The Heart System - Chapter 346

Chapter 346: Chapter 346
Jasmine, who was sitting on the double couches with Mendy, pointed toward the kitchen counter, talking about something I couldn’t quite hear. Delilah and Kim were at the dining table, both showing each other things on their phones.

I walked over and stopped behind them. Delilah had a photo of a baby crib on her screen, while Kim was looking at a feeding bottle—apparently on sale.

Still… maybe it would help take her mind off her mother.

“Hey, you two.”

“Which color?” Delilah asked, swiping across her screen to show another crib—this one orange. “This one has wobbly lines. And this one—the black one.”

“I like the orange, wobbly one,” I said. “More… colorful.”

“God, this whole mommy thing is so difficult,” Kim said, then sighed. “But not gonna lie—I kinda like it.”

“You?” Delilah asked, turning to me. “You like this whole daddy thing, Evan?”

“Love it. Every second of it.” I smirked.

“Evan!” Kayla called from the couch. “I think your phone alarm is ringing in the master bedroom.”

“Oh,” Nala said. “That’s the alarm I set for the cake. My battery died, it’s charging.”

Kayla, already in the kitchen, turned off the oven. Tessa crouched in front of it and peered inside. A few seconds later, she straightened up and gave us a thumbs-up.

Great. At least we hadn’t burned it.

“Let’s wait a bit for it to cool down,” Jasmine said. “Then we’ll eat it like kings and queens.”

“We didn’t burn it, right?” Kim asked. “All good?”

“Yeppers.” Tessa nodded. “We’re golden, girl. Though I’m not sharing my slice just because you’re pregnant. Hell, I might even eat yours.”

“Evil,” I muttered.

“More like hungry,” she shot back.

Damn. I just… I never wanted this day to end.

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After we ate the cakes, Mendy thanked us quietly, looking exhausted. She said she wanted to rest in her room for the day. I didn’t push—gave her space.

I decided to be lazy too, heading to my bed for a nap. But sleep wouldn’t come. The clock glowed 12:00 a.m. No chance I’d drift off now.

Lying there, staring at the ceiling, I remembered what Delilah had said—Ivy’s potential boyfriend, the psychologist. Chase.

“Hmm.” I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, unlocked it.

Typed ‘Chase psychologist’ into the search bar. Results popped up fast—he was somewhat known, even had interviews. Curiosity got me; I tapped the top video link.

The storm made the internet crawl. “Load, you piece of shit,” I muttered, waiting.

Twenty seconds later, it finally played. Thumbnail showed Chase on a gray couch across from a female interviewer, plain background.

I skipped intros, landed around the fifth minute.

The interviewer’s voice: “…and how do you deal with that?”

Chase leaned forward slightly, expression heavy. “Three of my patients… taking their own lives… it’s something no professional ever gets used to. You question everything—did I miss a sign? Could I have done more? It weighs on you. But you honor them by keeping going, helping the next person who needs it.”

He sounded genuine—voice cracking just a little, eyes distant. Sad, but steady.

I closed the video.

“Huh,” I muttered. “A depressed psychologist. Somewhat famous, doing interviews… that’s a bad combo with Ivy, no doubt.”

The door opened softly. Jasmine slipped in, stretching with a yawn, closing it behind her. She crawled onto the bed next to me, snuggling close, head on my chest.

I put a hand on her shoulder, pulling her in.

She glanced at my phone. “Psychologist?”

“Looking into Delilah’s daughter—Ivy,” I said. “Apparently she’s interested in this guy. Delilah asked me to check him out.”

“Look at you, moody detective.”

I slid my hand under her t-shirt, fingers finding her nipple, pinching slow. She arched slightly, moaning soft. Jasmine then laughed low, sliding my t-shirt up, tongue licking my chest, then shoulders, warm and teasing.

I smiled, still scrolling a bit on my phone. “Someone’s horny, huh?”

She grinned against my skin. “Come on, let’s fuck. I’m bored.”

I set the phone aside on the mattress.

Jasmine moved fast, straddling me, removing my pants quick—cock springing free, throbbing hard. She slipped off her shorts, pussy already wet, glistening.

She positioned above me, then lowered slow—inch by inch taking me in, eyes locked on mine.

Once fully inside, she leaned forward, head resting on my chest, tits pressing soft against me. I grabbed her ass, spreading the cheeks wide, feeling her clench around me.

She moaned, rocking gently. “Fuck… so full…”

I kissed Jasmine deep, tongue sliding against hers, swallowing her moans as I pounded her pussy harder, hips driving relentless. Her walls clenched tight around me, wet and hot, pulling me deeper with every thrust.

She broke the kiss, gasping. “Fuck—Evan—slow down… Mendy might hear us—”

I went harder instead, slamming deep, hands gripping her hips tight. “Let her hear,” I growled. “Love how your pussy gets tighter when you think about it… you want her to know I’m fucking you senseless, don’t you?”

Jasmine gritted her teeth, moaning loud. “Jerk… fuck, yes, ruin me!”

