The Heart System Nov Chapter 398

Chapter 398: Chapter 398

I let one hand wander up, cupping her breast, thumb flicking her nipple hard before pinching it, rolling it between my fingers. She cried out, hips stuttering for a second before slamming down harder. I leaned up, sucking her other nipple into my mouth—tongue swirling, teeth grazing, sucking deep while my hand slapped her ass—firm, sharp crack that made her moan louder.

I pulled her down suddenly—arms wrapping around her waist, hugging her tight against

so her tits pressed flat to my chest, nipples dragging against my skin with every breath. Her face buried in my neck, pussy still impaled on my cock. I held her like that—bodies flush, her weight on top of —and started thrusting up hard, hips snapping, cock driving deep into her pussy with punishing force.

"Fuck—yes—like that—" she moaned against my throat, nails raking down my back. "Pound ... Evan—harder—"

I did—hips a blur, cock slamming up into her, balls slapping her ass with every thrust. Her pussy clenched tight, walls rippling, juices running down my shaft, soaking my groin. I could feel her building again—moans turning frantic, body trembling against mine, pussy fluttering wildly around .

The UI flickered in my vision.

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Orgasm Control

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Target: Eleanor

Arousal: ■■■■■■■■■■ 96%

(Commands unlocked at 80%

arousal)

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Available Commands

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[1] Deny Orgasm

[2] Ruin Orgasm

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I ignored it completely.

"Evan—I’m—close—" she gasped, voice breaking, hips grinding down to et my thrusts.

"Do it, baby," I growled against her ear. "Cum for . Let

feel that pussy squeeze my cock while you fall apart."

She shattered. "EVAN... FUCK"

She scread loudly, body convulsing hard against mine, pussy clamping down in violent spasms, gushing hot and wet around

in thick floods that soaked my groin and the sheets.

I kept thrusting up through it—slowing just enough to draw out every tremor, every pulse, letting her ride the aftershocks until she collapsed against , panting hard, body limp and trembling.

Eleanor panted hard, chest rising and falling, skin flushed and glowing with sweat. She let out a weak, breathless chuckle, voice hoarse from all the moaning. "Hey... I was supposed to do the workout. Not you."

I grinned, still buried deep inside her, hips giving one slow, lazy roll just to make her whimper again. "Well, I also drank a milkshake."

She laughed—soft, shaky—then pushed herself up on shaky arms, tits swaying as she lifted off

with a wet sound. My cock slipped free, glistening, still rock-hard and throbbing against my stomach. She looked down at it, licked her lips, then glanced back at

with that playful, half-exhausted smirk.

"Fair point," she said, voice low. "But now... let

do the work."

She climbed off

completely, turned around so her back faced , ass toward my face—round, full, cheeks still faintly pink from earlier slaps. She straddled

reverse, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of my hips, reached back with one hand to steady my cock, and sank down slowly—taking

inch by inch until her ass rested flush against my pelvis, pussy swallowing

completely.

I groaned deep in my throat, hands imdiately flying to her hips. "Fuck... yeah... just like that..."

She started riding—slow at first, lifting her hips high so I could watch my cock slide almost all the way out, her pussy lips clinging to the shaft, then dropping back down hard, ass slapping against

with a sharp, wet crack. The sound echoed in the room—filthy, rhythmic—her ass jiggling every ti she bottod out, cheeks rippling, the faint red marks from earlier slaps blooming brighter with each impact.

I slapped her right cheek—firm, the flesh bouncing under my palm. "Goddamn... look at this ass... bouncing like that while you fuck yourself on my cock... so fucking hot, baby..."

She moaned, picking up speed—hips rolling faster, dropping harder, pussy gripping

tight with every descent. Her back arched, spine curving beautifully, hair spilling down her back in dark waves, swaying with every bounce. From this angle I could see everything—her pussy stretched wide around my shaft, juices coating , dripping down my balls, soaking the sheets beneath us. Her ass cheeks spread slightly every ti she sank down, giving

a perfect view of my cock disappearing inside her.

"Fuck—Evan—your cock feels so good..." she gasped, voice breaking on every downward slam. "Filling

up... stretching ... love riding you like this..."

I slapped her left cheek—harder this ti—watching the red flare, the jiggle travel through her flesh. "That’s it... ride

harder... show

how much you want it..."

