The Heart System Chapter 500

I carried her into the living room and lowered her gently onto the plush leather couch, giving her a moment to catch her breath. My clothes came off in a frantic blur, my eyes locked on her as she stretched out, parting her legs in an invitation that could have melted stone.

I moved between her thighs, inhaling the intoxicating blend of expensive perfume and her natural arousal. Skipping the slow build, I gripped her hips, my thumbs pressing into her soft skin as I aligned myself with her entrance. She was already slick, a glistening promise that I claimed with one powerful, singular thrust.

“Nnh... fuck, Evan!” she cried out, her back arching off the leather as I buried myself to the hilt.

The heat was overwhelming. Her pregnancy only heightened her sensitivity, making her feel tighter and far more urgent. I paused for a moment, letting her body adjust to the stretch, my hands moving upward to cup her breasts through the sheer lace of her bodysuit.

“You’re so incredibly full, Delilah,” I groaned, resting my forehead against hers. “Every time I’m here, you feel even better than before.”

“Then don’t just stay there,” she gasped, her fingers digging into my shoulders. “Move. I want to feel you hitting the back.”

I began a deep, punishing rhythm. Leaning over her with my weight on my forearms, I snapped my hips forward with primal intensity. The couch groaned and squeaked under us, a rhythmic soundtrack to the wet, slapping sound of our bodies colliding. Every heavy thrust made her head rock from side to side.

“Is this what you wanted?” I asked, increasing my pace until we were a blur of motion. “Sending me those photos while I was with Ivy? You wanted me to come here and rail you just like this?”

“Yes! Fuck, yes!” she sobbed, hiking her legs up higher, her heels clawing into the back of the couch for leverage. “I needed you to remind me who I belong to. I wanted you to fill me up while she’s out shopping.”

I adjusted my grip, pulling her asscheeks closer to fully merge our bodies. The angle was perfect, every strike hitting exactly where she needed it most. I could feel her internal tension mounting, her pussy pulsing and clenching around me in desperate, rhythmic waves.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” I hissed, my teeth grazing her ear. “Like a faucet. I bet you’ve been thinking about this since I left this morning.”

“I haven’t... nnh... I haven’t thought of anything else!”

Delilah was rapidly approaching her limit. Her breath turned into sharp, high-pitched whistles, and her nails left thin red streaks down my back. I ramped up the intensity, my thrusts becoming short, violent jolts as my muscles coiled with the effort of pushing her over the edge. I reached between us, my thumb finding her clit to apply a frantic, buzzing pressure that shattered her control.

Then it happened.

Her body stiffened, toes curling as she let out a long, fractured scream that faded into broken whimpers. Her pussy went into a crushing, involuntary lockdown, her muscles squeezing my cock so hard it felt almost painful. She clung to that wave for a long, grueling minute, her release washing over me in a hot, frantic gush that soaked my thighs and the leather beneath us.

She slumped back, chest heaving and eyes glazed over. But I wasn't finished. I refused to slow down, maintaining that relentless, heavy pace even as she sobbed into my shoulder.

“Evan... wait... I just...”

“I told you, Delilah,” I moaned, my jaw set as I continued to ravage her. “I’m fucking you until she arrives. We’re only beginning.”

Gripping her waist tighter, I moved my hips with tireless energy. I remained rock-hard, my pulse drumming in my ears as I observed her wrecked, exquisite face.

Delilah gasped for air, head lolling on the cushion while her body trembled with aftershocks. I kept up the steady, heavy pounding that kept her pinned. Watching her eyes fight to focus on mine, the haze of pleasure left her looking beautifully undone.

Suddenly, a wicked, jagged smile tugged at her lips. She reached up, tangling her fingers in my hair to pull me down until our lips brushed. Her breath was hot, scented with the coffee we had finished and the raw hunger that had been simmering all day.

“Evan...” she whispered, her voice carrying a ragged, conspiratorial tone. “Not here. Not the couch.”

“Where then?” I grunted, my thrusts turning sharp and intense.

“Ivy’s room,” she hissed, eyes flashing with dangerous, forbidden intent. “Carry me to her bed. Fuck me right where she sleeps. I want to feel you claiming me in her space while she wastes her time.”

“Fuck, I love you.”

Uh-oh. More points toward Villain. That’s... not good.

The suggestion hit me like a physical blow. The taboo, the brazen risk, sent a fresh surge of heat straight to my groin. I pulled out of her with a wet, suctioning sound that filled the silent living room, and before she could catch her breath, I hooked my arms under her knees and lifted her up.

I carried her down the hall, our sweat-slicked skin clinging together. I pushed Ivy’s bedroom door open with my shoulder. The room was tidy, fragrant with lavender and a faint trace of perfume. I tossed Delilah onto the center of the floral duvet, the mattress sinking under our combined weight.