The Heart System Nov Chapter 41

Chapter 41: Chapter 41

I walked out, exhaling smoke as soon as the door closed behind . Flicked the lighter, lit up a cigarette, and dialed Ivy. She lived just outside the city, in one of those so-called "gated communities." Always made

laugh, like she was part of so suburban cult.

She picked up on the second ring. "Yellow?"

"Hey, Ivy. What’s up?"

"Feeling bad," she said without missing a beat. "Because you charged

double when I got gas for my car."

"Yeah, after you broke two beer bottles and our fire exit sign," I shot back. "Wonder why."

"Oh... right." She chuckled. "Totally forgot about that."

"Anyway, I need your help." I took a long drag, exhaling smoke through my nose. "You’ve gotta... make a friend. Then convince her to get a massage."

"Oookay," she said slowly. "Is that friend a woman, and the masseur is you?"

"Yes."

"Are you serious? Evan, am I about to beco an accessory to date rape? You that desperate, huh?"

"Jesus on a stick," I groaned. "No. Nothing like that. I’ll explain later. Just... trust

this one ti, alright?"

She sighed dramatically. "Fine. Who’s the girl, and where am I sending her?"

"Na’s Kayla. She works at a coffee shop. I’ll text you the address. Tell her you’ve got a discount at Velouria Retreat."

That caught her off guard. "Velouria Retreat? No way. Don’t tell

you actually work for them now?"

"Yep," I lied without hesitation. I sure as hell wasn’t about to admit I’d been fired for fucking a client. "I’m counting on you, Ivy."

"Fine, fine," she relented. "Send

fifty bucks for taxi money."

"You have a car, you stingy asswipe," I said. "And fifty bucks? What, you planning to rent a private jet? You Taylor Swift now?"

"Bite . Send the fifty. Bye."

The line cut off with a chirp, leaving

shaking my head. "Guess Richard can cover that. His ss, his money."

I dropped the butt of my cigarette, crushed it under my heel, and blew out the last of the smoke. Now... all we had to do was wait.

It wouldn’t be solved in a day. But with Ivy’s silver tongue, hell, maybe tomorrow Kayla would be on a massage table. And when that happened? She’d beg

to make her cum, thanks to that oil of course, but I’d hold back. Not until she agreed to help with ndy.

"Alright," I muttered, slipping my hands into my pockets. "Ti to play the waiting ga."

—

Well, I used a bit of the oil to make Kim cum. And it was worth it. I guess with how many points I put into my stats, I didn’t need to pour all the damn oil now. Huh... I was learning the ropes.

Kim’s legs wrapped around

greedily, one hooked high over my shoulder so I could slam deeper, the other stretched back and pressing her bare foot down onto Tom’s head. He was flat on the floor, blindfold tight, ball gag muffling every choked sound. Her heel ground into the back of his skull like she was pinning him there on purpose, reminding him where he belonged.

I leaned in, kissing her hard, swallowing her moans. She tasted desperate, her tongue slick with need, her body vibrating against . The oil had her pussy clenching in wild pulses, every thrust sending spasms through her.

"Evan," she gasped, breaking the kiss, nails dragging down my chest. "Oh god—what the fuck is this? I can’t stop—fuck—I can’t stop shaking. You... keep... making

cum!"

I grinned, thrusting harder, making her tits bounce against my chest. "Special trick. You like it?"

She moaned, eyes half-rolled, then twisted her lips into a smirk. Her toes dug harder into Tom’s head. "Like it? I’m losing my mind. And he—" she spat the word, glaring down at him "—he’s listening. My boyfriend. Useless. Never once made

gush like this."

Her body stiffened, nails sinking into . She threw her head back with a scream. "Ohhh fuck—I’m cumming!"

Her cunt clenched violently, rippling around , soaking my cock as she shuddered. Hot liquid spilled down between her thighs, dripping onto Tom’s hair. She convulsed against , leg quivering on my shoulder, eyes glassy with bliss.

I growled, holding her hips steady, pounding her through it. "That’s one."

Kim laughed breathlessly, voice cracked. "One. You actually counted. Oh god—you’re not gonna stop, are you?"

