The Heart System

Chapter 104: Chapter 104

I climbed onto the bed, the mattress dipping under my weight, and knelt between her legs. My cock was rock-hard again, veins pulsing, precum beading at the tip as I aimed it at her pussy, the head brushing her wet entrance, her slickness coating me instantly. I thrust in hard, burying myself to the hilt in one stroke, her tight, hot pussy gripping me like a vice, sending a jolt through my oversensitive nerves.

”Fuck!” I grunted, starting to pound her, my hips slamming forward with raw force. The headboard smashed against the wall, jarring her slightly, her head brushing it with each brutal thrust, her messy black hair tangling against the pillow. The bed creaked, the wet slap of our bodies mixing with the rain hammering the windows outside, a storm that matched the chaos in my head.

”You love this, don’t you?” I growled, my hands pinning her thighs wider, spreading her open as I fucked her relentlessly, her pussy clenching around me.

”Yes, Evan!” she moaned, her body rocking with my thrusts, her tits bouncing, her eyes wild with that obsessive fire. ”Fuck me harder! I’m yours—fuck this pussy! Yes, YES!” Her voice was raw, her hands clawing at the sheets, knuckles white, her thighs trembling as I drove into her, the headboard banging louder, threatening to crack the wall.

Her words lit a fire in me, my cock hypersensitive from cumming in her ass just minutes ago, every slide through her slick, tight walls sending electric shocks up my spine. I leaned forward, my hands sliding to her hips, gripping her soft flesh, pulling her into each thrust, her pussy swallowing me whole. ”You’re so fucking wet for me,” I rasped, my voice thick with lust, hips slamming harder. ”Taking my cock like you were made for it, you desperate little whore.”

”Yes... YES!” she cried, her voice shaking, her body arching off the bed, her nails digging into the sheets as she pushed back against me, meeting every thrust. ”I need you, Evan! Fuck me deeper! Fill me up!” Her pussy was dripping, slick coating my cock, running down my balls, soaking the already-ruined sheets, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room.

I grabbed her ankles, lifting her legs higher, spreading her wider, her pussy opening up for me as I pounded deeper, the angle making her gasp. ”Look at you,” I said, my voice rough, my hips relentless. ”Spread open, begging for my dick after sneaking in here, watching me jerk off. You’re fucking insatiable.”

”Oh, fuck. Fuck! Please!” she whimpered, her eyes locked on mine, glassy and crazed, saliva glistening at the corner of her mouth. ”I’m yours, Evan! Fuck me forever!” Her body trembled, her pussy clenching tighter, but she didn’t cum, her focus entirely on me, on taking every inch I gave her.

My cock was too sensitive, the pressure building fast, my balls tightening as I slammed into her, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge. ”Shit, Cora,” I groaned, my pace faltering, hips jerking erratically. ”You’re gonna make me cum again, you’re too fucking tight.”

”Do it!” she begged, her voice frantic, her hips bucking to meet me. ”Cum in me, Evan! I need your cum! Fill my pussy! Fill my cunt, Evan!” Her eyes were wild, her lips parted, her obsession laid bare as she stared up at me like I was her entire world.

I was right there, my cock pulsing, ready to explode. I tried to pull out, not wanting to cum inside her pussy, not wanting to deal with whatever consequences that might bring. But Cora moved fast, her legs snapping around my waist, locking me in place, her thighs strong despite her thin frame. She gave an awkward, creepy chuckle, her nails digging into my back, holding me deep inside her.

”Cora, what the—” I started, but it was too late. The pressure hit, and I groaned, my cock throbbing as I came, hot ropes of cum flooding her pussy, her tight walls milking every drop. ”Fuck!” I grunted, my hips jerking, unable to pull out as she kept me locked in, her legs a vice, sensitivity making the orgasm intense, almost painful, my body shaking as I emptied into her.

”Heh-heh-heh...”

”Shit...” I muttered, collapsing onto my elbows over her, chest heaving, sweat dripping from my forehead. ”You... you are...”

”Your cum... inside me...” Cora chuckled, that awkward, unhinged edge in her voice, her eyes half-lidded but still burning with obsession. ”Feels so good.”

