Chapter 85: Climax

She pulled me down by the neck, and the kiss she gave me was not soft.

It was open, wet, her tongue tasting her own slick off my mouth while her knees stayed up and I stayed buried. Evelyn broke it only to breathe against my lips.

"Last time," she said. "Mommy’s going to use you until I can’t. Then we stop. Not before."

"Okay."

"Hands under my knees. Fold me. I want it deep enough to feel in my stomach."

I hooked her knees and pressed them toward her shoulders. The angle opened her, and the next thrust went further than any of the slow ones. Evelyn’s mouth fell open. A raw sound left her, not the teaching hum, something closer to a cry.

"There. That. Don’t go back to the gentle one."

I fucked her like that.

Not a circle. Not a plug. Long strokes that ended in a wet slap, her folded body taking the weight, pussy already ruined and still gripping. The mess inside her squelched out around me and she did not tell me to push it back. She told me to keep going through it.

"Hah... hah... good... mommy can hear how wet she is..."

"You’re dripping on the bed."

"Let it drip. Fuck the drip."

I did.

Her breasts shook each time I bottomed out. Sweat gathered at her throat. She held her own knees for me so my hands could go to her waist, and I pulled her onto the thrusts. The sound changed. Louder. A steady, filthy clap, her hole swallowing me and giving me back shiny.

Evelyn’s eyes stayed on mine.

"Look at mommy while you do it. I want to see the face you make when you’re about to come in me for the last time."

I looked.

She was flushed to the chest, hair stuck to her cheek, mouth wet. Every deep stroke punched a breath out of her. Her pussy started that hard flutter, the one that meant she was close, and this time she did not ask me to hold still.

"Don’t stop when I come. Fuck me through it. That’s the last lesson."

She broke on the next thrust.

Her whole body jerked, pussy clamping, a hot splash hitting my hips as she came with her mouth open and no hand over it. I kept moving. The squeeze tried to lock me and I stroked through it, wet and relentless, and the orgasm dragged into another before she could close her legs.

"Ah... ah... baby... still... still going..."

"You said don’t stop."

"I know what I said." Her voice cracked into a laugh that was half moan. "Mommy’s shaking. Don’t you dare get gentle now."

I folded her tighter and gave her shorter, meaner strokes right against the spot that made her stomach jump. Evelyn clawed the sheet. Her pussy poured. Clear and thick mixed, running down her ass, the bed dark under her. I felt my own edge hit and did not slow.

"Mom. Now."

"Inside. Last one. Fill me and keep fucking until it won’t go in clean."

I slammed deep and came.

It pulsed hard, hotter for being held, spilling into a hole that was already clenching around me. Evelyn moaned through every shot and rolled her hips to meet them, taking it, then gasped when I did not stop moving after.

The slide went sloppy immediately. White and clear frothed at her entrance. Each thrust pushed a little out and a little deeper, a wet squelch that filled the room. She was oversensitive, twitching, and she still held her knees up.

"Hah... too much... don’t stop... mommy can take the too much..."

I fucked her through the mess.

Her clit rubbed my pelvis on the deep strokes. She came again, smaller, sharper, a broken sound, thighs shaking against my arms. I was still hard enough to keep the rhythm, oversensitive myself, the drag of her swollen pussy almost too much and not enough to quit.

Evelyn grabbed my face.

"Mouth. I want your mouth on me while you’re still wet from me. Pull out."

I pulled out.

A heavy rush followed, spilling down her ass. She did not close her legs. She pulled my head down and I put my mouth on her open, leaking pussy and sucked. The taste was everything from the afternoon at once. She bucked against my tongue, one hand in my hair, the other spreading herself so I could get the last of it.

"Drink it. That’s yours. Clean mommy and then put it back in for the end."

I drank what I could. Licked her clit until she jolted. Then she tugged me up and guided me in again with her own hand, a filthy wet slide straight to the root.

She wrapped her legs around my waist and held me there, no more folding, just locked.

"Stay," she whispered, wrecked and smiling. "One more minute inside. Then you pull out and we look at it together. After that, mommy is done. You already ruined me." ℯℯ𝑙.

I stayed, throbbing in the soak of her, her pussy fluttering around the last of it.

Evelyn kissed my jaw.

"When I say now," she murmured, "pull out slow. I want to feel it leave. And I want you to watch what comes out of your mother."

Her legs tightened.

"Now."

No. That was the cut. This is the rest.

She said now, and I pulled out slow.

The drag was long. Her pussy clung to every inch, swollen and reluctant, and Evelyn’s mouth opened as the head slipped free with a wet sound. For a second she stayed open around nothing. Then it came.

A thick, cloudy rush spilled out of her, heavier than the leaks from before, running over her ass and onto the sheet in a shining line. Another pulse followed, thinner, mixed with her own slick. She did not close her legs. She looked down at it, then at me, chest still rising hard.

"See?" she said, voice wrecked. "That’s what staying did."

I watched it leave her. Her hole fluttered, pushed out a little more, then eased. The mess pooled under her, white and clear, a string still connecting her to the head of my cock until it broke.

Evelyn reached down and touched herself, not to start again, just to feel how open she was. Her fingers came away shiny. She held them up between us.

"Taste the last of it."

I sucked her fingers clean. Salt, her, me. She watched my mouth and let out a shaky breath that was almost a laugh.

"Enough," she said. "Mommy can’t take another one. My legs won’t hold me if you put it back."

She let her knees fall to the side. The loss of the pose made more of it slip out, a slow tick down her thigh. She winced, not in pain, just at the feeling, and pulled me down beside her instead of on top of her.

"Lie here. Don’t touch it unless I put your hand there."

I lay on my side. She guided my palm to the inside of her thigh, above the mess, not on her pussy. Her skin was hot. She was still fluttering under the skin, little aftershocks I could feel through my hand.

"That’s the end," she murmured. "You ruined mommy properly. It’s going to leak for a while. You’re going to stay and feel it, and you’re not going to ask for again tonight"

A fresh trickle reached my fingers. Warm. She noticed and smiled, tired and filthy, and did not move my hand away.