Chapter 209: Chapter 209

Her walls clenched around my fingers like a vice, fresh wetness pouring down my hand. I pulled my tongue from her ass with a wet pop, dragged it down, and sucked her swollen clit into my mouth, flicking it fast and merciless. That broke her. Her whole body seized, thighs clamping around my head like she wanted to crush me. A muffled scream vibrated against her palm as her pussy spasmed and squirted in hot, messy pulses, drenching my chin, my neck, the floor tiles beneath us.

I didn’t give her a second to breathe. I shot to my feet, spun her around, and crushed my mouth to hers so she could taste everything—her pussy, her ass, pure depravity. She moaned into the kiss, tongue fighting mine, hands clawing at my belt like she was starving.

My cock was finally, painfully hard again. The danger of Ivy sleeping ten feet away had turned my exhausted body into a live wire. I shoved my pants down just enough to free myself, grabbed Delilah by the hips, and lifted her onto the counter. Her legs wrapped around my waist instantly, heels digging into my back.

“Put it in me,” she begged against my lips, voice shaking. “I need that big fucking cock stretching me right now—please—”

I lined up and slammed home in one brutal thrust. She was so wet there was almost no resistance—just tight, molten heat swallowing every inch until my balls pressed against her. We both groaned, foreheads pressed together, breathing each other’s air.

“Quiet,” I growled, starting to move. Slow, deep, grinding strokes that dragged along every nerve inside her. Her eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent scream.

Delilah bit her lip hard enough to leave marks. “Fuck me… fuck me while my daughter’s right there… make me your quiet little slut.”

I hooked my fingers into the neckline of her loose tank top and yanked it down. Her heavy, swollen tits spilled out.

“Shit, look at these,” I rasped, palming one roughly, feeling how full and sensitive they were. “So fucking heavy already. Can’t wait till they’re dripping with milk.”

I leaned in, sucked a nipple into my mouth hard, teeth grazing the peak. Delilah arched, a strangled whimper escaping as I flicked my tongue over it again and again, tasting the faint salt of her skin.

“One day soon,” I whispered against her wet nipple, “I’m gonna drink straight from these fat pregnant tits while I fuck you senseless.”

She shuddered violently, pussy clenching around my cock like a fist. “Fuck, yes, suck them harder—mark me while she sleeps—”

I switched to the other breast, biting down just enough to make her gasp, then soothing it with long, wet licks. Her hips started rolling on their own, grinding down to meet every thrust. I picked up speed, hips snapping hard enough that her ass slapped against the cabinets. Plates rattled in the cupboards, the sound barely covered by the TV.

I angled higher, pounding that spot again and again, and her second orgasm hit like a freight train—harder than the first. Her pussy clamped down so tight I saw stars, nails raking bloody lines down my back as she buried her face in my neck to muffle the scream. Her whole body convulsed, juices squirting around my cock with every brutal thrust, soaking my balls and the counter beneath us.

I was lost in it—lost in the wet heat, the danger, the way she was falling apart on my dick while her tits bounced against my chest, still glistening from my mouth—when we heard it.

“Mom…?”

Ivy’s sleepy voice, thick and confused. The couch creaked.

Delilah’s eyes flew wide open, panic and lust crashing together in a single electric second.

I didn’t think. I just moved.

I grabbed her wrist, yanked her off the counter, and dropped us both to the kitchen floor quickly. My back hit the cold tile hard enough to knock the air from my lungs; Delilah landed straddling me, my cock never leaving her pussy. She gasped, hands slapping over her mouth again as I pulled her down flush against my chest, shielding her with my body.

Ivy sat up on the couch, rubbing her eyes, hair a wild mess, blinking in the dim glow from the TV.

“Mom…?” she mumbled again, voice small and groggy.

Delilah’s pussy clenched around me in pure terror and thrill. I could feel her heartbeat hammering against my ribs, her breath coming in tiny panicked puffs.

Ivy yawned huge, looked around blearily for a few seconds, then flopped back down with a little whine. Within moments her breathing evened out again, soft and regular.

The second she was out, the animal took over.

