The Heart System Chapter 437

She hurried to the bathroom and closed the door.

I exhaled and leaned back against the counter again. Es reopened the pizza box imdiately.

She smirked at from across the table.

"Why not join her, Evan?"

I arched an eyebrow. "Nah. I don’t wanna get yelled at."

Es shrugged. "She uses your photos to masturbate, you know. Just saying."

"S-she does not. Co on."

But I knew.

A couple months ago, I’d caught Cora in my room watching a video of on my laptop. The mory still lingered awkwardly in my brain.

Did it creep out? Yeah. Absolutely.

Did so selfish part of feel weirdly flattered?

Well...

Also yes.

I shook the thought off and went to the sink to wash my hands.

Then I walked down the hallway and knocked on the bathroom door anyway. I guess the curiosity got the better of , huh?

Behind , I heard Es snicker quietly as she grabbed another slice. I glanced back at her.

"You cheeky, cheeky girl," I muttered.

"Ouch, Evan."

From behind the door, Cora’s voice ca out slightly muffled. "W-who’s there?"

"Cora. It’s ."

There was a brief pause. Water running.

"Y-yes?"

"Can I co in?"

"OF COURSE!" she blurted, then cleared her throat. "Um. Yes."

I hesitated for half a second, hand on the doorknob.

"Alright."

I opened the bathroom door slowly. Steam rolled out in thick waves, carrying the clean scent of soap and hot water. Cora stood under the showerhead. Water cascaded down her body in steady sheets. She was naked. Small tits high on her chest. Pale skin almost glowing under the warm light. ssy dark hair plastered to her shoulders and back. Dark circles shadowed her eyes. Sohow she still looked cute. Fragile and soft in a way that made my chest tighten. I had no idea how she pulled that off.

She noticed imdiately. Her head tilted down. One hand ca up to rest on her opposite shoulder like she was trying to cover herself without really covering anything. A small, awkward smile curved her lips. She didn’t et my eyes.

I stepped inside and closed the door behind . The click felt louder than it should have. I peeled off my t-shirt first. Then my pants. Boxers last. Everything hit the tile in a damp pile. My cock hung heavy between my legs—not fully hard yet. Yesterday’s marathon with those four demons had left drained in every possible way. But the sight of Cora—wet, vulnerable, waiting—already started fixing that.

I walked toward her. Water sprayed against my skin as I stepped under the stream. Hot. Perfect. I reached out. Slid one finger under her chin. Lifted her face gently. Her eyes finally t mine. Wide. Nervous. Wanting.

I kissed her.

Soft at first. Just lips brushing. Then deeper. My tongue slipped past her teeth. Found hers. She kissed back—hesitant, then hungry. Small hands ca up to rest on my chest. Fingers curled against my skin.

I turned her around slowly. She braced both palms flat on the tiled wall. Back arched. Ass pushed out toward . Water ran down her spine in rivulets. Collected between her cheeks. Dripped to the floor.

I stepped in close. Pressed my body against hers. My cock—now half-hard and thickening fast—rubbed along her pussy lips. Not inside yet. Just sliding. Teasing. Coating myself in her wetness. She whimpered softly. Pushed back against .

I leaned in. Kissed the side of her neck. Water stread over my lips. Salty. Warm. She tilted her head to give better access. A quiet moan slipped out.

I kissed her on the lips again—awkward angle, wet and ssy. She turned her head as far as she could. Tongue t mine. Shy at first. Then eager.

My cock was fully hard now. Heavy. Throbbing. I grabbed the base. Rubbed the head along her slit one more ti. Then pushed inside.

Slow. Steady. Inch by inch.

She moaned against my mouth. Long. Low. Her walls fluttered around —hot, slick, tight. I groaned into the kiss. Buried myself to the hilt. Held there for a second. Let her feel every bit of .

Then I started moving.

Slow at first. Long, deep strokes. Pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. Water made everything slicker. Louder. Wet slaps mixed with the steady hiss of the shower.

I grabbed her waist with both hands. Fingers dug into soft skin. Pulled her back to et every thrust.

"Good girl," I muttered against her ear. "That’s right... just like that."

She moaned louder. The sound bounced off the tiles. Echoed in the small space.

I kept the pace steady. Deep. Controlled. Each thrust dragged a whimper from her throat. Her palms slid against the wet wall. Trying to brace. Failing.

"Moan while your sister is in the living room eating pizza," I whispered. Voice rough. Low. "Let her hear how good you feel. How much you love this cock stretching your tight little pussy."

