The Heart System

Chapter 588

I started pumping my finger in and out of her ass while my tongue returned to lick around it, licking her stretched rim, sucking on the sensitive skin, and occasionally pushing my tongue in alongside my finger.

By the time I added a second finger, Delilah was moaning uncontrollably, her knees shaking as she kept her ass spread wide for me.

When her hole was nice and relaxed, shiny with spit and greedily gripping my fingers, I finally pulled back. I stood up, breathing heavily, my face wet with saliva. Grabbing my rock-hard cock, I slapped the heavy, throbbing shaft against her spread ass several times.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

Thick, wet sounds echoed as my cock left glistening marks across her juicy cheeks.

I reached out and grabbed her waist, my fingers digging into the soft skin of her hips to anchor her. I took my cock, which was throbbing with a heavy pulse, and positioned the head against that tight, puckered entrance. I felt the heat radiating from her, a fever that made my vision tunnel.

I gave a firm, steady push, but I hit a wall. Delilah’s breath hitched, a sharp, jagged gasp escaping her as her fingers dug into the edge of the wardrobe.

"Wait... Evan, wait," she whispered, her voice a fragile thread of sound. "It’s so... you’re so big. It’s been so long."

"Just breathe, Delilah," I said, leaning down so my chest was pressed against her back. I buried my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the scent of her damp skin. "Relax for me. You’re already open, you just need to let it happen."

I tried again. I felt the ring of her muscle stretch, resisting the intrusion with a stubborn, tight friction. I pulled back a fraction, then drove forward once more. It was a slow, agonizing inch-by-inch battle, the head of my cock stretching her rim until it was white with tension.

On the third try, the resistance finally snapped. With a low, wet sound, a heavy, muffled pop, I slid home. The sensation was incredible; the ring of her muscle was a tight, punishing vice that squeezed the breath right out of my lungs. I buried myself to the very hilt, the impact of our hips meeting echoing through the quiet room.

Delilah let out a long, shattered moan that started deep in her throat and ended in a high-pitched wail. Her head fell forward against the wall, her spine arching so hard I thought she might break.

"Oh god... Evan... you’re... you’re all the way in," she choked out, her voice trembling with the shock of the fullness.

"I told you I’d fit," I rasped, my hands moving from her waist to her heavy breasts, squeezing them with a possessive force. I stayed still for a moment, letting the internal ripples of her shock wash over me. She was pulsing around me, her body trying to accommodate the depth of the intrusion. "You feel amazing, Delilah. So tight. It’s like you were made to be stretched like this."

I began to move, a slow, agonizingly deliberate withdrawal that made her whimper, followed by a deep, heavy thrust that bottomed out against her. Every time I pushed forward, I felt her entire frame shudder, her internal walls gripping me with a desperate, frantic intensity.

"Is it too much?" I whispered, my lips brushing against her earlobe. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No! Don’t you... don’t you dare stop," she cried out, her head thrashing from side to side. "It’s... it’s too much but I need it. I need you to fill me up."

I picked up the rhythm, the pace shifting from a cautious crawl to a driving force. The sound of our bodies meeting was a wet slapping that filled the bedroom, a primal, raw sound that drowned out the city noise outside.

I delivered a sharp, stinging slap to the reddened skin of her thigh. The sound was like a gunshot, and the shock of it sent a fresh jolt of adrenaline through her.

"You’re taking this like a champ, Delilah," I muttered, my voice dropping into a dark, possessive register. "Spreading yourself for me right next to those family photos. You’re a greedy one, aren’t you?"

"Yes... yes, Evan... I am," she sobbed, her fingers scratching at the wood of the wardrobe.

I shifted the angle, hoisting one of her legs up onto the side of the bed so I could drive even deeper. The new position was punishing, putting the weight of the act entirely on my core and her endurance, but neither of us cared. I was seeing red, the friction of her tight heat building into a white-hot ache in my gut. Every time I withdrew, the suction was so intense it felt like she was trying to pull the very soul out of me.

I moved my hand from her hip down to her pussy, which was dripping and swollen. I found her clit, rubbing it in a fast, buzzing circle as I continued to pound into her ass. The double assault was more than she could handle. Her moans turned into short, sharp barks of pleasure, her body vibrating against mine.

"That’s it," I encouraged, my pace becoming a blurring vibration. "Work for me, Delilah. Show me how much you love having your holes used."

I watched her in the mirror of the wardrobe, her face was flushed, her eyes rolled back, her mouth hanging open in a silent scream. She looked completely undone, a beautiful, wrecked mess of a woman.

I reached down, guiding her own hand to her pussy. "Do it. Play with yourself while I fuck your ass. I want to see you finish."

Delilah didn’t need to be told twice. Her fingers found her center, working with a frantic, desperate speed that matched my rhythm. The sight of her own fingers disappearing into her soaking wet pussy while I was buried deep in her back door was almost enough to push me over the edge, but I held back, grinding my teeth against the pressure.

"Oh god... Evan! I’m... I’m right there!" she wailed, her body starting to go rigid.

"Take it!" I roared, delivering a series of powerful, bottoming-out thrusts.

"EVAN, EVAN, EVAN...!"