The Heart System Chapter 501

Her body lay sprawled across the bed, the charcoal lace bodysuit pulled high, exposing her pale thighs parted in blatant invitation. I shed my remaining garments, my erection rigid and pulsing with urgent desire to complete our interrupted passion. Mounting the mattress, its springs groaned in objection as I positioned myself between her legs.

"You’re a bad mother, Delilah," I snarled, securing her wrists overhead against the headboard with my grip.

"And you’re a very bad friend, Evan," she shot back, her pelvis lifting eagerly toward me. "Now quit chatting and stuff me full."

No second invitation required. I aligned my tip and plunged in with a single, forceful thrust. Delilah muffled a cry into the pillows, her spine arching sharply as I filled her completely. The rub of sheets on her flesh combined with my weight pressing her down generated an overwhelming, heady warmth.

I pounded into her relentlessly. Every plunge deep and powerful, our flesh meeting in resounding, slick smacks that broke the room’s quiet. Gentleness was absent; I craved her sensing my full length, etching this memory into her mind whenever she eyed this bed tonight.

"Is this your desire?" I demanded, voice husky with arousal. "Me claiming you savagely in her bed? Marking my territory right here?"

"Yes! Oh god, yes!" she cried, nails scraping the headboard. "Harder, Evan! No mercy! Make me feel you slamming my womb’s depths!"

Adjusting hold, I freed her wrists to seize her waist, thumbs pressing into hips for leverage. Tempo surged, motions a whirlwind of raw force. I hammered fiercely, breaths ragged bursts as overstimulation peaked. The bold thrill of defiling Ivy’s haven while her mom bore my offspring hurtled me toward climax quicker than anticipated.

Delilah babbled senselessly, moans dissolving into shrill, needy begs. Head thrashing side to side, hair splayed like shadowy aura on the pillow. Each deep impact drew choked gasps, her depths spasming wildly around my length.

"You grip me so fiercely," I whispered harshly, teeth nipping her neck’s tense line. "As if crafted solely to sheath me."

"I was... I am..." she gasped, words fracturing. "I’m yours, Evan. All of it... yours completely."

My palm slid lower, thumb circling her clit with urgent, vibrating strokes amid the relentless pounding below. Dual onslaught overwhelmed her. Eyes fluttered shut, breath seizing in prolonged, voiceless ecstasy cry. My core tightened with insistent, pounding pressure signaling imminent eruption.

"Come on, Delilah. Release it. Surrender," I urged, rhythm exploding into frenzied finale.

She crested first. Body locked taut, toes clenching as colossal orgasm ripped through. Prolonged keen faded to shattered sobs, her core vise-gripping in torturous squeeze.

Her climax crashing over me proved final trigger. Deep growl escaped as head tilted back, unleashing torrent within. Peak shattered like system overload—blazing jolts wrung from my essence. I flooded her relentlessly, scorching deluge overflowing, frame shuddering violently.

We lingered entangled mid-bed, pulses thundering in unison. Silence returned, save faint rain tapping window.

Gradually, I withdrew. Wet pop echoed lingeringly. I flopped onto floral coverlet, limbs heavy as iron, lungs laboring for air. Delilah rolled aside, sheen of perspiration aglow, breaths shallow and ragged.

Ceiling gaze fixed on childhood glow-stars likely Ivy’s, long weary exhale followed.

"Well," I huffed, voice faint echo. "That was... intense."

Delilah’s soft, winded laugh bubbled; hand groped blindly for mine amid sheets, squeezing tenderly, lids shut in blissful victory.

"I think... I’ll require a lengthy slumber," she murmured.

"Hold off," I replied, grin forming as phone buzzed from pants heap. "Suspect our window’s closing."

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Two hours elapsed since Ivy entered mall; bedroom air hung heavy with musk and brine. Floral duvet resembled warzone—twisted, sweat-soaked, strewn with damp tissues under lamp glow. Empty bottles scattered floor from hasty intermissions.

From rear, hands sank into Delilah’s plush hips, thrusting steadily. Slick forms glided with resonant, moist claps piercing stillness. Face plunged into Ivy’s pillow, her stifled moans hummed through bedding on full penetration.

Abrupt phone trill sliced haze, device rattling nightstand. Rhythm unbroken, I stretched, muscles taut, unlocking screen.

Ivy calling.

Phone to ear, torso panting, hips unyielding as I plundered her mom.

"Ivy... hey," I gasped, tone gravelly.

"Hey..." Ivy replied, lively amid mall din. "You sound winded. Jogging or what?"

Eyes squeezed shut briefly, jaw clenched at Delilah’s piercing yelp. Palm cupped her mouth softly, muting; elongated, deliberate drive probed deep.

"Did... squats," I rasped, straining casual amid inferno below. "Keeping... fit, yeah?"

Muffled mirth buzzed against hand; her form quivered, gaze alight with frightful glee. Tension rippled inside chaotically, yet she urged on.

"Squats? Saturday? Total geek, Evan," Ivy giggled. "Mall flopped. Bumped Sarah, shoe-gawked unaffordably for hour. Fine distraction from... stuff."

"Good... great, Ivy," I ground out, teeth bared through staccato jabs. "Happy you... escaped."

"Yeah. Done now. Feet ache. Pick me? North entrance fountain."

Delilah’s visage watched, lip-chewed, crimson blaze as daughter chatted. Forbidden spike honed us razor-sharp. Clasp tightened waist, ferocity ramped, inhales snagging.

"Sure... twenty minutes," I vowed, sight hazed by overload crest.

"Twenty? Traffic hell? Usually ten from yours," Ivy queried, hint wary.

"Construction," fibbed, growl slipping as she bowed, depths iron-trapping. "Main... road mess."

"Ugh, classic. Fine, rush—it’s chilly. Oh, Mom chat? No text replies all day."

Glanced down; her stare locked, misty, pleasure-tear trailing. Bent low, torso melding back, phone firm.

"She’s... napping likely," murmured device-ward, pelvis blurring onslaught.

"I bet. She’s been so moody lately."