The Heart System

Chapter 502: Chapter 502

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. The internal pressure was reaching a boiling point, a white-hot explosion building in my gut. I felt Delilah break first, her body going into a total, trembling lockdown as she hit her peak. The sensation of her release flooding over me was the final straw.

I pushed once more, a deep, devastating strike that buried me to the very hilt. I let out a long, ragged moan, my head falling back as I exploded deep inside Ivy’s mother.

“Anyway, see you in a bit, Evan.”

“Yea… yeah…” I breathed into the receiver, my voice a wrecked ghost of itself. “I’m… I’m cumming…”

Fuck. I was cumming so much in her cunt it was spilling out onto the sheets. Damn, we really made a mess in her room, huh?

“Great,” Ivy said, completely oblivious to the double meaning. “See you.”

The line went dead with a soft click.

I stayed there for a beat, pinned to Delilah’s back, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her spine. I was still twitching, the remnants of the orgasm pulsing through me as I poured everything I had into her. The silence of the room rushed back in, heavy and weighted with the secret we’d just shared.

Slowly, I pulled the phone away from my ear and stared at the dark screen. I looked down at Delilah, who had finally collapsed into the pillows, her breathing coming in shallow, wrecked sobs.

“We… we have to move,” I panted, my voice shaking. “She’s… she’s waiting.”

Delilah didn’t move. She just let out a soft, breathless laugh, her hand reaching back to weakly pat my thigh.

“You’re a very bad man, Evan Marlowe,” she whispered.

“And you’re a very bad mother,” I countered, finally sliding out of her with a wet, heavy pop. “Now get up. We have a daughter to pick up.”

looked down at Delilah, my chest heaving as the sweat dripped from my chin onto her shoulder. The room was a mess of tangled sheets and the heavy, metallic scent of our shared exhaustion, but as I started to pull away, her hand shot back. She gripped my wrist with surprising strength, her fingers digging into my skin.

“One more round?” she whispered, her voice a smoky, desperate challenge. Her eyes were dark, dilated so wide that the hazel was almost gone, swallowed by a hunger that seemed to feed on the very risk we were taking.

I let out a ragged, disbelief-filled chuckle, my head falling back for a second as I stared at the ceiling fan. “Fuck… you really are a bad mother, Mrs. Komb. Ivy is literally standing by a fountain waiting for me, and you want to go again?”

“She can wait ten more minutes,” Delilah breathed, rolling onto her back and pulling me down by the back of my neck. “Make them count, Evan.”

I didn’t need any more convincing. The adrenaline of the phone call hadn’t faded; it had curdled into a frantic energy. I grabbed her by the waist and hauled her toward the edge of Ivy’s bed. I sat back on the very edge of the mattress, my feet firmly planted on the carpet, and pulled her onto me.

I guided her into a high-intensity lap position. She sat facing away from me, her back pressed against my chest, but I had her lean forward until her chest was almost touching her own knees, her arms reaching out to grip the bedpost for stability. I guided my cock, still pulsing and rock-hard despite the release only minutes ago, back into her soaking heat.

The entry was a heavy, wet slide that made us both gasp. Because she was folded forward, the stretch was incredible. I could feel every ridge of my shaft rubbing against her internal walls with a friction that felt like fire.

“Nnh… god, Evan… that’s… it’s so deep,” she sobbed, her fingers white-knuckled around the wooden bedpost.

“You asked for this,” I moaned, my hands wrapping around her stomach, pulling her back against me with every upward surge of my hips.

I began a driving pace. Because I was sitting and she was leaning, I had total control over the depth. Every time I snapped my hips forward, I felt her body shudder, her internal muscles clamping down in a series of frantic, uncoordinated pulses. The sound in the room changed—no longer just the wet slap of skin, but the heavy, rhythmic creak of the bed frame and the jagged, whistling breaths we were both fighting to draw.

“Is this… bad enough… for you?” I barked, my voice breaking.

I reached around her, my hands finding her breasts and squeezing them through the torn lace of her bodysuit. I was ravaging her in the most literal sense, my movements blurring as the overstimulation began to take over. I could feel the heat radiating off her skin, the scent of her arousal thick enough to taste.

Delilah was completely lost. She’d tossed her head back against my shoulder, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. Every thrust was hitting her right in the center of her being, the forbidden nature of the act acting like an accelerant on her nerves. She was shaking, her legs trembling so badly they were knocking against my shins.

“I’m… I’m going… Evan, please!” she cried out, her voice echoing off the walls of Ivy’s sanctuary.

I didn’t slow down. I pushed her further, my movements becoming a violent, final sprint. I could feel the internal pressure in my own gut reaching a boiling point, a white-hot explosion building that I knew I couldn’t contain. I reached down, my thumb finding her clit and rubbing it with a frantic, buzzing pressure that was the final straw.

Delilah shattered.

Her entire body snapped taut, her back arching so hard I thought she might break. She let out a long, shattered cry that died into a series of broken whimpers as her pussy went into a violent, crushing lockdown. The sensation of her release flooding over me, combined with the sheer, agonizing tightness of her climax, sent me over the edge.