The Heart System

Chapter 727: Chapter 727

So much harder that the desk actually started sliding toward the wall with every powerful thrust. Carrie screamed, a raw, broken sound that was half pleasure and half pain. It started as a high-pitched cry that cracked in her throat, then turned into a deep, guttural moan as the overwhelming sensation of being stretched and filled so completely hit her all at once. Her voice echoed in the small motel room, raw and desperate, as if she couldn’t decide whether to beg me to stop or to fuck her even harder.

”AGHHH... EVAN!”

My cock slammed into her tight asshole, stretching her open with each deep thrust. The wet, filthy sounds of my hips slapping against her ass mixed with the creaking of the desk as it scraped across the floor. I was pounding her so hard that her whole body jolted forward with every impact, her heavy tits swinging wildly beneath her as she gripped the edge of the desk for dear life.

I began slapping her ass so much that it bloomed red, the skin turning a bright, angry shade with every hard smack. Each slap left a handprint that quickly faded into the overall glow of her ass, the flesh rippling and jiggling from the force.

I then wrapped my arm around her throat and pulled her back against my chest, holding her in a firm but not choking grip. Carrie went wild. She started pushing her ass back at me hard, meeting my thrusts in the middle. The slap sounds filled the room as our bodies collided violently. Carrie was basically half screaming half growling, her voice raw and animalistic.

”YES! YES! YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!” she screamed, her body shaking as she pushed back against me with everything she had.

”Mother!” Tom’s voice was frantic on the speaker, completely horrified.

”SHUT UP! GO HARDER EVAN! PLEASE! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!” Carrie cried out, her voice breaking as she begged me.

I slapped her ass again, the sound sharp and loud, then pulled her by the hair and began giving her hickies, sucking hard on her neck and shoulder. ”You fucking slut. You fucking whore!”

”EVAN I’M... I’M... OH... EVAN... UUGHNNN...”

She broke.

Her whole body convulsed violently. Her asshole clenched around my cock like a vice, squeezing me with powerful, rhythmic spasms as she came with a loud, broken scream. Her juices gushed around my shaft, soaking my balls and the floor beneath us.

I kept thrusting through her orgasm, drawing it out as long as I could. ”Good girl... cum on my cock while your step-son listens. Let him hear what a slut his mother is.”

When her orgasm finally started to fade, Carrie was left panting, her body limp against the desk.

The knock came again on the door. Lilac’s calm voice came through. ”I thought I said silently, Mister. Please, some of us need to work instead of having a good fuck like that.” Then she chuckled softly.

I smirked. ”Oh, this fucking slut.”

I pulled out of Carrie’s ass with a wet plop, my cock still rock hard and glistening with her juices. I lifted her up by the legs, her thick thighs wrapping around my waist as her big, soft tits pressed against my chest. She gasped at the sudden movement, her arms wrapping around my neck for support.

I walked toward the door, carrying her easily. I pressed her back against the door, holding her up in the air as I lined up my cock with her asshole. I pushed the head against her tight ring and thrust upward, sinking into her. Carrie moaned loudly as I filled her ass again, her back pressed against the door.

I began pushing and pulling, fucking her hard while holding her in the air. I pushed to the hilt, making the door creak loudly with every powerful thrust. Then I pulled out slowly, almost all the way, before slamming back in hard. The rhythm was brutal, slow pull out, hard slam in. The door rattled with every impact, the wood groaning under the force.

”Fuck... you’re so deep,” Carrie moaned loudly, her voice echoing in the hallway. ”It hurts... but don’t stop... I love it when you fuck me like this...”

Lilac exhaled on the other side of the door, then walked back to her room, muttering something about ”noisy neighbors.”

Carrie and I kissed deeply, our tongues tangling as I kept pounding her ass. The kiss was messy and desperate, her moans vibrating against my mouth as I fucked her harder. The door continued to creak and rattle with every thrust, the sound loud enough that anyone in the hallway could hear it.

”It hurts... but I like it when you fuck my ass like that,” Carrie whispered against my lips, her voice trembling. ”I like being a slut for you... I love how you use me... how you take what you want...”

I smiled against her mouth, our lips still brushing as I kept thrusting, driving my cock into her tight ass with long, punishing strokes. Each plunge made her body jolt, her walls clenching greedily around me. ”That’s my good girl,” I said low in her ear. ”Taking every inch of my cock in that greedy little ass like the filthy cumslut you were born to be. You fucking crave this, don’t you? Being used like a dirty whore behind your husband’s back?”

”Yes... I love it...” Carrie gasped, her voice breaking into a needy whine. ”I love being your slut... fuck me harder... please, don’t stop!”

I walked us back toward the bed without pulling out, still buried balls-deep in her ass, her legs trembling around my waist. Only when we reached the edge did I ease out of her, watching her hole flutter from the sudden emptiness. I tossed the phone onto the mattress beside her, the screen still lit.

”Get on all fours.”

She obeyed instantly, dropping onto her hands and knees, arching her back and pushing that perfect ass toward me like an offering. Her pussy glistened, swollen and dripping.