Chapter 160: Chapter 160

I pushed open the heavy double doors of the penthouse, and cool air rushed out to greet us. Jasmine stepped in first, then Kim, then Tessa, each dragging a suitcase. Their eyes went wide as they took in the marble foyer, the crystal chandelier, the bronze sculpture twisting up from the center table. Two maids in black uniforms paused their dusting and bowed slightly.

Jasmine dropped her bag. “This place is unreal.”

Tessa was already moving. “I call the room with the balcony.” Her voice echoed down a hallway.

“I think every room has a balcony,” I chuckled. “But I might be mistaken.”

Kim headed for the kitchen. “There is a wine fridge in the island.” A delighted squeal followed.

The driver wheeled in the last suitcase, gave me a nod, and stepped back. I slipped a hundred into his palm. “Thanks for the lift.”

He tipped his cap and left.

Nala came from the master hallway, barefoot in a silk robe, hair damp. She smiled and crossed to the girls. “Oh, hey. I am Nala. You must be Jasmine, Kim, and Tessa. Evan has told me everything.”

Jasmine grinned. “Same here. Congrats on the CEO gig.”

Kim waved from the couch. “Hi. This is wild.”

Tessa poked her head around a corner. “Welcome to the madhouse.”

The girls scattered again, exploring. Nala sidled up to me, voice low. “You really do collect women.”

I shrugged. “They are solid. No drama. You will like them.”

She chuckled, then nodded toward the maids now wiping a glass table. “Their contracts end in a week. Keep whoever you want. I will renegotiate.”

My gaze landed on the smaller one, short crimson hair, calm face. “Keep her. She looks low-maintenance. The others seem to hate me. Name?”

“Minne,” Nala said. “I will handle it.”

I turned to her. “Quick version. Guy steps down from his CEO position, you step up. How does it work legally?”

Nala nodded. “Simple. He signs a resignation letter tonight, personal reasons. I call an emergency board meeting tomorrow, nominate myself, vote passes. SEC filing within four days, leadership change, no details. Shareholders get a bland letter. Penthouse deed transfers to you via quitclaim, recorded tomorrow. Done.”

I whistled. “Clean.”

“I have lived this,” she said. “I know every trick.”

From the hall, Tessa yelled, “There is a steam shower.”

Kim laughed. “I am never leaving.”

Jasmine appeared with her phone. “Terrace view, now.”

Nala smiled. “Go celebrate. I have paperwork.”

I kissed her quick. “You are incredible.”

She waved me off. “Go be king.”

I joined the girls on the terrace. City lights flickered on below. Jasmine snapped photos. Kim leaned over the railing. Tessa raised an imaginary toast.

“To Evan,” she said. “From rat holes to rooftops.”

We laughed. The sun sank, sky turning gold.

“To us,” I corrected, then raised imaginary toast as well. “Fuck. We did it…”

I stepped onto the terrace and the city hit me full force. The space was massive, easily forty feet across, wrapped in glass railings that offered an unobstructed view of the skyline. Neon lights flickered on below, traffic crawling like glowing ants twenty stories down. The floor was polished teak, warm under my shoes despite the slight breeze. Four wide sunbeds lined one side, each padded with thick white cushions and flanked by low teak tables holding crystal ashtrays and built-in drink holders.

A built-in bar sat in the corner, stocked with top-shelf bottles glinting under soft LED strips. Potted palms rustled gently, and a retractable awning hovered overhead, half-open to let the last rays of sunset paint everything gold.

I glanced back through the open glass doors, then dropped onto the nearest sunbed, the cushion sinking under my weight. The city hummed below, alive and electric.

“Jasmine,” I called, voice low but carrying.

She walked beside me, tank top riding up to show a strip of skin. I reached out, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her forward. She bent with a surprised laugh, and I kissed her hard, tasting lip gloss and excitement. Her hands braced on my shoulders.

“Kim, Tessa,” I said between kisses, “guard the door. Let me know if Nala heads this way.”

