The Heart System Chapter 936

Someone nudged me hard in the shoulder. I cracked one eye open. I was still on the floor mattress Penelope had thrown down in the living room the night before... or, this morning? Tessa should have been beside me, but the space was empty. Instead Penelope was leaning over me, holding my phone out like it was on fire.

"Get up, you fat fuck. Someone named CB is calling you."

Carrie Beldenwary. Probably about Jack.

I groaned, rolled onto my side, and pushed myself up. My whole body felt heavy. In the kitchen Tessa was already at the stove, spatula in hand. The smell of eggs filled the apartment. Uh-oh. Tessa cooking breakfast was never a good sign.

I took the phone. 8:34 a.m.

"Thanks," I muttered.

Penelope just shrugged and wandered toward the kitchen. I answered the call, still half-asleep.

"Carrie."

"Evan. Morning. Jack will be connecting through my laptop in about ten minutes. I’ll call you back the second he’s on."

"Okay. Thanks."

"Talk soon."

She hung up. I dragged myself into the kitchen. Tessa’s back was to me while she poked at the pan. Penelope was setting plates on the counter. I walked up behind Tessa, gave her ass a solid smack, and kissed the side of her neck.

"Morning, you horny monkey," she said without turning. "Who was it?"

"Morning. Carrie. She finally arranged that meeting with Jack."

"Good for you."

"It smells like burning," Penelope said from the counter.

"Chill out, it’s not," Tessa shot back.

I left them to it and went to the bathroom. Cold water on my face helped a little, but I still looked wrecked in the mirror. So tired. I walked back out, dropped onto one of the stools at the kitchen counter, and propped an elbow on the surface.

My phone rang again, live video from Carrie. Rolling my shoulder once, I answered. She had propped her phone on a table so I could see her laptop screen. On the laptop, Jack’s face appeared.

"Hey... Jack."

"Hey... why am I getting a call from you, Evan? I thought we wouldn’t cross paths again."

"I’m going to cut short. You had Lay..."

Penelope, smirking, slipped under the counter between my stool and the cabinets. She unbuckled my pants, pulled the zipper down, and freed my soft cock into the open air. I cleared my throat and kept talking.

"You had, uh... you had someone steal a camera years ago. That camera belongs to someone named Layla. She has a sex shop. I think you can remember her."

Jack frowned. "Yeah... so what?"

"So what? Her camera had photos of her. And you also had her panties stolen."

"It... look, it wasn’t me, okay? I swear. It was my boyfriend’s idea. The same man you... saved."

"Now I regret it."

"What do you want from me?" Jack asked. "To get the camera back to you?"

"It’s the least you can do, no? I saved your and your boyfriend’s ass."

Jack shook his head, exhaled, then nodded. "Okay."

Under the counter Penelope took me into her mouth and started sucking. I groaned under my breath and cleared my throat again.

"Good. Tell me where the camera is and then we’re..."

She bit down a little too hard. I jumped, looked down at her, then back at the phone.

"Give me two minutes. I’ll be back."

"Okay?" Jack said, confused.

I paused the call, slid off the stool, grabbed Penelope by the arm, and pulled her out from under the counter. I laid her flat on her back on the floor, crouched over her face, planted both hands on either side of her head, and pushed my cock straight into her mouth.

The position was simple and brutal, me hovering above her, knees bracketing her shoulders, using her throat like a hole. I started thrusting hard and deep. Penelope gagged immediately. Thick spit spilled out the corners of her mouth and ran down her cheeks. She pushed at my thighs, trying to create space, but I kept going, fucking her face in short, relentless strokes. The wet, choking sounds filled the kitchen.

I didn’t last long. A rough moan tore out of me as I came hard, flooding her mouth. Some of it forced its way up and leaked out of her nose in thick white streaks while the rest spilled past her lips and down her chin. When I finally pulled out she was a mess, face shiny with spit and cum, mascara slightly smeared, breathing hard through her mouth, eyes watery and unfocused.

I smirked, dragged my balls across her messy face once, then spat on her cheek for good measure. No EXP for it since it wasn’t full sex, but it still felt good.

I stood, buckled my pants, left her lying there, and sat back on the stool. I unpaused the call, still a little breathless.

"Okay. Tell me where the camera is and we are even."

Jack looked slightly suspicious but answered. "At my boyfriend’s house. He isn’t using it anymore. But I can send you the address."

"That works. Thank you."

"Mm... hope we never see each other again."

I nodded. "Hopefully."

I hung up and glanced back. Penelope was still on the floor, chest rising and falling, face still ruined.

Tessa walked over with the pan and announced, "Breakfast is ready!" She stopped when she saw Penelope on the ground. "Holy shit. You fucked the soul out of her."

"I guess I did." I chuckled. "Alright, let’s start the day with some burnt eggs, shall we?"

Tessa groaned. "It’s not burnt, but whatever, you idiot."

"Riiight..."

"You fuckface..." Penelope said finally. "Oh, fuck..."

"You kinda deserved it." I smirked, glancing back at her. "You can’t deny it."

She laughed. "Maybe. But you’re still too fucking soft. Don’t worry, though. I’m going to make a man out of you yet."

I shook my head. "Wow. Lucky me."

Today started... a little strange. But I couldn’t complain, though.

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