The Heart System

Chapter 645

I pulled my dick out of her ass with a loud, wet pop. Penelope let out a sharp gasp at the sudden emptiness. But I didn’t give her time to breathe. I grabbed her by the ankles and dragged her backward across the floor, her stomach scraping against the wood until she was positioned right at the base of the heavy, single-seater couch.

”Get up,” I commanded, delivering a heavy, stinging slap across her bare ass cheek that left an instant, bright-red mark. ”Put those fake tits on the cushions. Now.”

She chuckled, a ragged, breathless sound, but she scrambled to obey. She dragged her upper body onto the cushion of the couch, her elbows digging in while her waist hung off the edge, her bare ass lifted high in the air, completely exposed and trembling. Her hotpants were tangled around one ankle, and her soaked tank top was twisted around her armpits.

I stepped up right behind her, locking my hands onto her hips. Without a single drop of warning, I lined myself up with her tight, flushed opening and drove my cock back inside her ass in one brutal, unyielding thrust.

”OH FUCK!” Penelope screamed, her head slamming down into the couch cushion. Her hands flew forward, clawing deep into the fabric of the sofa as her internal muscles clamped down around me like a vice. The sheer tightness was unbelievable, the raw friction causing a wave of intense pleasure to shoot straight up my spine.

”You like talking big, Pen,” I said, pulling back to the very tip before slamming back inside, my pelvis crashing against her cheeks with a loud, fleshy smack. ”Let’s see how long you can keep that mouth running when I’m bottoming out in your spine.”

”Fuck... yes! Do it, you idiot!” she shrieked, her voice muffled by the cushion but still filled with that stubborn defiance. ”Harder! Stop pacing yourself like a fucking virgin and smash me!”

Smash me? Now I liked that.

I picked up the speed, driving into her with a heavy rhythm that shook the entire couch. Every time I plunged forward, her body shifted forward into the cushions, and every time I pulled back, I yanked her by the hips to meet my stroke. The wet, messy sounds of the friction filled the small living room, drowning out the audio from the porn still playing on the television. I reached around her waist, my fingers digging deep into her lower stomach, pressing down hard to force her walls even tighter against my shaft.

”You’re just a broken little toy right now,” I muttered, leaning over her back so my chest was flattening her against the couch. I reached up and grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head backward at an unnatural angle. ”Look at the TV. Look at what’s happening to that girl. That’s you right now. You’re just a dirty little slut taking it on the floor on your birthday.”

Penelope’s eyes shot to the screen, watching the extreme display, and her breathing hitched. A dark, intense flush spread across her chest and neck. ”I’m... nothing like her... ah! Fuck, Evan, you’re hitting it... right there! Yes... ugh, fuck. Fuck.”

”You’re exactly like her,” I countered coldly, tightening my grip on her hair and pulling harder until she let out a whimpering cry. ”You’re taking it raw, you’re getting bruised up, and you love every single second of it. Say it, Pen. Tell me you’re my dirty little birthday girl.”

She bit her lower lip so hard a tiny drop of blood appeared, her eyes glaring back at me through her tangled hair. ”Go to hell... you prick... ah! Oh god, fuck!”

I didn’t argue with her. Instead, I shifted my weight, pulling my dick out of her ass and immediately forcing her around. I grabbed her shoulders and flipped her onto her back right there on the floor, her legs dangling awkwardly over the bottom of the couch. I dropped between her thighs, pinning her wrists over her head with one hand, using my entire weight to keep her trapped against the hard floor.

I lined myself up with her soaking wet cunt this time, which was dripping down her thighs from the sheer intensity of her arousal. I shoved inside her with a rough, heavy plunge.

Penelope arched her back, a loud, broken wail escaping her lips as I filled her completely. The change in sensation was immediate; her front was incredibly slick, hot, and hyper-sensitive from her previous climax. I began to pump into her fast and hard, the skin of my groin slapping against her vulva with a chaotic, driving force.

”Look at you,” I panted, staring down into her wild eyes. ”You’re completely soaked. You’re a mess, Pen. A complete mess.”

With my free hand, I reached down and grabbed her throat again, applying just enough steady pressure to restrict her breath, forcing her to focus entirely on the sensation of my cock stretching her walls. Her eyes widened, the dangerous, dominant spark in them finally fracturing into pure, unadulterated lust. Her chest heaved against mine, her nipples rubbing against my bare skin as I drove myself into her over and over.

”Fuck... Evan...” she choked out, her fingers twitching against my grip over her head. ”F-fuck me... break me...”

”Say it,” I commanded, leaning down until my lips were brushing against her ear, my hips never slowing down for a fraction of a second. ”Tell me who owns this tight little cunt right now.”

She thrashed beneath me, her hips rolling frantically against mine as she tried to match the brutal pace, her internal walls contracting around me in a desperate, chaotic rhythm. She was building up again, the intense stimulation of the rough treatment and the lack of breath pushing her straight toward a massive breaking point.

”You... you do, you fucking bastard!” she screamed out, completely abandoning her pride as the pleasure overwhelmed her brain. ”It’s yours! Just put it deeper! Please!”

”Good girl.”