The Heart System Chapter 502

I remained silent. Words failed me. Pressure inside was surging to an explosive peak, a searing blast gathering in my core. Delilah succumbed first, her form seizing in quivering rigidity as ecstasy claimed her. That rush of her climax washing through me proved the breaking point.

One final thrust, profound and ruinous, drove me fully sheathed. A prolonged, hoarse groan escaped me, head tilting rearward as I erupted far within Ivy’s mother.

"Anyway, see you in a bit, Evan."

"Yea... yeah..." I gasped into the phone, my tone a shattered remnant. "I’m... I’m cumming..."

Fuck. So much seed flooded her pussy it overflowed onto the bedding. Damn, we trashed her room good, didn’t we?

"Great," Ivy replied, blind to the innuendo. "See you."

The call ended with a faint click.

I lingered a moment, pressed against Delilah’s back, pulse thundering wildly along her spine. Twitches lingered, orgasm’s echoes surging as I emptied fully into her. The room’s quiet returned, thick with the weight of our concealed deed.

Gradually, I lowered the phone from my ear, gazing at its blank display. My eyes shifted to Delilah, now slumped into the cushions, breaths ragged and fractured.

"We... we gotta go," I huffed, voice unsteady. "She’s... she’s expecting us."

Delilah stayed put. A faint, winded chuckle slipped out as her hand trailed back to tap my thigh feebly.

"You’re a very bad man, Evan Marlowe," she murmured.

"And you’re a very bad mother," I shot back, withdrawing with a slick, resounding pop. "Now get moving. We have a daughter to fetch."

I gazed down at Delilah, chest rising and falling sharply, sweat trickling from my jaw to her shoulder. The chamber reeked of disheveled linens and the sharp tang of our mutual depletion, yet as I began to withdraw, her fingers clamped my wrist with fierce grip, nails biting flesh.

"One more round?" she breathed, tone husky and urgently defiant. Eyes gleamed black, pupils vast, devouring the hazel in ravenous need fueled by our perilous thrill.

A rough, incredulous laugh burst from me, gaze lifting briefly to the whirling ceiling fan. "Fuck... you really are a bad mother, Mrs. Komb. Ivy’s right by the fountain waiting, and you crave another go?"

"She can spare ten minutes," Delilah panted, flipping onto her back and yanking me close by the neck. "Make them count, Evan."

No further urging required. Phone call’s rush hadn’t ebbed; it twisted into wild fervor. I seized her hips, dragging her to Ivy’s bed’s brink. Perched at mattress’s edge, soles grounded on rug, I drew her atop me.

I positioned her for intense reverse straddle. Back to my chest she settled, then bent forward till bosom neared thighs, hands clutching bedpost for balance. My still-throbbing, rigid length, undiminished post-climax, I steered back into her drenched core.

Penetration came slick and weighty, drawing twin gasps. Her folded stance amplified the penetration. Each vein along my girth scraped her inner folds with scorching drag.

"Nnh... god, Evan... that’s... it’s so deep," she wailed, knuckles blanching on the post.

"You wanted this," I groaned, palms encircling her midriff, hauling her into each rising hip thrust.

A relentless rhythm ignited. Seated with her inclined, depth bowed to my command. Each forward snap jolted her frame, inner walls spasming in chaotic grips. Room filled with bed’s groaning protests, our labored, whistling inhales.

"Is this... bad enough... for you?" I growled, voice cracking.

Arms circled her, palms claiming breasts via ripped lace. I plundered her utterly, pace frenzied as excess sensation dominated. Her skin’s blaze pulsed, arousal’s musk palpable on tongue.

Delilah vanished in bliss. Head lolled to my shoulder, lips parted in wordless rapture. Each plunge struck her essence’s heart, taboo igniting her senses like fuel to flame. Quakes racked her, thighs battering my legs.

"I’m... I’m going... Evan, please!" she screamed, cry rebounding in Ivy’s haven.

I refused mercy. Drives escalated to savage finale. My core’s blaze crested uncontainably. Fingers dipped low, thumb assaulting her clit with fevered circles—the tipping force.

Delilah fragmented.

Frame locked rigid, spine bowing to snapping point. Prolonged wail fractured into whimpers as her core clamped in convulsive vise. Her peak’s torrent, merged with excruciating squeeze, hurled me beyond restraint.