a shower. She was clad in an oversized white t-shirt that barely grazed her mid-thigh, its thin fabric clinging to her frame where it was still slightly wet. Her ample breasts moved unrestrained beneath the material, no bra in sight, and her erect nipples were starkly visible through the sheer, damp cloth. She exuded a potent, casual, and comfortable sexiness.

"Oh," Tessa said with a smile. "Delilah. Minne’s favorite girl. Hey."

"Hey," she responded with a chuckle. "And yes, I’m still holding that title, thank you very much."

"Where’s Kim?" I inquired.

"She went downstairs to call Eleanor for dinner," Tessa replied, heading towards the kitchen. As she passed Minne, she delivered a firm slap to the smaller girl's rear, eliciting a surprised squeak. A smirk played on Tessa's lips as she opened the refrigerator, revealing a beautifully layered cake that Minne had evidently prepared.

"Want some cake, Delilah?" Tessa inquired, already slicing herself a portion. "I’m not talking about Minne’s butt, by the way."

"M-M-Mrs. Tessa!"

"We’ll eat cake after dinner!" Jasmine exclaimed with evident exasperation. "Who in their right mind eats dessert first?"

"Me," Tessa stated shamelessly, forking a generous piece into her mouth.

"God..." Jasmine muttered, tenderly massaging her temple.

Carrying her plate, Tessa proceeded to the dining table and took a seat, a soft moan of pleasure escaping her as she savored another bite. The cake indeed looked magnificent.

I withdrew my hand from beneath Delilah’s shirt and planted a kiss on her cheek. She responded with a smile, shifting even closer, her warmth and sweet fragrance causing my head to spin slightly.

"Looks like you’re getting hard again," she whispered, her hand descending to cup my rising bulge through my trousers.

"Hmm. I wonder whose fault that is."

"No fucking before dinner," Jasmine’s stern voice cut through the air, though a hint of amusement laced her tone. "I feel like I’m the mom here."

"Being a mother would suit you," Tessa quipped from her seat at the table.

"And shutting up would suit you," Jasmine retorted sharply.

"Ouch," Tessa laughed, indulging in another mouthful of cake.

The front door creaked open, and Kim entered, closely followed by Eleanor.

"Oh hey! Delilah’s here too!" Kim exclaimed brightly, her face illuminated with joy.

Their greetings were warm and immediate. Kim embraced Delilah in a tight hug, which Delilah returned with genuine warmth. Before moving towards the kitchen, Kim leaned over the couch and bestowed a soft, lingering kiss upon my lips.

"Hey, handsome," she whispered against my mouth before pulling away.

Delilah then turned to Eleanor, her expression softening. "Hey, Eleanor. I heard what happened with your brother. I’m really sorry you’re going through all of this. It must be incredibly stressful."

Eleanor offered a small, grateful smile. "Thank you. That means a lot. It’s been... a lot, honestly. But I’m managing. I appreciate the concern."

With graceful movements, Minne navigated around the dining table, efficiently setting out plates and silverware.

"So," I began, glancing around at the assembled company, "since we’re all here—"

"No anal," Jasmine interjected instantly, her gaze fixed on her laptop. "Nope. Nope. Nope. Absolutely not."

"Aw, come on," I groaned in protest.

Eleanor let out a soft chuckle. "Don’t worry, Evan. I came prepared."

"Really?" I inquired, raising an eyebrow.

Eleanor playfully smiled and moved behind the couch. She gently guided my head back, allowing it to rest between her soft breasts, before retrieving her phone. She then presented me with a recent mirror selfie she had taken.

Holy shit.

The photograph depicted Eleanor standing before a mirror, partially undressed. She wore only a cropped top that barely concealed her breasts, her stomach and hips prominently displayed. Tilted slightly forward, she glanced back over her shoulder. A sleek, shining black butt plug, adorned with a pink heart-shaped jewel at its base, was firmly nestled between her rounded buttocks, stretching her tight hole.

"Wait, it’s... like, in you? Right now?" I asked, my voice low.

"Check for yourself."

I reached behind the couch, sliding my hand up beneath her skirt until I encountered her bare posterior. My fingers traced the space between her cheeks, and indeed, there it was. The firm base of the plug pressed against my fingertips, embedded deep within her anus.

"Fuck... that’s hot," I muttered, lightly tapping the jewel. "Okay, you’re officially my favorite right now."

"Wow," Tessa commented from the table, still engrossed in her cake. "It’s that easy to earn your favor?"

"I’m a simple man," I shrugged.

Eleanor chuckled softly. "Yeah, I can see that." Her gaze deliberately dropped to the unmistakable bulge in my pants.

"Um, dinner is ready!" Minne announced cheerfully from the dining area.

I clapped my hands together. "Perfect. Because I’m starving."

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