I slamd into her harder, making her whimper. "Not until you’re ruined."

Her whole body jerked with each thrust, her heel grinding Tom’s head deeper into the floor. "Hear that, Tom?" she moaned down at him, voice dripping venom. "He’s gonna ruin —sothing you never had the balls to do. You were too scared to even try anal, rember? Evan doesn’t ask. He takes. And I fucking love it."

She moaned louder, clinging to , sweat rolling down her flushed skin. "You should’ve been a man, Tom. Instead, you let

waste years. And now... ohhh god... now I belong to Evan."

Her pussy fluttered again, building fast. I felt it—her whole body tightening like a bowstring, the oil amplifying every nerve ending. She thrashed, pulling

closer, biting my lip.

"I’m—ohhh shit, I’m cumming again!" she scread. Her cunt clamped down like a vice, pulsing in waves. She drenched , juices running down to Tom’s chest, her body trembling violently as orgasm ripped through her.

I held her, fucking her through every spasm, refusing to let up. Her nails tore at my back, her moans breaking into sobs of pleasure.

"That’s two," I growled against her ear.

Kim was gasping, almost crying, overwheld by the sensations. But her eyes still glimred with cruel delight as she looked down at Tom. Her toes curled against his head, grinding harder. "Did you hear that, Tom? Two orgasms... back to back. Evan’s cock, not yours. You never even gave

one. You’re nothing. Nothing but a little toy under my foot."

I kissed her again, rough and ssy, tasting her desperation. Her body writhed against mine, still trembling from the aftershocks.

"Evan..." she whispered between gasps, voice ragged, pleading. "Don’t stop. Please. I don’t care if I break—I want more. I want him to hear

cum until he hates himself."

I tightened my grip on her ass, still driving into her rcilessly. "Then you’ll get more."

Her laugh was half-moan, half-sob, drunk on the ecstasy. "God... I’m yours. You hear , Tom? I’m his now. His slut. His whore. The girlfriend you thought was yours is cumming her brains out on another man’s cock—and I never want to stop."

Her voice cracked into another moan as I slamd deep again, her pussy milking

like it was desperate for every drop. And I still hadn’t finished.

"I’m gonna fuck your ass," I growled, my voice low against her ear.

Kim’s eyes widened, her body trembling against mine. She wasn’t resisting—not even close. Instead, her lips curved into a filthy smile, her breath hot on my face. "Oh god... yes. Do it. Show him what a real man does."

I grabbed her by the waist, pushing her forward until she sprawled across Tom’s back. He groaned through the ball gag, muffled and pathetic, as her body pressed down on him like he was nothing more than furniture. Kim laughed breathlessly, tilting her head back to look at . Her back was against Tom’s back, her huge fucking tits almost hypnotizing .

"Look at him," she taunted, grinding her dripping cunt down against Tom’s shirt. "Pinned under ... under us. He thought he was my man. But now he’s just my mattress while I get fucked."

I shoved her skirt higher, spreading her legs wide, positioning myself behind her. Her ass was raised, smooth and tight, the perfect view. I spat in my hand, stroking my cock, then lined myself up with her ass. My tip pressed against her, firm but unyielding.

Kim gasped, biting her lip hard. "E-Evan... you’re huge. There’s no way you’ll fit—oh god, Tom, can you feel this? He’s gonna split

open while I’m lying on your back."

I pushed forward, slowly, grinding the head of my cock against her puckered ring. It resisted, clenching tight, refusing to give. She whimpered, fingers digging into Tom’s shoulders as her body trembled.

"Fuck..." I muttered, trying to force it. "You’re clamped shut like a damn vice. You can’t even take ."

Kim moaned at the words, eyes wild. "Yes I can. I’ll take you. I want it—ohhh god, Tom, hear that? I’m begging another man to fuck my ass. You never had the guts. You never even asked. Evan’s cock is too big, and I still want it."

I leaned forward, slipping two fingers into her mouth. She moaned around them, tongue swirling, coating

with thick strands of saliva. When I pulled them out, her lips chased after my hand like she couldn’t get enough. I sared the wetness over my shaft, then spread more across the tight ring of her ass, glistening it with spit.

"Better," I muttered, positioning myself again.