The Heart System Chapter 759

The room filled with the obscene sounds of our fucking, the wet slapping of flesh against flesh, her gagging and choking around my cock. The pleasure built higher and higher, the sensation almost too much to bear.

I reached down, grabbing her breast roughly, squeezing and twisting her nipple until she cried out in pain and pleasure. Her body shuddered, her hips bucking as she tried to grind against the air, desperate for any sort of friction.

"Please," she begged, tears streaming down her face. "Please let me cum."

I chuckled darkly, my cock swelling even more at her words. "Not yet, you filthy whore," I taunted. "You cum when I say you cum."

"Your... your dick. Twitching."

"Yeah, that’s right. Keep sucking me off... I’m gonna cum inside that pretty mouth of yours. Take it deep."

"P-please..."

"Take it, take it, take it... take it you fucking..."

With a final, desperate groan, I felt my orgasm crashing over me. My cock pulsed and spasmed, spurting deep into her mouth as she struggled to swallow every last drop. Her body shook with the effort, tears streaming down her face as she milked me for all I was worth.

Man. Me, being a dom, huh? This felt strange, but hey, it was fun. No way I’d be this harsh toward Jasmine and the others, though.

When I finally pulled away, Luna looked up at me, her eyes glazed over with lust and submission, mascara streaked down her cheeks from her tears.

"Good girl," I said, my voice rough with pleasure. "You took that like a champ."

I reached down, helping her to her feet. Her body was unsteady, her legs trembling from the intensity of our encounter. I grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look at me.

"You’re mine, Luna," I said, my voice leaving no room for argument. "Every part of you belongs to me. Remember that."

She nodded, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and adoration. "Yes," she whispered. "I’m yours."

I released her chin, giving her a small smile. "Now get out of here and clean yourself up. I have plans for you later."

She nodded again, turning to stumble out of the room. I watched her go, a sense of pride and ownership washing over me as I stood up, ready to face whatever came next. My cock was already stirring again, eager for more.

I knew that this night was far from over.

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I pulled the car over across the street from the gas station and killed the engine.

Stepping outside, I locked the door behind me and crossed the road. The evening traffic had finally died down, leaving only the occasional car passing by. The bright lights of the gas station stood out against the dark street, just like they always had.

The automatic doors slid open as I walked inside.

A man I’d never seen before was standing behind the counter, lazily scrolling through his phone.

"Hey," I said as I approached. "Have you seen Tuck? I’m a friend of his."

The cashier looked up. "He left work early today. Sorry."

My stomach sank. "Right. Thanks."

I turned around and left the store without another word.

Something wasn’t right.

I crossed the street again while pulling my phone from my pocket. Unlocking the car, I climbed into the driver’s seat and immediately called Tuck.

The phone rang. Once. Twice. Three times.

Nothing.

I ended the call and tried again as I started the engine.

Still nothing.

"You fucking idiot..."

His house wasn’t far away. Maybe he’d gone home after leaving work.

Maybe.

The neighborhood slowly changed as I drove farther from the main roads. Streetlights became fewer, the buildings looked older, and graffiti covered more walls than paint did. Small groups of people lingered outside convenience stores and apartment entrances despite the late hour. Some smoked while sitting on broken plastic chairs, others leaned against parked cars with beers in their hands, watching every vehicle that passed through.

I called Tuck again.

The phone rang until it gave up.

No answer.

I tightened my grip on the steering wheel.

"Come on, T..."

The closer I got to his place, the worse the neighborhood became. Empty bottles littered the sidewalks, overflowing dumpsters sat beside rusted fences, and loud music drifted from apartments with their windows wide open. A couple argued across the street while a stray dog rummaged through a pile of garbage without paying either of them any attention.

I tried calling one last time.

Nothing.

"God damn it."

A minute later, I pulled up in front of Tuck’s house.

I shut off the engine, climbed out, and looked around.

The street was quiet compared to the others I’d driven through. Most of the houses were old brick homes with chipped paint and overgrown front yards. A single streetlamp flickered nearby, barely doing its job, while an old pickup truck sat parked a few houses down with flat tires.

I walked up the short path to Tuck’s front door and knocked. No answer. I waited for a few seconds before knocking again. Still nothing.

I could hear a television playing somewhere inside, muffled by the walls, but nobody came to the door. I reached for the doorknob and gave it a twist.

Locked.

I headed around to the back of the house.

The small backyard was just as neglected as the front. The grass had grown knee-high in places, an old barbecue sat rusting in one corner, and several empty beer bottles were scattered near the back steps.

I walked over to the kitchen window and peeked through the gap in the curtains.

"Nothing."

The kitchen lights were off, and I couldn’t see anyone inside.

"Tuck?"

No answer.

I tried the window more out of habit than expectation... and to my surprise, it slid upward without any resistance.

"Seriously?"

I pushed it open the rest of the way and pulled the curtains aside. Before climbing in, I looked around one last time to make sure nobody was watching.

Satisfied, I hoisted myself over the windowsill and dropped quietly onto the kitchen floor.

I dusted my hands together and looked around.