Kim snorted. “You owe us.”

Tessa leaned out, grinning. “On it, ’boss.’”

I slid my pants down and off, cock already hard. Jasmine kicked her shorts away, then hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid them to the side. No hesitation. She straddled me, knees sinking into the cushion, and lowered herself slow. The head of my cock nudged her entrance, slick and warm, then she sank down in one smooth motion.

“Fuck,” I groaned, hands gripping her hips.

She rested her forehead on my shoulder, tits pressed tight to my chest, arms looping around my neck. “God, Evan,” she whispered, voice shaky. “You feel so good.”

I thrust up, slow at first, letting her adjust. “You like that? Taking my cock out here where anyone could see?”

She moaned, rocking her hips. “Yes. Fuck yes.”

Kim and Tessa had taken up posts by the door, pretending to chat but stealing glances. Kim bit her lip, eyes wide. Tessa smirked, arms crossed, clearly enjoying the show.

I grabbed Jasmine’s thighs and stood, lifting her with me. She gasped, legs wrapping tight around my waist. I carried her to the glass railing, the city sprawling below like a private light show. The height, the risk, the view, it all made my blood burn hotter.

“Look at that,” I growled, thrusting deep. “Whole city watching me fuck you.”

She said, nails digging into my shoulders. “Harder. Please.”

I obliged, pounding into her, the slap of skin echoing off the glass. “You love this, don’t you? My cock stretching you while the world spins below.”

“Yes,” she panted. “Fuck me like you own me.”

I kissed her, rough and hungry, tongues battling. “I do own you. Every inch.”

She whimpered into my mouth. “More.”

“You’re gonna take every drop,” I said, voice low. “Gonna fill you up right here.”

She nodded frantically. “Do it. Make me yours.”

I was close, the edge rushing up fast. “Gonna cum inside you.”

“Yes, baby,” she gasped. “Make me pregnant with your fucking cum. I wanna get pregnant, Evan. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me!”

That broke me. I slammed deep and came, pulsing hard, filling her. She clenched around me, milking every drop.

The terrace door slid open.

Nala stepped in, a bottle of wine in one hand, three glasses in the other. Kim and Tessa froze, caught watching us instead of the door.

My eyes snapped wide. I was still cumming, a low moan escaping as the last spurt hit. Jasmine clung to me, breathless.

I lowered Jasmine gently to the ground, pulling out slowly. Thick cum dripped down her inner thigh, glistening in the fading light. She stretched lazily, smiling.

Nala stood frozen in the doorway, bottle of wine in one hand, three glasses clutched in the other. Her eyes were wide, lips parted, but no words came. She set the wine and glasses on the nearest teak table with a soft clink, then turned back toward the terrace door.

Kim laughed and stepped forward, catching Nala’s wrist. “Calm down, girl. Join us.”

Nala’s face flushed crimson. “No, I was just, uh,” she mumbled, words tumbling over each other. “I didn’t mean to, I’ll go back inside.”

Jasmine stretched again, cum still sliding down her leg. “You had to guess we had this kind of relationship with Evan. I mean, come on.”

Kim guided Nala to the sunbed, easing her down.

“Yeah, I kinda figured it out, but I never thought I’d…”

My cock twitched, already hardening again. I shifted, trying to hide it. “I’m sorry. I wouldn’t want you to see me like this.”

Nala shook her head quickly. “No problem at all. This… this house is yours. You can do whatever you want. I don’t have a say.”

I pulled my pants up, walked over, and crouched in front of her. I took her hands gently. “No. It’s our house. We fought Guy together. We won together. Please don’t say stuff like that.”

Nala cleared her throat, eyes glassy. “O-okay.”

Tessa dropped onto the sunbed beside her, pointing at the sky. “Still hot out here. Weather’s perfect. Would you like to join us, Nala?”

Nala’s blush deepened, spreading to her ears. “I can’t. No, thank you.”

Kim leaned in, grinning. “Aw, come on. It’d be awkward for us to fuck while you’re inside hearing everything.”