Cora’s breath hitched. A high, needy sound. She bit her lip. Tried to stay quiet. Failed. Another moan slipped out—louder this ti.

I sped up slightly. Hips snapping forward. Water splashed against our skin. My balls slapped her clit with every thrust. She pushed back harder. t halfway.

"Fuck... you’re so wet," I growled. "So tight. Taking so deep. You love this, don’t you? Knowing Es can probably hear every sound you make."

She nodded frantically. Couldn’t speak. Just moaned.

I reached around and found her clit. Rubbed slow circles. She jolted. Back arched sharper. Pussy clenched hard around .

"Cum for ," I ordered. "Cum on this cock. Let feel that pussy squeeze . Show how much you need it."

Her moans turned desperate. High-pitched. Body trembling. Walls fluttered wildly. Clit throbbed under my fingers.

"Evan..."

"Yes?"

"I’m... fuck, Evan... Evan, Evan..."

"Cum for ." I muttered. "I fucking love this, Cora."

"FUCK..."

She ca hard.

A raw cry tore out of her throat. Echoed off the tiles. Pussy spasd around my cock in violent, rhythmic waves. Wetness gushed out. Soaked my shaft. Ran down her thighs. Mixed with the shower water. Her legs shook. Knees buckled. I held her up. Kept thrusting through it. Slow. Deep. Drawing out every spasm. Every pulse.

She sobbed against the wall. Overwheld. Shaking. Moaning my na between gasps.

I didn’t stop.

Kept fucking her. Steady. Relentless. Hands on her waist. Cock buried deep. Water pouring over us. Steam filling the room.

"Good girl," I murmured against her ear. "Cumming so hard for ... such a perfect little slut... keep squeezing... milk ..."

I pulled back slowly, letting my cock slide out of her with a wet drag that made Cora whimper. Water stread down our bodies, mixing with the slickness between us. I turned her around gently. Her back t the cold tiles. She gasped at the sudden chill against her spine, but the heat of my body pressed in right after, pinning her there.

I hooked one hand under her knee. Lifted her leg high. Spread her open. My cock—still hard, still throbbing—rubbed along her folds once, twice, coating the head in her wetness. Then I pushed inside her cunt again. Slow. Deep. One long slide until my hips t hers.

She moaned against my shoulder.

I started fucking her like that. Steady rhythm. Each thrust drove her back against the tiles. Her small tits pressed flat against my chest. Her leg wrapped tighter around my waist. I held her up easily—one arm under her thigh, the other braced on the wall beside her head. Water poured over us. Ran down her face. Her neck. Her breasts. Made her skin shine.

"You feel so good," I muttered against her ear. "This tight little pussy gripping like it never wants to let go. So wet. So perfect."

Cora tilted her head back. Water stread into her open mouth. She swallowed. Moaned again. "Evan... harder... please..."

I kissed her. Deep. ssy. Tongues sliding together while I kept thrusting. Slow. Deep. Each push bottod out. Made her gasp into my mouth. Her walls fluttered around . Hot. Slick. So tight it almost hurt in the best way. Every inch of her hugged like she was molded for my cock.

I leaned in closer. Put my chin on her shoulder. Looked down her body. Her small ass was pushed out toward . Round. Soft. Pale. Water ran down the curve of it. Collected between her cheeks. I grabbed one cheek with my free hand. Squeezed hard. Fingers dug in deep enough to leave red marks that would bruise later. She moaned louder. Pushed back against .

I kissed her throat. Open-mouthed. Sucked hard. Left dark marks. Hickeys blooming under her skin like little bruises of ownership.

"Such a good girl," I whispered against her neck. "Taking this cock so deep while your sister’s right outside in the kitchen eating pizza. Moaning like a little slut. Letting everyone hear how much you love getting fucked."

Cora’s breath hitched. Her pussy clenched hard around . "Evan... fuck... yes... I love it... I love this dick... I love you..."

I squeezed her ass harder. Thrust deeper. "Hmm. You love ?"

"I love you. I love you. I love you." Her voice cracked. Desperate. "I want you to ruin forever. Make my pussy take the shape of your dick... I love you..."

"Beg more."

"Please make cum again. Please. Please, Evan. I want it so bad."

"Even though your sister’s in the kitchen?"

She nodded frantically. Eyes squeezed shut. "Yes... yes... I don’t care... please... make cum..."

I went harder. Hips snapping forward. Balls slapping wetly against her with every thrust. The sound echoed in the shower. Mixed with the water. Mixed with her moans.