The Heart System Nov Chapter 445

Chapter 445: Chapter 445

I closed the door behind

and exhaled slowly, running a hand through my damp hair. I peeled off my soaked jacket, hung it on the rack near the entrance, and walked toward the living room. The apartnt was dark, curtains drawn tight, only faint slivers of city light sneaking through the edges. Mik was sprawled across one of the couches. I couldn’t tell if she was asleep or just pretending because of the low light, but she didn’t move when I entered.

I dropped onto the single couch opposite her, arm resting on the armrest, palm covering my face. Damn... what a day. First those disgusting videos, then Mana showing up out of nowhere like so nightmare ex. My head felt like it was stuffed with wet cotton, too many thoughts, none of them quiet.

"I need a damn break," I muttered to the empty room.

Mik stirred. She stretched long and slow, arching her back, then padded over without a sound. She hopped up beside , circled once, and settled with her head on my thigh. Her purring started imdiately, deep, steady vibrations that traveled through my leg. I scratched behind her ears, then rubbed her belly in lazy circles. My eyes drifted to the ceiling. I was bone-tired, but sleep wasn’t going to co easy. Not with all this shit rattling around in my skull.

I gave Mik one last pet and eased her head off my lap carefully so I didn’t wake her fully. Then I stood and walked to the balcony doors. I pulled the curtain aside just enough to look out. Rain streaked the glass, blurring the city lights. Preparations for New Year’s were already visible—strings of red and gold lights draped across buildings, faint fireworks testing in the distance. It looked almost peaceful from up here. A far cry from the pawnshop view I used to have back in the old place.

From the hallway, Tessa’s door cracked open. I turned.

She peeked out, hair ssy, eyes half-lidded. "Been texting you for like five minutes. Check your damn phone."

"Broke my phone." I lied smoothly. "Sorry."

"Broke?" She shook her head, unimpressed. "Anyway. Co here. Is Mik still sleeping?"

"Yeah," I said as I walked toward her. "Sleeping like a... cat."

"Wow. Cody gold."

I followed her down the corridor and into her room. She closed the door behind us with a soft click.

Tessa was wearing a black lace nightgown—thin straps over her shoulders, deep V-neck that plunged between her breasts, sheer fabric that clung to her curves and ended mid-thigh. A matching garter belt hugged her hips, black straps snapping against the tops of her thighs where they connected to lace-top stockings. The whole thing looked like it was designed to be taken off slowly, piece by piece.

"Holy shit," I muttered.

She turned on her heels in the middle of the room and slapped her own ass once—sharp crack that echoed. Then she sat on the edge of the bed and crossed her legs slowly, deliberately. The motion pulled the nightgown higher, revealing everything. Her pussy was bare, lips already glistening in the low light.

"You seem troubled," she said, leaning back on her hands. The position pushed her chest forward. "What’s wrong?"

"Just... the phone." I lied again. "I’m sad about it."

"Well, that thing was old anyway. And now you have shit ton of money." She tilted her head. "You can always buy one."

"I guess you’re right."

I walked to the bed and sat beside her. Before I could settle, Tessa lunged. She grabbed

by the back of the neck and yanked

backward. We both fell onto the mattress—her on top, straddling my waist. She hugged

from the side, one leg thrown over mine, thigh pressing warm against my hip.

Tessa leaned close to my ear, breath hot. "You can fuck my ass tonight if you want, handso."

"Oh?" I smiled despite everything. "Don’t threaten

with a good ti."

I slid one arm around her waist. Squeezed her ass—firm, full, yielding under my fingers. Then I gave it a small slap. She gasped softly, hips rocking forward once.

My hand drifted lower. Found her asshole. I pressed one finger against the tight ring—slow circles first, then pushed inside. She moaned low in her throat, body arching into .

I kissed her, deep, lazy. Tongues sliding together while I fingered her ass gently. In and out. Slow rhythm. She rocked against my hand, moaning into my mouth.

We stayed like that for a long ti. Lying there lazily. My finger buried in her ass. Her leg draped over mine. Kissing slow and sloppy. No rush. No hurry.

Just the two of us.

For the first ti all day, my head finally quieted.