Nala opened her mouth, but only a whisper came. No one caught it.

I leaned closer. “Sorry?”

“I’m… virgin,” she said, barely audible. “I don’t think Evan would want me.”

My cock twitched hard, straining against my pants. Jasmine noticed first, eyes flicking down, then up with a smirk. Nala saw too, her gaze following.

“I think it’s the opposite,” Jasmine said.

“Oh…” Nala breathed.

I lunged forward, gently pushing her back onto the sunbed. I kissed her deep, slow, tasting surprise and sweetness. She squeaked, hands flying to cover her face, body trembling with embarrassment.

Jasmine laughed. “Sheesh, calm down, you animal. You trying to scare her?” She turned to Nala, voice soft. “Don’t worry. I’ll help you.”

I kissed Nala again, pulling her hands away. “Are you sure?”

She nodded, tears spilling, but smiling through them. Happy tears.

“Would you really… let me…?” I asked, voice low.

“You saved my life from him,” Nala said, chuckling through her sobs, tears streaking her cheeks. “If not you… then who?”

The words hit me like gasoline on a fire. My cock throbbed, already rock-hard again. Jasmine’s voice dropped low, sultry. She knelt beside Nala on the sunbed, fingers quietly unbuckling Nala’s pants. The zipper rasped soft in the evening air.

Nala’s eyes went wide, face flaming. “J-Jasmine, what—”

“Shh,” Jasmine murmured, sliding the pants down smooth thighs. “Relax, baby.”

Nala squirmed, hands fluttering like she wanted to cover herself but couldn’t decide where to put them. Jasmine hooked her fingers into the waistband of Nala’s panties, simple cotton, pale blue, and tugged them down. They caught on one ankle before falling away.

I stared. Her cunt was perfect—pink, untouched, glistening already. Virgin. The thought alone made my pulse hammer.

I shoved my pants off in one motion, cock springing free, aimed at her entrance. Jasmine’s hand shot out, stopping me.

“Calm down, caveman. Slow.”

“Sorry,” I rasped, voice thick.

Nala lay back on the sunbed, legs spread, knees trembling. I climbed between them, the cushion dipping under my weight. Tessa crouched behind me, breath hot on my neck.

“You can’t wait to fuck her, can you?” she whispered, lips brushing my ear. “Gonna take that tight virgin pussy, stretch her wide, make her yours.”

My cock leaked precum, dripping onto Nala’s thigh. Tessa kept going. “Look at her. So innocent. Bet she’s never even touched herself thinking of a cock like yours.”

Jasmine wrapped her fingers around my shaft, guiding it to Nala’s slit. She rubbed the head up and down, coating me in her wetness. Then she spat—once, twice—slicking everything. “The slicker, the less pain,” she said, voice husky. “Gonna slide right in, fill that pretty cunt.”

“Nala…” I said, locking eyes with her. “Are you sure?”

She nodded fast, then laughed through fresh tears. “Jeez, stop asking. You’re making me embarrassed.”

I leaned closer. “I’m lucky to have you.”

“I’m lucky to be saved by you, Evan.”

Tessa’s whisper kept coming, relentless. “Gonna ruin her for anyone else. She’ll never forget this cock. First one in, last one out.”

Nala lifted both arms, reaching for me. “Come, Evan.”

Jasmine guided me forward, the tip pressing against Nala’s entrance. I hugged her tight, chest to chest, her nipples hard through her shirt. Jasmine pushed slow. “There you go,” she purred. “Nice and deep into that virgin cunt. Look how she takes you.”

The head slipped in. Nala gasped, nails digging into my back. Tessa kept talking. “Feel that? Tight as fuck. She’s squeezing you already.”

Jasmine kept guiding. “Halfway now. Good girl, Nala. Take every inch.”

Kim had moved closer, perched on the next sunbed. Her hand was inside her shorts, fingers moving fast as she watched my cock disappear into Nala. “Fuck,” she breathed. “Look at that stretch.”

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by NovelKeep