The Heart System Chapter 889

I took a big sip of orange juice, set the glass and the cigarette pack on the counter, then scooped Tessa up bridal-style. She yelped and laughed as I carried her down the hallway. I nudged her bedroom door open with my shoulder, stepped inside, closed it behind us with my foot, and set her down on the bed.

"No backing out, right?" I smirked, already unbuckling my pants.

"Nope." She sounded completely sure of herself. "I can handle you, cowboy. Believe me."

"Oh, I bet." I pushed my pants and boxers down and kicked them aside.

"Come here, you softie. Show me what you’ve got."

I stepped up to the edge of the bed and grabbed Tessa by the legs, pulling her closer until her head hung off the side of the mattress. She lay on her back looking up at me. Damn, she looked vulnerable like that... and incredibly cute.

"Just tell me if I’m being too rough, alright?"

"Just fuck me, you idiot. I’m not gonna chicken out."

I reached down and slid my hand under the back of Tessa’s head, supporting her neck and lifting her just enough so the angle was right. My cock was still only half-hard, hanging heavier than usual. I guided the tip to her lips and pushed forward, sliding into the warm, wet heat of her mouth.

She opened for me without hesitation. I started with slow, shallow thrusts, rocking my hips carefully while her tongue pressed against the underside of my shaft. The soft, wet suction and the way she looked up at me from that upside-down position quickly did the rest. Within a few seconds I was fully hard, the thick length of my cock stretching her lips.

I pulled out with a wet sound and lightly slapped the heavy shaft against her forehead a couple of times, leaving a shiny trail of saliva and precum across her skin.

"You sure you’re ready?"

Tessa’s lips curved into a smirk even with her head hanging off the bed. "Bring it on."

I pushed back into her mouth and this time I didn’t stay gentle. One hand stayed cupped under her head for support while the other tangled in her hair. I started thrusting in earnest, short, steady strokes at first that gradually grew longer and deeper. Every time I pushed forward her throat bulged slightly; every time I pulled back a thick string of saliva connected her lips to my cock.

The position made everything filthier. With her head tipped back over the edge of the mattress, gravity worked against her. Spit began to run from the corners of her mouth, trailing down her cheeks and into her hair. I picked up the pace, hips moving faster, using the hand in her hair to bob her head in time with my thrusts so that I was fucking her mouth from both ends at once.

Tessa gagged hard the first time I pushed too deep. The sound was wet and choked. Her hands came up and gripped my thighs, but she didn’t push me away, she just held on while more thick saliva spilled from her mouth and dripped onto the floor beneath her head. I kept going, a little rougher now, watching the way her throat worked around me every time I buried myself to the hilt. Tears started to gather at the corners of her eyes from the intensity, mixing with the spit that already coated the lower half of her face.

The wet, messy sounds of her gagging and the steady slap of my hips filled the quiet bedroom. Strings of saliva stretched and broke with every stroke. Her mascara began to run in thin dark lines toward her temples. She looked completely wrecked already, upside down, mouth stretched wide around my cock, spit and precum making everything shiny and filthy, and she still kept taking it, smirk long gone, replaced by focused, watery eyes that never left mine.

I didn’t slow down.

I leaned forward over her, still buried deep in her throat, and reached down to unbuckle her pants. I yanked them open, hooked my fingers into the waistband of both the pants and her panties, and dragged everything down just far enough to free her pussy. The moment the cool air hit her she twitched. I didn’t waste time, I lowered my head and dragged my tongue through her already-slick folds in one long, slow lick while I kept fucking her mouth.

She tasted clean and slightly sweet, the soft heat of her cunt spreading across my tongue. I licked her again, slower this time, flattening my tongue so I could feel every ridge and fold, then focused on her clit with firm, wet circles. Every time I pushed my hips forward and forced my cock deeper into her throat, I rewarded her with another long stroke of my tongue through her pussy. The dual sensation made her moan around my shaft, the vibration traveling straight up my cock.

I kept the rhythm steady, deep thrusts into her mouth while I ate her out with long, hungry licks. Spit continued to pour from the corners of her lips and run down her face; every few strokes she gagged hard, throat convulsing around me, and a fresh wave of thick saliva spilled out. I spread her pussy open with my thumbs and pushed my tongue inside her, fucking her with it in the same rhythm I was using on her mouth. She was getting wetter by the second, coating my chin.

After a while I pulled my cock free with a wet, filthy pop. A long string of saliva connected the head to her swollen lips before it finally broke. I took my slick, spit-covered cock and dragged it slowly across her face, smearing the mess of spit, precum, tears, and the light sheen of sweat across her cheeks, her forehead, the bridge of her nose. I tapped the heavy shaft against her lips a few times, then rubbed the head over her closed eyes and across her forehead again, leaving shiny trails everywhere.