I grabbed Delilah’s hips with both hands—hard enough to bruise—and started thrusting up into her with everything I had. Punishing, desperate strokes that lifted her whole body off the floor with every snap. She rode the momentum, grinding down to meet fiercely, both of us chasing silence and release like our lives depended on it.

“Look at you,” I whispered viciously against her ear, voice barely sound. “Dripping all over my cock while your daughter sleeps ten feet away. You love this, don’t you? Love being a filthy, risk-addicted mommy who can’t get enough of my dick.”

“Yes—God, yes—” she whimpered, tears of overstimulation in her eyes. “Use me… fuck me raw… make me cum again with her right there… I’m your dirty little secret, Evan—please—”

I slammed up harder, one hand clamped tight over her mouth, the other bruising her hip. Her eyes rolled back completely, pussy fluttering wildly around me like it was trying to suck my soul out.

I wasn’t done with her yet.

I slid my free hand down the sweat-slick curve of her back, fingers tracing the cleft of her ass until I found that tight little hole. I pressed one finger against it, slow circles, teasing.

Delilah’s entire body jolted. A muffled, desperate whine vibrated against my palm.

“You want it here too, don’t you?” I growled into her ear, voice barely a breath. “Want me to finger-fuck this perfect ass while I breed your pregnant pussy right under your daughter’s nose.”

She nodded frantically, eyes wide and glassy with lust and terror. I pushed in—one knuckle, then two—slow, relentless. Her ass clenched around my finger like it was starving, and her pussy spasmed so hard I almost lost it right there.

I added a second finger, scissoring gently, stretching her while I kept pounding up into her cunt. The double penetration made her shake like she was breaking apart. I could feel every flutter, every squeeze, every drop of slick that leaked out around my cock and down my balls.

“Fuck, you’re so tight back here,” I rasped. “Can’t wait till these tits are heavy with milk and I’m drinking straight from them while I ruin both your holes.”

I released her mouth just long enough to yank her tank top lower and latch onto one swollen nipple. I sucked hard—harder than before—tongue flicking, teeth grazing, imagining the sweet flood that would come in a few months. Delilah’s back arched so violently she nearly lifted off my cock.

“Yes—yes—suck my tits, baby,” she whimpered, voice cracking. “When they’re full I’m gonna feed you every drop while you fuck me senseless—gonna let you drink from Mommy while you breed me again—”

That did it.

Her third orgasm hit like a bomb. She went rigid, pussy and ass clamping down in perfect, brutal unison, a silent scream tearing from her throat as she came harder than I’d ever felt. Juices flooded out of her, soaking my cock, my balls, the tile, everything in a hot, endless rush.

The feeling of her milking me in both holes, the filthy promise of her future milk still on my tongue; it snapped the last thread of control I had.

I thrust up one final time and buried myself to the hilt, cock pulsing as I unloaded. It wasn’t the endless flood from the orgy—my tanks were still wrecked—but it was thick, hot, and felt like it would never stop. One, two, three, four, five heavy ropes painted her insides, each spurt making Delilah shudder and clench anew, milking me dry until I was jerking helplessly beneath her, vision whiting out.

We stayed like that—her trembling on top of me, my cock still twitching deep inside, both of us panting into each other’s necks—until the world came back into focus. The TV laughed. Ivy snored softly. The kitchen smelled like sex and utter ruin.

Delilah finally lifted her head, eyes glassy, lips swollen and red. She kissed me slow and deep, tasting both of us, smoke and sin and satisfaction.

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REPUTATION SYSTEM (LVL 11)

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VILLAIN░░░░░███░░░░░░░░░ HERO

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Betraying your friend:-15

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“You’re going to hell,” she whispered, smiling against my mouth.

“Taking you with me,” I whispered back, voice hoarse.

She laughed, breathless and wrecked, and rested her forehead against mine.

We were so fucked. And I’d never felt more alive.

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– Sexual Activity Completed

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Partner: Delilah

EXP Gained: +197

Reputation-Bad Bonus: +20

Star Rating: 4.5 ★★★★

Reason: –

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