The Heart System

Chapter 941: Chapter 941

I picked up the pace a little, short hard strokes that made her tits bounce under me. One of my hands slid down between our bodies and found her clit, rubbing firm circles in time with my thrusts. Delilah’s legs tightened around me. Her head tipped back against the pillow, mouth open.

"That’s my girl," I murmured. "Take it. Let me feel you cum on my cock."

Her breathing turned ragged. The scratches on my back stung in the best way every time she dragged her nails across the same paths. I kept talking, low, filthy encouragement mixed with how good she felt, how tight she was getting, how I could already feel her starting to shake. Every word seemed to push her closer.

I shifted my weight, hooked one of her legs higher over my arm, and drove into her at a deeper angle. The new position made her cry out. Her hands flew back to my shoulders and held on hard, nails biting into the skin.

"Evan, fuck, I’m... I’m close... "

"I know. I can feel it. Your pussy’s trying to milk me already." I kept the steady, relentless rhythm, thumb still working her clit. "Let go for me. Cum all over my cock like a good girl."

Delilah’s whole body tensed under me. Her legs locked tighter around my waist. A long, broken moan tore out of her throat as the orgasm hit; strong, rolling contractions that squeezed my cock in tight, rhythmic pulses. Her nails raked hard down my back one last time while she came, hips jerking up to meet every thrust, soft desperate sounds spilling from her open mouth. Warm wetness spilled around my shaft as she rode it out, trembling and clinging to me.

I kept moving through it, slow and deep, letting her feel every inch while the climax rolled through her in waves.

I stayed buried inside her for a few more deep strokes while she was still trembling from the first orgasm, then shifted my weight. I pulled back just enough to hook my hands under her knees and push them up toward her chest. Delilah understood immediately. She reached down, grabbed the backs of her own knees, and pulled them higher, folding herself open so her thighs pressed against the sides of her torso. The new angle tilted her hips up and left her completely exposed under me.

I planted my hands on either side of her head, braced myself above her, and drove back in.

The position let me sink deeper than before. Every thrust bottomed out hard, the head of my cock pressing against the softest part of her while her folded legs kept her locked in place. Delilah’s mouth fell open on a long, broken moan. Her fingers tightened around her own knees, holding herself open for me.

"Fuck... that’s deep," she gasped.

I started moving in long and heavy strokes that used the full length of my cock. The wet sound of my hips meeting her ass filled the room. From this angle I could see everything: the way her pussy stretched around me, the soft jiggle of her tits with every impact, the flush climbing her chest.

"Look at you," I muttered, voice rough. "Holding yourself open like a good little slut so I can bury myself in this tight cunt. You’re taking it so deep, Delilah. Almost like you were made for this."

She moaned and nodded, eyes half-lidded, still gripping her knees. "Yes... keep talking. Keep fucking me just like that."

I put more force behind the next few thrusts, watching her body rock under me. "This is what you wanted the second Ivy left, isn’t it? Your daughter’s best friend folding you in half and using your pussy like it belongs to him. You’re dripping all over the sheets."

Delilah’s breath hitched. She didn’t argue. She just pulled her knees higher and let out another needy sound. The slight degradation only seemed to make her wetter; I could feel the fresh slickness coating my cock with every stroke.

"That’s it," I said, slamming in harder. "Take every fucking inch. You’re not going anywhere until I’m done with this hole. Keep those legs up. Show me how much you can take."

She moaned louder, the sound turning almost continuous. Her nails dug into the soft skin behind her knees as she held the position. Every time I bottomed out she clenched around me, the tight heat fluttering and squeezing. I leaned more of my weight forward, changing the angle so the head of my cock dragged against her front wall on every thrust. Delilah’s eyes fluttered shut.

"Evan, fuck, you’re so deep!"

"I know. And you’re still begging for more." I kept the relentless pace, the wet slap of skin on skin growing louder. "Look at this perfect little cunt swallowing me. You’re such a filthy woman, letting your daughter’s friend wreck you like this while she’s out with her friends. Does it turn you on knowing how wrong this is?"

"Yes," she breathed, voice shaking. "Yes, it does. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop."

I fucked her harder, using the folded position to drive as deep as her body would allow. Delilah’s moans climbed higher. Her arms started to tremble from holding her own legs, but she refused to let go. I reached down with one hand and rubbed firm circles over her swollen clit while I kept thrusting, the dual stimulation making her hips jerk.

"You’re getting close again," I told her, watching her face. "I can feel that greedy pussy starting to twitch. You’re going to cum on my cock while you’re folded open like this, aren’t you? Going to soak me while I use you."

She nodded frantically, unable to form full words. Soft, desperate sounds spilled out of her with every deep stroke. Her body was flushed from the chest up. Sweat glistened on her skin. The sheets under her ass were already dark with how wet she was.

I kept the same brutal rhythm, cock slamming home again and again while my thumb worked her clit. The dirty talk stayed low and constant, how tight she was, how well she took it, how she looked like she was made to be used exactly like this. Delilah soaked up every word, moaning louder, legs shaking in her own grip.

"That’s my good slut," I moaned, thrusting harder. "Cum for me. Let me feel that pussy milk my cock while you’re all folded up and helpless."

The second orgasm hit her harder than the first.

She shook under me, still holding her knees, mouth open in a silent scream while the climax ripped through her in long, shuddering waves.