The Heart System

Chapter 942: Chapter 942

I kept moving through it, slow but deep, feeling every strong pulse of her orgasm around me. The way she squeezed and fluttered pushed me right to the edge. My cock throbbed hard inside her, the pressure building fast at the base of my spine. I was close, dangerously close, but I held back, grinding through the last of her climax while she trembled and gasped beneath me.

I pulled out of her with a wet sound and gave her ass a firm slap that left a faint red mark on the soft skin. Delilah let out a short, surprised moan.

"Get on all fours," I said, voice still rough. "I want to watch that ass bounce while I fuck you."

She chuckled under her breath, still a little breathless from the last orgasm, then rolled over and pushed herself up onto her hands and knees. The red outfit was still tangled around her waist. She arched her back, presenting herself, and glanced over her shoulder with a small, knowing smile.

I moved in behind her, gripped her hips, and lined myself up. One smooth thrust and I was buried inside her again. The new angle was tighter, the view better. Every time I drove forward her ass jiggled softly against my hips. I started with deep, measured strokes, watching the way her flesh moved with each impact.

"Fuck, look at that," I muttered. "This perfect ass bouncing on my cock. You have no idea how good this looks."

Delilah pushed back to meet me, the wet sound of our bodies filling the room. I gave her another solid slap on the right cheek, hard enough to make the flesh ripple, then switched to the left. She moaned and arched lower, giving me an even better angle.

I picked up the pace, hands locked on her waist, pulling her back onto every thrust. The bed creaked under the force. Her soft tits hung beneath her, swaying with the rhythm. I reached forward, grabbed a handful of her hair, and tugged just enough to make her lift her head.

"That’s it," I said, voice low and filthy. "Take it. Let me use this pussy while I watch your ass shake. You’re so fucking wet for me right now."

She answered with a broken little sound and pushed back harder. I slapped her again, sharper this time, then soothed the stinging skin with my palm before delivering another. Her arms started to shake. She dropped to her elbows, face pressed into the pillow, ass still high and open for me.

I kept the rhythm, hips snapping forward, watching every jiggle and ripple of her soft flesh. The wet, filthy noise of my cock driving in and out of her grew louder. Sweat ran down my back. The pressure at the base of my spine built fast and heavy.

"I’m close," I groaned, slamming into her harder. "I’m going to fill you up. Take every drop..."

She moaned into the pillow and pushed back one last time, meeting me as deep as she could.

The orgasm hit me hard.

I buried myself to the hilt and came in thick, pulsing ropes, flooding her while my hips jerked through every strong release. The heat and pressure of it, combined with how high my Pleasure skill had climbed, was enough to push her straight over the edge again.

Delilah’s whole body locked up. A sharp, muffled cry left her throat as she came, pussy fluttering and squeezing around my still-spurting cock in tight, rhythmic waves. She shook under me for several long seconds, then went soft, breathing hard into the pillow while I stayed buried inside her, riding out the last weaker throbs of my own climax.

Well... I wasn’t done.

I stayed inside her for a few more slow, deep thrusts, hips rolling through the last fading pulses of my orgasm. Loud, rough moans left my throat with every movement. Then I pulled back carefully, watching the way her pussy clung to me, reluctant to let go until the very tip finally slipped free. Thick cum immediately followed, spilling out of her in a slow, heavy stream that ran down the soft curve of her pussy and over her thighs.

I leaned forward without thinking and dragged my tongue over her tight asshole.

Delilah’s whole body jolted. A surprised, breathy moan spilled out of her.

"What a dirty boy you are, Mr. Marlowe," she said, still on all fours, glancing back over her shoulder. "You even called me a slut just now."

I stopped licking for a second, forehead resting against the soft cheek of her ass. "Sorry. Heat of the moment."

She reached back with one hand, found the back of my head, and pushed my face firmly against her asshole.

"Here’s what heat of the moment looks like, you bad boy."

She pushed her hips back at the same time, grinding her ass against my mouth so that I had no choice but to keep my tongue on her. The soft, warm skin pressed against my face. I couldn’t breathe properly. My tongue moved automatically, circling and pressing while she held me there, moaning softly at the feeling. Internally I was already regretting every filthy word I’d said earlier. She kept me locked in place for several long seconds before finally releasing the pressure on my head.

I dropped onto my back on the bed, chest rising and falling hard, still trying to catch my breath. My cock was still half-hard, shiny with her juices and my own cum, resting against my stomach.

Delilah moved with slow, deliberate confidence. She crawled up until she was kneeling above me, then straightened so she was standing over my hips on the mattress. From this angle I had a perfect view of her body... soft stomach, heavy tits still half-covered by the tangled red outfit, thighs already shiny with everything that had leaked out of her. She bent her knees, reached down, and wrapped her fingers around my still-sensitive cock. The touch alone made me twitch.

She lined the head up with her entrance and sank down in one smooth motion.