I smacked her ass hard, the crack sharp, flesh jiggling. “Good girl… take this cock. Love how you squeeze me… love fucking you raw.”

She whimpered, bouncing faster. “Evan—close—gonna cum—fuck—”

I leaned down, took one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, tongue swirling as I thrust brutal. She screamed, hand flying to cover her mouth, body shaking.

“FUUUCK! EVAN…”

She came hard—pussy spasming wildly around my cock, gushing hot and wet, body convulsing as wave after wave hit her. I rode it out, letting her nipple go with a wet pop, hands kneading her tits rough, pinching both nipples as she shook and moaned into her palm.

The door flew open suddenly.

Minne stood there, eyes wide in surprise, but she closed it fast behind her.

“I’m… I’m sorry, Master,” she stammered. “I was walking and… heard the scream and…”

“It’s okay, honey,” Jasmine panted, smiling through her afterglow, still impaled on me. She was jumping on me now while I rest.

“Join us,” I said, voice rough. “Remove those pants. Sit on my face.”

Minne smiled shyly, nodding fast. She stripped her pants and panties quick, her small pussy already glistening.

My cock throbbed harder at the sight.

She climbed onto the bed, feet flanking my head, facing Jasmine.

“D-do I… just sit, Master?”

“Yes, honey,” I rasped. “Get that pussy on my mouth.”

She lowered slow—but hovered just out of reach. I grabbed her waist, yanked her down hard. Her pussy landed on my face, wet and warm.

I moaned into her, tongue plunging deep. “So fucking delicious… love tasting you…”

Minne moaned loud, arching her back, pussy getting wetter by the second, juices coating my tongue.

Jasmine kept bouncing, slower now but deep. “I’m gonna… oh, shit. This dick is… oh, fuck. Evan… Evan I’m—”

I couldn’t answer—busy eating Minne out, tongue fucking her deep, sucking her clit hard.

Minne moaned louder, hands on my chest for balance, hips grinding. Jasmine put her hands above her head, hair falling over her face, then leaned back, supporting herself on my thighs.

She moaned deep, body tensing. “Fuck—yes—gonna cum again—”

She climaxed hard—pussy clamping down, gushing around my cock as she screamed, body shaking, tits bouncing, face twisted in ecstasy as wave after wave hit her, moans raw and desperate.

I gave Minne’s pussy one last long lick, tongue plunging deep, savoring her sweetness, then smacked Jasmine’s ass hard. “Get up, Jas.”

She hopped off the bed with a breathless laugh, legs shaky.

I scooped Minne into my arms—she was light, easy to hold—and stood, carrying her to the nearest wall. I pinned her there, lifting her higher, her back against the cool surface, legs hooked over my forearms, spreading her wide. Her pussy hovered right at my mouth level.

“Bend over in front of me, Jas.”

Jasmine obeyed instantly, hands on the wall below Minne, bending deep, ass arched high—presenting her dripping pussy and asshole perfectly. The position was filthy—Minne pinned above, pussy exposed to my tongue, Jasmine below, ready for my cock.

I dove into Minne first, tongue fucking her deep, licking her clit in fast circles while holding her steady.

Minne moaned shyly, hands clutching my shoulders. “I… love how strong you are, M-Master…”

“Fuck yes,” I growled into her pussy, thrusting my tongue deeper. “Love holding you like this… eating this sweet cunt while Jasmine waits for my cock. You’re both my perfect girls.”

Jasmine pushed back. “Fuck me—please—need your cock again—”

I pulled back from Minne just long enough to line up, then slammed into Jasmine’s pussy—deep, hard, bottoming out.

She screamed, body jolting. “YES—EVAN—FUCK—”

I started pounding her, hips snapping brutal, while my mouth returned to Minne—licking frantic, sucking her clit, tongue plunging as she trembled in my arms.

“Take it, Jas,” I rasped between licks. “Love fucking this pussy… so wet… while I eat Minne’s cunt above you. You’re both dripping for me.”

Minne whimpered, shy but needy. “Master, it feels so good… your tongue…”

Jasmine moaned loud. “Fuck—yes—pound me—love your cock—ruin me—”

I went harder, thrusting into Jasmine, tongue fucking Minne deeper. The dual sensation—tight pussy gripping my cock, sweet cunt on my tongue—was overwhelming.

Minne’s hand flew to her mouth, eyes squeezing shut tight. Her body tensed, thighs quivering in my grip.

She came hard—pussy gushing on my tongue, hot and sweet, body shaking as she screamed muffled into her hand, waves crashing through her, juices flooding my mouth.

I kept eating her through it, moaning into her. “Fuck—yes—cum for me, honey… taste so good when you cum…”

Jasmine’s moans broke. “Evan I’m… I’m… close—fuck, your cock, I’m gonna fucking cum…”

I pounded faster, frantic now, pleasure building sharp.

“Cum for me, Jas—cum on my cock while I eat Minne’s pussy—”