"I bet you missed this," Tessa whispered against my lips, then kissed

again—slow, deep, tongue sliding in like she was claiming every inch of my mouth. "You. ."

"And your ass." I smiled, pushing my finger deeper into her tight heat. She clenched around , a quiet shudder running through her body.

Tessa moaned softly, voice muffled against my mouth. "Mmh... put two fingers."

I obliged. My index and middle finger slid in together slowly, stretching her further. Her body tensed for a split second, adjusting, then relaxed as she kissed

again. I loved seeing Tessa like this. Completely surrendered. Outside, she was all sharp edges—tough, sarcastic, always ready with a coback. But here? She lted for . Tad. Open. Mine.

My cock hardened fully in my pants. I groaned low in my throat. Tessa felt it. She leaned down, fingers working my belt open, then my zipper. I lifted my hips so she could tug my pants and boxers down. My dick sprang fre, thick, throbbing, already leaking. She took a shaky breath, eyes fixed on it. Her warm hand wrapped around the tip, index finger tracing up and down the slit, spreading the precum until her finger glistened.

"Look at you," she murmured. "Hard as a rock." She smiled, slow and wicked. "You really missed , huh?"

"Of course I did." I pulled her closer and kissed her again, hungry this ti. "I love everything about you."

"Started doing squats," she said with a grin. "Taking lessons from Kayla."

"I kinda noticed." My hands slid down to grip her ass. "Your ass looks... fucking incredible."

She pushed herself tighter against , lips brushing my ear. "Put three fingers in."

I shifted closer. Added my ring finger, slow push. The ring gave way with a little resistance, then swallowed all three. She moaned louder now, hips rocking back to et my hand.

I began moving them slowly, gentle in-and-out thrusts. Each push drew a quiet, needy sound from her throat. I could sll her minty breath on my lips, feel her legs shifting restlessly, her feet warm and smooth against my calf. Fuck, she was so sexy.

Her ass started moving in small circles around my fingers. Her pussy ground against my thigh—wet, slick, leaving ssy trails on my skin and the sheets. I used to think she didn’t like anal play much, but she was used to it now. Comfortable. Eager. And that fact made

happier than it probably should have.

"You want to fuck , don’t you?" she whispered, eyes locked on mine. "You want to bend

over and put your throbbing cock inside my tight asshole."

"I do." I groaned, kissing her hard.

She wrapped her hand around my shaft and began jerking

off—slow, firm strokes. "I want you too," she continued. "I want to feel your dick inside . I want you to cum in my asshole."

"Fuck, Tessa."

"Your cock is so fucking hard," she said, stopping at the base and giving it a light squeeze. "Look at that."

"Oh..."

She rolled onto her side, then climbed fully on top of . Her weight settled—warm, perfect—my dick trapped between her thighs, throbbing against her wet pussy. I held her by the waist with both hands. We kissed again, deeper, ssier. I slid three fingers back into her ass, the ring opening easily now. She moaned into my mouth.

She started moving, ass and thighs sliding along my length in a perfect thighjob. I could feel her wetness coating

every ti she rocked forward, leaving slick marks on my skin.

We kissed again. With my free hand I squeezed her ass hard, then gave it a light smack. She moaned low, kissed

hungrier, more desperate. Her movents sped up—thighs gripping tighter, sliding faster, giving

the most obscene thighjob I’d ever felt.

"Your precum is all over my legs," she muttered, noses touching. "Bad boy."

"Whose fault is that, I wonder?" I smirked, giving her ass another light smack.

I sped up my fingers inside her—faster thrusts now. Her moaning intensified. Kisses turned sloppy, desperate. My cock throbbed under her touch, leaking more with every rub, the wet sounds filling the room.

She released my shaft suddenly and rose up on her knees, standing above

on the mattress. She turned her back to , bent forward slightly—the tip of my dick brushing her asshole.

"Look at that," she purred, glancing back as my cock twitched hard. "Twitching like crazy."

"Sit on it," I moaned.

She positioned herself. Grabbed the base of my dick with one hand. Lowered slowly. Her ring resisted for a heartbeat—tight, hot—then gave way. The head popped inside. She moaned, adjusting, then sank lower. Halfway now.