The Heart System - Chapter 228

Chapter 228: Chapter 228
I dove back in, tongue lashing her clit, fingers pumping faster, thumb brushing the sensitive spot just above her entrance. I moved up her body just enough to take one nipple into my mouth, sucking in time with my tongue below, grazing it gently with my teeth.

Her breathing turned into soft, desperate cries—”Master, Master, please—” over and over, higher and needier each time.

I curled my fingers harder, sucked her clit between my lips, and fluttered my tongue fast and relentless.

That broke her.

Minne’s whole body went stiff, thighs clamping around my head, back arching clear off the mattress. A long, shaky cry tore out of her as she came, hard, pussy pulsing wildly around my fingers, fresh wetness coating my hand and chin. I kept licking gently, drawing it out until she was trembling, oversensitive, pushing weakly at my shoulders with little whimpers.

I finally eased off, pressing soft kisses to the inside of her thigh, her hip, her stomach, working my way up until I was hovering over her flushed, dazed face. She was glowing, eyes glassy, lips parted.

I brushed a strand of hair from her cheek and smiled.

“Feel better now, baby?”

Minne nodded, still catching her breath, then reached up, wrapped her arms around my neck, and pulled me down into a soft, grateful kiss that tasted like her and felt like home.

Minne’s chest was still fluttering with tiny aftershocks, skin glowing with a faint sheen of sweat, when she looked up at me through half-lidded eyes.

“Now it’s Master’s turn to feel better,” she whispered, voice soft and shy, but the hunger underneath was unmistakable.

I gave her a slow, wicked smile and stood just long enough to kick my jeans and boxers away. My cock sprang free, thick and aching, the head already glistening with pre-cum. I crawled back onto the bed, knelt between her spread thighs, and leaned forward until my shaft rested heavy and burning-hot across her soft belly. A fat bead of pre-cum leaked out instantly, painting a shiny trail over her skin.

Minne’s small hands were on me in seconds. Delicate fingers wrapped around the swollen head, her index finger tracing slow, teasing circles through the slickness, spreading it, feeling how hot and hard I was for her. She bit her lower lip, cheeks flushed scarlet, eyes wide with that perfect mix of nerves and excitement.

Then, without a word, she hooked her hands behind her own knees and pulled her legs back until they were almost pressed to her shoulders. The movement opened her completely, her soaked, puffy pussy and tight little pink asshole completely exposed, glistening under the bedroom light. She held herself there, offering everything, trembling just a little.

I gripped the base of my cock, lined up, and pushed.

One long, smooth thrust and I sank into her to the root. Minne’s back arched clear off the bed, a sweet, broken cry spilling from her lips as her walls fluttered and milked me in rhythmic pulses.

“Fuck, baby,” I groaned, holding perfectly still for a heartbeat just to feel her squeeze. “I’m talking to Jasmine tonight. Gonna get you all oiled up and ready for me, because tomorrow I’m sliding into this perfect little ass,” I said, brushing my thumb in a slow circle around her untouched hole.

Minne’s eyes flew open even wider. “M-my… ass?” The word came out half-shocked, half-moan, but her pussy clenched so hard around my cock I almost saw stars.

I leaned down and kissed her, deep, filthy, swallowing every little gasp, then trailed my mouth lower, catching one small, stiff nipple between my teeth. I sucked hard while I started to move.

Slow at first. Long, deep strokes that dragged every inch of me against her sensitive walls. Each time I bottomed out she let out the sweetest sound, half sigh, half whimper, her fingers digging into my shoulders like she was afraid I’d disappear.

“You feel so fucking good, Minne,” I rasped against her skin, hips rolling in a steady rhythm. “This tight little pussy was made to take Master’s cock, wasn’t it?”

“Y-yes, Master,” she panted, nodding frantically, voice trembling. “Only for you… always only for you…”

I picked up speed, hips snapping harder, the bedframe creaking in protest. Her small tits bounced with every thrust, nipples hard and pink and begging for attention. I caught one between my teeth, tugged just enough to make her cry out, then soothed it with long, wet licks while I pounded deeper.

Her first orgasm hit like a wave. A sudden, sharp cry tore from her throat, back bowing off the mattress, pussy clamping down so tight I had to fight to keep moving. I slowed just enough to let her feel every inch drag through her spasming walls, then sped up again while she was still shaking, chasing the next one.

