The Heart System

Chapter 650

Deciding to push her even further, I slid my index finger away from her front, moving it down past her perineum until the tip was resting right against her tight, puckered asshole. Without asking for permission, I applied a firm, steady pressure, easing the first knuckle straight into her tight entrance.

Penelope’s entire body went completely rigid. She let out a high-pitched, muffled shriek, her toes curling into the carpet as her inner muscles clamped down around my finger with an unbelievable, vice-like squeeze. The sudden, intense invasion completely broke her dancing rhythm, her hips freezing in place as she trembled against me.

"Evan... fuck! What are you doing back there?!" she yelled, though she didn’t try to pull away. Instead, her head dropped onto the back cushion of the couch, her face flushed a deep, violent crimson as she looked up at the ceiling.

"Just making sure you’re stretched out properly," I whispered into her ear, my left hand moving up to grip one of her exposed breasts through the cut fabric, squeezing the heavy weight firmly while my right finger began to slowly slide in and out of her ass, working the tight muscle with a torturous pace. "You said you wanted a challenge, right? Don’t tell me you can’t handle a little finger."

"I can handle... fucking anything you throw at me," she hissed through her teeth, her jaw clenching tightly as she forced her hips to start moving again. It wasn’t a fast twerk anymore; it was a slow, agonizingly heavy grind, her tight ass sliding back and forth against my hand, forcing my finger deeper into her depths with every backward shift. "Put another one in... do it, you coward."

I smirked at the challenge, sliding my middle finger right alongside the first, stretching her tight entrance even wider. Penelope let out a ragged, broken wail, her body shaking violently from the sheer intensity of the dual stimulation as I simultaneously rubbed her dripping clit with my thumb and worked her ass with my fingers. The raw, explicit visuals of her bent over my lap, wearing the shredded, expensive designer clothes while completely yielding to my touch, made the blood boil in my veins with an overwhelming amount of heat.

We stayed in that intense, heavy rhythm for several long minutes, the rain outside continuing to hammer against the windowpane while the audio from the television provided a constant, dirty soundtrack to our movements. Every time she tried to regain her dominant, mocking composure, I would pull her hair or tighten my grip on her throat, dragging her right back down into pure lust until her pride completely fractured beneath the pleasure.

Finally, Penelope let out a long, shuddering exhale, her muscles going completely soft as she stopped the movement of her hips. She slowly straightened her spine, turning around to face me while still straddling my lap, her bare knees resting on the cushions on either side of my hips.

She was panting heavily, sweat dripping down the center of her chest, her tangled hair falling wildly around her face. Despite how worn out she looked, that stubborn, defiant smirk slowly crept back onto her lips. She leaned down, resting her forearms against my chest, and cast a long, deliberate look down between my legs.

Right on cue, my cock gave a sharp, violent twitch against her thigh, fully rigid and throbbing hard again from the intense display.

She let out a dry, breathy chuckle, her eyes snapping back up to meet mine with a piercing, dominant gaze. "The dance is over, Marlowe," she whispered, her voice dripping with raw authority as she gripped my shoulders with her fingernails. "Now, come over here and fuck me like you actually fucking mean it."

I didn’t need to be told twice. The raw sight of her sitting on my lap in those shredded, high-end clothes, combined with her arrogant command, sent my horniness completely off the charts. My blood was boiling, and any remaining patience I had vanished into thin air.

Without saying a single word, I locked my hands under her thighs and lifted her straight off the couch. Penelope let out a sharp gasp, instinctively wrapping her arms around my neck as I stood up, completely unbothered by her weight. I didn’t hold her for long; I stepped away from the sofa and lowered her firmly onto the hard hardwood floor, forcing her flat onto her back right in the center of the living room.

I immediately stepped forward, positioning myself directly between her spread legs. My cock was fully erect, throbbing violently and covered in a slick sheen from our previous rounds. I looked down at her, a dark, primal smirk spreading across my face as I figured out exactly how I wanted to break her defiance this time.

"What the fuck are you looking at?" she panted, her head resting against the floor as she glared up at me, her massive breasts heaving underneath the slashed Nuppia t-shirt. "I told you to fuck me, not stand there like a statue, you idiot."

"Oh, I’m going to fuck you, Pen," I said, reaching down to grab her ankles. "But we’re doing this my way."

I pulled her legs straight up into the air, keeping them completely extended toward the ceiling. Then, keeping her lower half lifted slightly off the ground, I shifted my weight and angled my body sideways. I brought my own right leg up, sliding it directly over her left thigh while keeping my left leg braced firmly on the floor. I aligned my hips parallel to hers, effectively creating a tight, scissored interlocking position with our lower limbs. My shaft was pressed flat against the outer seam of her opening, perfectly angled to slide straight in from the side while her legs remained trapped, pointing straight up toward the light fixtures.

Penelope’s eyes widened as she realized what was happening. She tried to twist her hips, but with her legs held completely vertical and my body weight pinning her thigh down, she couldn’t move an inch.

"What the actual fuck is this?" she barked, a mix of confusion and irritation cutting through her raspy voice. "What the fuck is wrong with you? This is the most ridiculous, awkward position I’ve ever seen in my life. Are you trying to do gymnastics or fuck me, you total retard?"

"Shut the fuck up and take it," I countered, leaning my upper body down and bracing my forearm right against the floor next to her head to lock her in place.