I stayed there for a moment, my breath ragged, my cock still twitching inside her, her pussy clenching around me, cum leaking out, mixing with her slick, dripping onto the sheets. Shit, shit, shit. I’d listened to my dick instead of my brain, fucked the shit out of her—twice now. Regrets slammed into me, but half my mind was still buzzing from the rush, okay with the chaos, high on the raw intensity of it all.

I dismissed the Sexual Activity screen, telling me how many EXP I got from having sex with her... because I had a bigger problem to focus on.

Cora.

What’s done was done, I knew that. But now I had an obsessive girl in my life, one who’d broken into my house, planted cameras, and was now lying under me, my cum dripping from both her holes.

Just what I needed.

╭────────────────────╮

- Evan Marlowe (Lvl 6)

==========================

- Age: 21

- Height: 180 cm

- Weight: 73 kg

==========================

- EXP: [████▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒] 193/543

╰────────────────────╯

‪‪❤︎‬‪‪❤︎‬‪‪❤︎‬

I knocked on the door, and the second it opened, I threw myself inside, shaking off the rain that clung to my jacket like a second skin. The storm was relentless, pouring down in sheets, a never-ending deluge that didn’t know how to quit. Fuck. But if we wanted to hit the beach and escape this miserable weather, we had to be patient. The weather reports promised it’d clear up in a few days, but looking outside, it was hard to believe.

”My god,” I muttered, peeling off my drenched jacket and shaking my head to flick water from my hair. ”Disgusting weather. I swear.”

”Yeah,” Kim said, leaning against the wall, her arms crossed. ”I think it got even worse today.”

I dropped the grocery bags on the floor, exhaling hard, and yanked off my hoodie, the damp fabric sticking to my skin. The clock on the wall read 10:15 PM. Outside, it was so dark you couldn’t see shit—just rain, rain, and more rain, swallowing everything in a wet, black void. Thank fuck for GPS, because the roads were a looping nightmare of trees, greenery, and more trees, all blending together in the dark. I’d have been lost without it.

I’d also changed the lock on my house. Installed a security camera too, hooked up to my phone. If anyone—say, a certain obsessive stalker named Cora—set foot in my place again, I’d get a notification instantly. Setup was stupidly easy, just needed Wi-Fi. After what went down with her, I wasn’t taking chances.

”I still don’t know why you rushed to the city,” Kim said, grabbing a couple of the grocery bags. ”You could’ve eaten first, then got what we needed.”

I picked up the rest of the bags, following her to the kitchen. ”It’s fine. You guys leave any pizza for me?”

”Only four slices,” Tessa called from the couch, her eyes glued to the TV. ”Hope you’re not starving.”

”Yep,” Jasmine added from the other couch, smirking. ”You worked us hard, Evan. We needed to refuel.”

I set the bags on the kitchen counter, shaking my head with a half-smile. Tessa and Jasmine were sprawled on the couches, watching the news, the TV casting flickering light across the room. Kim stayed with me, rummaging through the bags, pulling out groceries.

”These go in the freezer,” Kim said, handing me a pack of chicken breast.

I opened the freezer door, sliding it in. ”Yup.”

”How was the city?” she asked, passing me two packs of chicken wings.

”Bad,” I said, stacking the wings in the freezer. ”Traffic jam bored me to death.”

”Yeah, I bet,” she said, sorting through the rest of the bags.

I slid the last pack of chicken into the freezer, closing the door with a thud. Kim glanced over, tossing a bag of frozen peas onto the counter. ”Wanna watch a movie with us?”

”Sure,” I said, grabbing the plate of cold pizza from the counter—four slices, just like Tessa said. I took a bite, the cheese chewy but still good.

Kim nodded toward a blanket draped near the fireplace, its edges warmed by the flickering flames. ”My idea,” she said with a grin. ”Figured you’d want a warm blanket after braving that storm.”

”My favorite neighbor,” I said, shooting her a smirk.

”Hey, you hear that, next-door neighbor Jasmine?” Kim called, her voice teasing. ”I guess I’m the new favorite here now, huh?”

Jasmine giggled from the couch, waving a hand dismissively without looking away from the news. ”Yeah, yeah, keep dreaming, Kim.”