The Heart System Chapter 890

Tessa’s face was flushed deep red, eyes watery, mascara running in dark streaks toward her temples. She was panting hard, but the smirk was still there.

"That all you got, softie?" she managed between breaths, then coughed once. "Liiiiimp diiiiick."

"Oh, you done it now."

I slid back into her mouth without warning and leaned forward again, burying my face between her thighs. I licked her harder this time, long, greedy strokes that ended with firm suction on her clit, while I resumed fucking her throat in deep, steady thrusts. The wet, choking sounds she made every time I bottomed out only made me go harder. Spit poured freely now, soaking her hair and dripping onto the floor in thick strands. Her throat fluttered and clenched around me every time she gagged.

She finally pushed at my thighs hard enough that I pulled back. My cock left her mouth with another wet sound and I immediately rested the full length of it across her face, smearing even more spit and precum over her flushed skin. I rubbed the shaft slowly back and forth across her lips and cheeks while she caught her breath, the thick vein on the underside pulsing against her skin. I was close, dangerously close. My cock throbbed heavily against her face.

"Look at you," I muttered, voice rough. "Face covered in spit, mascara ruined, and you’re still talking shit. You love getting used like this, don’t you? Throat fucked until you can’t even talk straight."

Tessa only smirked up at me through the mess, still breathing hard.

I pushed back into her mouth and started fucking it again, deeper, faster, less careful. One hand stayed under her head for support while the other gripped her thigh, keeping her pussy spread so I could still lick and suck at her clit between thrusts. The wet, messy sounds of her gagging filled the room. Thick ropes of saliva ran from her stretched lips down her cheeks and into her hair. Every time I buried myself to the hilt her throat bulged and she made a choked, wet noise that only pushed me closer.

"I’m close," I warned, voice tight. "Fuck... Tessa... FUCK..."

I shoved in all the way one last time, burying every inch in her throat, and held myself there. My cock pulsed hard and I came, thick, heavy ropes of cum pumping straight down her throat in strong, endless spurts. She gagged around me immediately, throat convulsing as she tried to swallow, more spit and cum leaking from the corners of her mouth and running down her face. I kept her pinned like that, grinding against her lips while rope after rope emptied into her, the intense pulses lasting longer than usual until finally the last weaker spurts left me and I slowly pulled back.

My cock slipped free, still twitching, shiny with spit and cum. A thick mixture of both spilled from Tessa’s open mouth and ran down her cheek as she coughed and tried to catch her breath, head still hanging off the edge of the bed.

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Evan Marlowe [Level 23]

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EXP: 40190/42490

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Current Credits: 18235c

Current SC: 100

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"Now I really do feel like a cowboy," I smiled, still rubbing my cock lightly across her messy face. "How about you?"

"Shut the fuck up." Tessa panted, then pushed herself up onto her elbows.

"So, that means you accept the defeat?"

"What defeat, you idiot?" She smirked, locking eyes with me. "This was nothing. You big fucking teddy bear."

"Wow, nothing, huh?"

"Yep. Nothing."

Right. Nothing.

She crawled the rest of the way onto the bed and collapsed onto her back, one hand resting on her forehead as she stared at the ceiling. I stayed standing for a moment longer, cock still hard and throbbing. I could have kept going, but she clearly needed a break, and a long, hot shower.

"Hell, I won’t smoke tomorrow either," I shrugged. "I like this kind of bribe."

"Uh-uh." She let out a weak chuckle. "Now... fuck off. I’m gonna take a shower. A very long shower."

"Right. Call me if you need help, alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, you perv."

I left the room and closed the door with a quiet click. Just as I stepped into the living room, the front door opened and the rest of the girls came in. Kayla was with them, a small backpack hanging from one hand and her jacket folded over the other arm.

"Hey," Jasmine smiled when she saw me. "Where’s the traitor Tessa?"

"I punished her." I puffed out my chest a little. "You should see the state of her."

"Oof." Kim grinned. "Poor gal. But I really can’t feel bad for her since she ditched us."

"Hey, you." Nala walked straight over, kissed me on the cheek, then immediately dropped into a chair at the dining table. "I need to check some stuff... oh god. I forgot my laptop."

"I’ll get it, Ms. Nolin," Minne said with a smile.

"Thank you, honey... I’m so, so, so tired. Ugh..." She groaned. "My back’s killing me as well... god..."

"Thanks again." Kayla closed the door behind her. "You’re going to be stuck with me for the next few days. Sorry about that, really."

"Stuck?" I chuckled. "I doubt that."

"Ppft."

"What do you mean by ’ppft?’" I chuckled. "Come on, come here, you dork."

She laughed and kissed me quickly on the lips as she walked past. In that moment I just stopped and looked around the penthouse. Damn. This was cozy as hell. Snow drifting down outside, the occasional gust of wind against the windows, the soft chatter of the girls filling the room. The idea that I had once spent years alone in that tiny, shitty apartment felt almost impossible now.

"Ah, I didn’t grab my charger," Kayla exhaled. "Can I take yours, Jas?"

"Sure. It’s in the master bedroom. On the desk." She said. "If it’s not there, check the bathroom counter."

"Thank you."

"No problem."

Yeah. Cozy as hell. And I wanted to keep whatever this was forever.

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