The Heart System

Chapter 644

"OH GOD! FUCK YES!"

I had her pinned in front of the TV for the last fifteen minutes, and I was absolutely going to town on her. I had my dick buried in her asshole... no lube, no saliva, just completely raw. She was screaming at the top of her lungs, and I was pretty sure the entire neighborhood could hear us.

But neither of us gave a single fuck.

"Go deeper, you slut!" she screamed, her voice hoarse. "FUCK! DEEPER! DEEPER!"

She was in a tight doggy position, her back arched aggressively, with both of her hands firmly planted on the ground to support her weight. I reached forward, grabbed a thick handful of her hair, and wrenched her head back. Once our faces were inches apart, I wrapped my other hand around her throat and began squeezing it firmly. A drop of saliva trailed from the corner of her mouth as her dazed eyes locked onto mine. Damn... her gaze was intense. She was clearly loving every second of the pain, but the expression she gave me made it feel as if she was the one holding all the authority, and I was just a tool obliging her demands.

Curious about what was going on in her head, I activated my system skill to check her status. Just as I suspected, the reading confirmed it.

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- Gaslighting: Penelope

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Current Orientation: Switch

Available Options:

- Submissive

- Dom

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I drove myself even deeper into her, a brutal thrust that broke her remaining composure completely. Her muscles gave out, and if I hadn’t been holding her up by her hair, she would have collapsed straight onto the floor. I slowly guided her head back down, then used my palm to push her backside flat against the floor. She flattened completely against the hardwood, her legs forced slightly wider apart as I mounted her from behind, heavily driving right back into her asshole.

I leaned forward, the angle letting me re-arrange her guts with every heavy plunge while I began burying my teeth into her neck to leave fresh marks. Fucking hell, her entire neck and throat were turning purple from my mouth. I didn’t stop there; I moved my lips lower to her shoulder blades, licking the warm skin and tasting her sweat.

"Fucking slut," I gronaed.

I grabbed her by the hair again, lifting her face off the floor, and spat directly onto her cheek. Then again. Then once more. I did it a final time, and then used the flat of my other hand to aggressively smear the saliva across her skin. Penelope just chuckled, her tongue darting out to lick her lips as she stared back at me with hazy, defiant eyes.

"I didn’t know I hurt your pride that badly with a single spit, you egotistical child," she smirked, her breath hitching as I gave a hard twitch inside her. "Fucking bitch, what a retard you are."

I couldn’t help but smile at that. She knew exactly how to press my buttons, but I wasn’t going to let her win the mental game. I shoved her head back down toward the ground and continued ruthlessly fucking her ass. The floor beneath her thighs was completely slick, soaked with the juices leaking from her soaking wet cunt.

With her flattened entirely against the floor, the friction inside her tight ass passage became incredibly tight, wrapping around my shaft like a vice with every downward slam. I reached around her waist, my fingers digging deep into her hips to hold her down as I accelerated the pace into a punishing blur. The heavy, wet slaps of my groin colliding with her bare ass cheeks filled the small apartment, competing with the degrading dialogue blaring from the television screen right in front of her face.

"Talk all the shit you want, Pen," I panted, slamming into her so hard her chest dragged against the wood. "But you’re the one taking every single inch of my dick right now."

She let out a loud, broken groan, her fingers clawing uselessly at the smooth floorboards as she tried to find purchase. "Fuck... yes... break me apart, you idiot... smash into it!"

I obliged, lifting my hips high before driving down with maximum force, bottoming out against her walls over and over until the heat inside her began to constrict violently. Her internal muscles started to spasm in rapid, uncontrollable waves, clamping down on me so hard it almost brought me to the brink right then and there. She was completely trapped under my weight, her head pinned low as her body finally gave in to the sheer intensity of the friction.

"Evan... fuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m fucking cumming!" she shrieked, her voice cracking as a massive, violent climax ripped through her. Her inner walls tightly squeezed my length in a series of powerful contractions, her body trembling from head to toe as she completely broke down under the assault.

I looked down at her writhing on the floor, her body still trembling from the residual aftershocks of her orgasm. The television screen was still flashing, casting harsh, flickering shadows across her sweat-slicked back and the bruised skin of her neck. She thought she had me figured out. She thought she could spit on my face, call me an egotistical child, and keep the upper hand just because she could handle a beating.

I wasn’t about to let her have the last word. Not in her apartment, and definitely not on her birthday.

"You think that’s it?" I panted, my voice dropping into a low, dangerous whisper. I reached down and gripped her chin, forcing her head around so she had to look at me. Her eyes were still hazy, a wicked, defiant smirk trying to form on her lips despite how hard she was breathing. "You think you can just lay there and call me names after I just rearranged your tracks?"

"Is that... all you got, you pathetic loser?" she wheezed, her voice incredibly hoarse, but her tone was pure acid. "My grandmother... hits harder than you. Fucking pull my hair or get off me."

That did it. My blood boiled, the heat rushing straight to my groin as my cock throbbed violently inside her tight, twitching passage. She wanted hardcore? She wanted to see just how far I could push her before she started begging? I was more than happy to oblige.