She moaned louder, hips snapping faster—lifting almost all the way off, then slamming down, grinding her clit against my base on every descent. Her ass slapped against my thighs in sharp, wet cracks, the sound mixing with her moans and my grunts. I reached up, grabbed both her ass cheeks—squeezing hard, spreading them wide so I could watch my cock slide in and out, her hole stretched tight around , rim clinging on every withdraw.

"God—look at that pussy... taking every inch... so wet... so tight..." I growled, slapping her ass again—rapid-fire on both cheeks now, alternating, making her cry out every ti. "You love getting slapped while you ride , don’t you? Ass turning red... pussy gushing... fuck, baby, you’re killing ..."

"Yes—fuck—slap —harder—" she panted, voice shaking, hips never slowing. "I love it... love your hands on ... your cock inside ... fuck—Evan—"

I slapped her ass again—hard, the crack loud—and she moaned, pussy clenching tight around , walls fluttering wildly. I could feel her building—her moans turning higher, breath shorter, hips stuttering as she chased the edge.

"Evan—I’m—close—again—" she gasped, voice cracking.

I gripped her hips tighter, thrusting up to et her drops—hard, deep, slamming into her with every bounce. "Cum for , baby... let

feel that pussy squeeze my cock... soak

again... co on..."

She let out a strangled, high-pitched cry. "EVAN— I’M... I’M CUMMING... FUCK, FUUUCK!"

Her whole body seized as if struck by lightning. Her pussy locked down on

in fierce, stuttering pulses, walls spasming in erratic, hungry waves that felt like they were trying to pull

deeper and push

out at the sa ti. A sudden, forceful rush of wetness surged around my cock—hot, slick, almost violent—spilling out in thick, ssy spurts that drenched my groin, ran in rivulets down my balls, and puddled beneath us on the sheets.

Her hips jerked in short, helpless bucks, ass trembling against my pelvis like it couldn’t decide whether to grind down or lift away.

The orgasm dragged on longer than the others—her pussy kept fluttering and squeezing in irregular, greedy spasms, milking

even as the intensity started to ebb. When it finally began to fade, she collapsed back against the sheets like her strings had been cut—limp, shuddering, chest heaving in ragged bursts, skin flushed from her throat to her thighs, a fine sheen of sweat making her glow in the low light.

I groaned, the feeling overwhelming—her pussy clamping, gushing, milking —pushing

dangerously close. My cock throbbed hard inside her, balls tight, pleasure spiking sharp and hot. But I wasn’t ready to cum yet.

I slowed my thrusts—deep, grinding rolls—letting her ride out the aftershocks, pussy still fluttering weakly around .

She collapsed forward slightly, panting hard, body trembling. "Fuck... Evan... that was..."

I smirked, hands sliding up her back, then down to squeeze her ass again. "You’re not done yet."

I caught the door creaking open just a crack.

Minne stood there in the hallway shadow, skirt already bunched in one fist, the other hand working furiously between her thighs. Her panties were shoved to the side, fingers slick and frantic as she stared straight into the room—at us.

A slow grin spread across my face.

I brought my palm down hard on Eleanor’s ass. The crack echoed. "Co on, get up."

Eleanor slid off

with a soft whimper, knees hitting the mattress, then the floor. I followed, standing.

I bent one knee, hooked my arms under her thighs, and lifted. She wrapped her legs around my waist instantly, ankles locking at the small of my back. Her breasts flattened against my chest, nipples hard little points scraping my skin with every breath. I reached down with my free hand, lined myself up, and sank back inside her in one smooth thrust. She gasped into my neck.

Then I started walking straight toward the door.

Minne’s fingers sped up the mont she realized what I was doing. Her eyes were wide, glassy, locked on the place where my cock disappeared into Eleanor over and over.

I kept fucking Eleanor as I closed the distance, each step driving

deeper. Her arms tightened around my shoulders, face buried against the side of my neck so she couldn’t see the hallway. She had no idea we had an audience.

When I was close enough, I slamd in balls-deep and held there for a long second. Then I pulled out completely—slow, obscene, letting my wet cock hang free in the air between us.

Minne and I locked eyes through the narrow gap.

She knew exactly what I wanted.