The Heart System Chapter 918

I fucked her deeper, angling my hips so every thrust dragged against the sensitive walls. The wet squelching sounds of her stretched asshole grew louder. I reached up with both hands, forced two fingers from each hand into her mouth, and pulled her lips open, stretching them wide like a bridle. Carrie made a muffled, helpless sound around my fingers while I kept slamming into her ass.

"Why’s your voice sounding like that all of a sudden?" her husband asked, clearly noticing the change.

I pulled my fingers outward, stretching her mouth even more, and whispered against her ear again.

"Answer him. Talk with my fingers in your mouth like a good little slut. Tell him you’re fine."

"I’m... f-fine..." Carrie managed around my fingers, the words distorted and wet. "Just... cold. Wind picked up."

I released her mouth, gave her ass another hard slap, and went back to gripping her hips so I could fuck her even harder. The bed creaked under the force of my thrusts. Every time I bottomed out her soft body rocked forward on the mattress. Thick strands of spit still connected her stretched lips.

"You’re doing so well," I whispered, voice low and mean. "Taking this cock in your ruined little asshole while you lie to your husband on speaker. He has no idea I just had my whole fist inside you. No idea you’re dripping my cum from earlier down your thighs while I fuck you open again."

"Babe? You went quiet again."

"I’m here," she panted. "Sorry. Nala asked me something."

I leaned forward, still thrusting deep, and wrapped one hand around her throat from behind, not squeezing hard, just holding, while the other reached under her and found her clit. I rubbed it in firm, rough circles in time with my strokes.

"He’s going to keep asking why you sound like that," I whispered. "Keep lying. Tell him whatever you want. I’m not stopping until you cum on my cock with him still on the line."

Carrie’s moans were getting harder to contain. Every thrust forced a soft, broken sound out of her that she tried to swallow. I kept rubbing her clit and fucking her ass with deep, steady strokes, the wet sounds of her hole taking me constant and filthy.

"You like this, don’t you?" I muttered against her ear. "Getting your asshole used while your husband talks about his boring day. You’re so fucking wet I can hear it. This married cunt is dripping all over the sheets because of how I’m stretching your ass."

"I... I should probably go soon," Carrie tried to say to her husband, voice high and unsteady. "Nala’s waiting."

"Waiting? Weren’t you guys walking?"

"I mean... waiting... near the... uh... car?"

"Oh, okay. Alright, babe. Call me when you’re heading home, okay? Love you."

"Love you too," she whispered, the words almost breaking.

I didn’t let her hang up yet. I fucked her harder, rubbing her clit faster, my other hand still lightly holding her throat.

"Don’t you dare end the call," I whispered. "You’re going to cum with him still listening. I want him to hear your voice shake when you break."

"Um... one more thing." Carrie said.

"Yeah, what is it?"

Carrie was trembling hard under me now. Her asshole fluttered and clenched around my cock in short, desperate pulses. I could feel her getting close. I kept the same deep, relentless pace, whispering filthy things against her ear the entire time.

"That’s it... squeeze my cock with this ruined little hole. You’re going to cum while he’s still on the phone. You’re going to cream yourself with your husband’s voice in your ear and my cock buried in the ass I just fisted open. Do it. Cum for me like the dirty wife you are."

Her whole body locked up.

A long, broken moan tore out of her throat before she could stop it. Her asshole clamped down around my cock in powerful, rhythmic spasms, the already stretched walls pulsing and milking me while a fresh rush of wetness spilled from her empty pussy onto the sheets. She shook hard under me, face buried in the pillow to muffle the worst of the sounds, while the orgasm ripped through her in waves.

On the phone her husband’s voice came through one more time, concerned.

"Babe? You sure you’re okay? You sounded like you—"

"I’m fine," Carrie gasped, still pulsing around my cock. "Just... tripped again. Really have to go. Bye."

She blindly reached out and ended the call with a shaking hand while I kept fucking her through the last strong aftershocks, still buried deep in her ruined, freshly fisted asshole, listening to her try to catch her breath with her husband’s confused goodbye still hanging in the air.

I smirked the second the call ended.

The polite restraint I’d been forcing myself to keep while her husband was on the line vanished. I straightened up, gripped both of her soft hips hard enough to leave marks, and started fucking her ass with everything I had.

The first full-power thrust made Carrie cry out into the pillow. I didn’t slow down. I set a brutal, relentless pace, long, heavy strokes that drove every inch of my cock into the already stretched, freshly fisted heat of her hole. The wet, filthy slap of my hips against her cheeks filled the cheap motel room. Every impact made her soft, juicy ass ripple and bounce.

I raised one hand and brought it down hard across her right cheek.

The sharp crack of the slap was loud. Carrie jerked and let out a high, broken scream that turned into a moan. A clear red handprint bloomed on her pale skin. I didn’t give her time to recover. I slapped the other cheek just as hard, then went back to the first, alternating sides while I kept pounding into her without mercy.

"That’s it... take it," I groaned, voice rough. "Scream all you want. He’s not on the phone anymore. Let me hear how much this ruined little asshole can take."