The Heart System

Chapter 634

I accelerated the pace even further, my hips becoming a relentless blur as the wet, obscene squelching sounds of her pussy taking my cock filled the narrow hallway. The sheer volume of her natural fluids mixed with the residual warmth from her bath created a slick, frictionless environment that allowed me to hammer into her without resistance.

Wanting to push her completely over the edge, I kept her legs pinned high against my sides while I reached one hand down between our joined bodies, burying my thumb in her wet folds and aggressively rubbing her swollen, hyper-sensitive clit while pounding into her.

The dual stimulation was too much for her small frame to handle. Minne’s thighs started shaking violently around my torso, her toes curling into points as her internal walls began to pulse, ripple, and clench down around my shaft with a terrifying, vice-like pressure.

"I’m... I’m cumming again, Master! Master, Master... OH..." she squealed, her voice echoing off the ceiling.

Her small body convulsed completely beneath me as a massive, shattering orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clamped down around my cock in strong, violent, rhythmic spasms, gushing a fresh, hot torrent of juices around my shaft that leaked out and soaked the skin of my groin.

She cried out loudly, a long, breathless wail of pure ecstasy as her back arched completely off the hardwood floor, her fingers digging desperately into the fabric of my shirt.

"Ooogh... Master..."

I didn’t let up for a single second. I kept fucking her straight through her orgasm, slowing my rhythm down just enough to deliver deep, heavy, agonizingly slow grinds that crushed against her spasming, hyper-sensitive walls while she trembled and whimpered beneath me. Even after the initial peak of her climax began to fade, I continued thrusting into her twitching cunt, relentlessly chasing my own looming pleasure.

"That felt good, honey?" I asked, still moving slowly. "You liked getting your armpits fucked?"

She nodded shyly. "Y-yes, Master."

"You’re such a pervert," I whispered, then kissed her on the lips. "Did you masturbate after you saw me with Kim?"

She didn’t answer, just nodded. That made my cock twitch inside her.

"You masturbated like a good little slut," I said, kissing her lips again. "You imagined me fucking her like that."

"Yes, Master... I couldn’t... stop ma-masturbating."

"Hmm..." I nodded. "This calls for a punishment."

"Anything, Master."

"Ten minutes. Living room. Go and take a shower again, I’ll fuck your ass... and wear that outfit Tessa picked out for you."

She smiled shyly. "Yes, Master."

Ah, fuck. Bad boy points. I had to be careful.

I pulled my cock out with a wet plop. She eagerly got up and rushed to her bedroom. I exhaled, pulling my pants up as I walked into the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water. I was actually taking a liking to this unemployment thing. I could fuck Minne all day like this and never get bored.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I picked it up and saw the receptionist was calling. Man, was Anotta here again? Just my luck.

I answered. "Hello?"

"Mr. Marlowe," she began. "Someone named Mendy is here, wanting to meet with you."

I checked my notifications... damn. Mendy had texted me twice while I was fucking Minne’s armpits. Wow, that was a sentence I never thought I’d use, but here I was. Fucking hell, Minne seeing me like that... I felt like Frankenstein, creating a monster.

"Send her up," I said. "And don’t ever allow people up here again without my knowledge, okay?"

"O-okay, Sir," she said, understanding I was talking about Anotta.

I hung up and checked the texts. The first one asked if I was available, mentioning she was with a friend who stayed nearby and wondering if she could drop by. The second text joked about yesterday’s dinner, saying the mac and cheese must have been so bad that I was refusing to reply.

Hearing the elevator ding in the corridor, I quickly walked over and opened the door. Mendy stood there holding shopping bags filled with clothes.

"Hey," she smiled. "Sorry for dropping in unannounced."

"No problem, come on in."

"Honestly, I feel like I forced myself over since you didn’t reply to my texts," she said, stepping inside. "But... the truth is..."

I took the bags from her hands and looked at her. She seemed a bit stressed, like something was bothering her.

Another problem? Of course. It was just my life at this point.

"The truth is?" I asked, putting the bags on the ground.

"The truth is... I just can’t use public restrooms. It’s a psychological thing. May I use yours?"

Well, that was... better than what I expected. I’d take that any day over an angry Russian mob gangster demanding two million dollars from me.

"Oh..." I chuckled. "Here I thought you came to visit because you missed me."

"No jokes, Evan. I’m about to piss myself, where’s the toilet?"

I pointed down the hallway. "There. Just on the right."

"Oh, god. Thank you."

She rushed off to the hallway and entered the bathroom. Thank god Minne had chosen to take a shower in her own room’s bathroom, or that would have been an incredibly awkward meeting for both of them.

While I waited, I walked to the balcony and opened the curtains. Dark clouds hovered above, promising rain just like the weather forecasters predicted. As I stared outside, I heard the running water from Minne’s room shut off. A few seconds later, the common bathroom door opened.

"Wow," Mendy said with a relieved smile, walking back in. "I’m so sorry about that."

"It’s fine," I shrugged. "A friend of mine was the exact same way. He completely refused to use public toilets."

"Yeah, I just can’t. Unhygienic, you know?"

I smiled as I walked into the living room. "Oh, yeah. I know."

I gestured for Mendy to sit. She took a spot on the double couch. I walked into the kitchen.

"Want anything to drink?" I asked.

"Oh, just water, please."