The Heart System Chapter 827

"Look at you," she panted, still slamming herself down. "Lying there while I use your cock like my personal toy. You love watching this ass bounce, don’t you? You love how tight and wet I am for you..."

I groaned louder and slapped her other cheek, then both, leaving faint red marks on the soft, thick flesh. Every time my palm connected she clenched around me even tighter.

"Fuck... your ass is perfect," I said. "Keep bouncing on me just like that. Take every inch... ride me harder."

Kayla moaned and did exactly that, her powerful thighs working overtime as she fucked herself on my cock at a relentless pace. The car was rocking so hard it was a miracle no one outside had noticed yet. Her juices were dripping down my shaft and onto my balls with every drop.

"I’m so close already," she gasped, her voice turning higher. "Your cock feels too fucking good... stretching me open... filling me up..."

She went even harder, short, powerful jumps that made her thick ass clap loudly against my hips. I could feel her walls starting to flutter and tighten around me in rapid pulses. Her breathing turned into short, desperate moans.

"Fuck... Kayla... just like that," I groaned, gripping her hips and thrusting up to meet her. "Cum on my cock. Let me feel it..."

"Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes. Fuck..."

She slammed down one final time and came hard. Her entire body locked up as the orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clamped down around my cock, pulsing and squeezing me like a fist while a fresh gush of wetness spilled down my shaft. Her thick ass trembled and jiggled above me as she rode out the intense climax, soft broken moans spilling from her lips while the car continued to rock gently from the force of her movements.

Kayla switched from bouncing to grinding, rolling her thick ass in slow, deep circles on my cock. I moaned at the tight, wet friction.

She was still holding the grab handle when a short, sharp scream tore out of her.

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- Critical Success: Kayla

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Critical Success, huh?

Her whole body locked up as another orgasm slammed into her hard. Her pussy clamped down around my cock, pulsing and fluttering wildly while a fresh gush of wetness spilled down my shaft.

"Oh fuck... what the hell just happened?" she gasped, still trembling.

"Guess you like fucking in public, huh?" I said with a breathless smirk. "I didn’t know you were a pervert."

"I’m not."

"Uh-uh."

The car was parked near a quiet park. Light rain was still drizzling down. The clock on the dashboard showed nine in the evening. Normally Kayla wouldn’t get off work this late, but she’d pulled a double shift today and now had the next two days off. When she’d called me earlier because her car had broken down, I’d offered to let her stay with us for those two days.

"That..." Kayla panted, still catching her breath, "wasn’t normal, Evan. I just came, and then I came again right after."

"That means I’m doing a good job."

"You think so?" She let out a weak chuckle.

"Yep. What else?"

Damn. Maybe I really needed to start putting points into Luck. These Critical Successes were nice when they happened, but they still felt too random. Twenty or thirty points in Luck might make them more consistent... but not right now. Not while this perfect ass was still in front of me.

"I’m getting tired," Kayla moaned, finally stopping her movements. "I worked a double shift. I can barely move."

"Then it’s my turn." I smirked. "Come on. Get out."

"Get out? You mean get up?"

"You heard me." I grinned, leaned forward, wrapped an arm around her waist, and used my other hand to open the back door behind her.

"Evan! What if someone hears?" she whispered sharply.

"It’ll be fine," I said. "We’ll be quiet."

"If we get caught, I’m running like the wind."

With a little more encouragement, Kayla stepped out into the light rain. Her pants were still somewhere in the car; her work shirt hung open off one shoulder, the buttons completely undone. We were parked on a slight hill overlooking the park below. Behind us two trees with low-hanging branches provided a bit of cover, and beyond those trees stood an apartment building with a few lights still on. I was hoping the branches would be enough to hide us.

"Evan..." Kayla muttered, glancing around nervously. "Shit."

"Bend over."

She groaned but did as she was told, placing both hands on the wet hood of the car and arching her back. God fucking damn... that ass. I stepped up behind her, cock throbbing at the sight, and gave one of her thick cheeks a light smack with the head of my dick, leaving a sticky trail of precum across her skin. Kayla quickly looked left and right, making sure the area was still empty.

I lined up and slid back into her soaked cunt in one smooth thrust. She moaned, her head tipping back for a second before she checked both sides again. The risk of being seen made everything feel sharper, for both of us. I could feel it in the way her legs trembled and how much wetter she got the moment I started moving.

"You love this," I said, starting with steady, deep strokes.

"I’d rather get fucked in my own bed, Evan," she answered, voice a little panicked. "I don’t love this."

"But you’re wetter."

"I’m not, it’s the rain!"

Fucking her out here in the light rain brought Ivy to mind uninvited. Fuck. What was I going to do about her? Telling her the full truth about the relationship, not just Nala, but everyone else, was going to be a disaster. What a mess.

Kayla, noticing my thrusts had slowed, pushed her thick ass back against me until I was buried to the hilt again.

"Focus," she said. "And cum quickly!"

"Yes, yes, sorry."