“Again,” I growled, voice rough with need. “I want you to cum on my cock again, baby. Show me how much you love being fucked like this.”

Minne whimpered, nodding, legs trembling in her own grip. I shifted my angle, grinding the head of my cock against her front wall on every stroke, my thumb finding her swollen clit and rubbing tight circles.

“Master… oh god… it’s too much…” she gasped, but her hips rolled up to meet every thrust, chasing the pleasure.

“Not too much. Perfect. You’re fucking perfect.”

I kissed her again while I drove into her harder, faster, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room.

Her second climax hit even harder than the first. Her whole body seized, thighs quivering violently, a broken wail tearing from her throat as her pussy gushed around me in hot, rhythmic pulses. I could feel every contraction, every squeeze, and it almost dragged me over the edge with her.

“Oh, fuck, Minne. I’m gonna cum.” I moaned. “Mm… fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

“Please, Master. Give it to me…”

I slammed into her a few more times, riding the aftershocks, then pulled out at the very last second. My hand wrapped around my slick cock and I stroked once, twice, three times.

I came with a low groan, thick ropes of cum shooting across her belly, her tits, splattering over her ribs and dripping down the sides of her waist. Pulse after pulse, I painted her skin until there was nothing left and I was shaking just as hard as she was.

We collapsed sideways together, limbs tangled, breathing ragged. I pulled her into my arms, pressing lazy kisses to her temple, her cheek, the corner of her mouth while the aftershocks rolled through us both.

Minne curled against my chest, sticky and glowing, fingertips tracing slow, idle patterns through the mess I’d left on her stomach. She looked up at me, eyes soft and sated, and gave the tiniest, happiest smile.

“Thank you, Master,” she whispered, voice small and hoarse.

I kissed her forehead, holding her tighter. “Anytime, baby. Any fucking time.”

Minne’s small hand found mine, guiding my index finger through the warm, sticky mess on her stomach. She scooped up a thick dollop of my cum, brought it to her lips, and slipped my finger into her mouth. Her tongue swirled slowly, deliberately, big doe eyes locked on mine the whole time as she sucked me clean.

My spent cock twitched against my thigh, then started hardening again almost instantly.

“Okay,” I rasped, voice rough, “how the hell am I supposed to calm down when you do shit like that?”

Minne pulled my finger out with a soft pop, cheeks pink. “Oh… I’m sorry, Master. If I disturbed you I’ll—”

“Get on my dick,” I cut her off, rolling fully onto my back. “I want you to bounce on it. Now.”

“Yes, Master!” The words left her mouth in an eager squeak.

She scrambled up, straddling my hips in seconds. One tiny hand wrapped around my now fully-hard cock, lined me up, and she sank down in one smooth drop. A breathy moan spilled from her lips as she took every inch, her slick walls still swollen and sensitive from earlier.

“Fuck, yes,” I groaned, hands settling on her narrow waist. “Ride me, baby. Show Master how grateful you are.”

Minne braced her palms on my chest and started moving: slow rolls of her hips at first, then quick, eager bounces that made her small tits jiggle and her breath hitch. Every time she slammed down, the wet sound of her pussy swallowing me filled the room.

“Look at you,” I growled, thumbs stroking the soft skin just above her hips. “So greedy for cock. You love being full of Master, don’t you?”

“Y-yes,” she whimpered, speeding up, thighs trembling. “Love Master’s big cock… feels so good inside me…”

I slid one hand up, cupped a breast, rolled her nipple between my fingers. “Faster, baby. Make that pretty pussy cream all over me again.”

She obeyed instantly, bouncing harder, head tipping back, little cries spilling out with every drop. I could feel her getting close already, walls fluttering, breath hitching, thighs shaking.

“Master… I’m…” She muttered. “Oh… I’m…”

I moved my hips upward, sliding my cock all the way inside. “Do it, Minne.”

That sent her over.

Minne’s whole body locked up, a high, broken moan tearing from her throat as her pussy clamped down in rhythmic pulses, soaking my lap. She kept riding through it, frantic and shaking, until the waves finally slowed.

I gripped her hips hard, thrusting up to meet her a few more times. The sight of her, flushed, sweaty, utterly wrecked, pushed me right to the edge.

“Fuck—here it comes—”