Chapter 944

Chapter 944: Chapter 944

She smiled like I’d given her exactly what she wanted and bounced even harder. The bed creaked under the force. Sweat shone on her skin. Her breathing grew ragged. I could feel her starting to tighten in short, greedy pulses around me, the walls of her pussy fluttering and squeezing with every stroke.

"That’s my good boy," she panted. "Mommy’s going to cum so hard for you. Keep that cock nice and hard while I take what I need. You’re not allowed to finish again until I say so. Just take it. Let mommy ruin this dick."

The words, the pace, the wet heat... it was almost too much. I was caught between the sharp sensitivity and the overwhelming pleasure of being used like this. My hands stayed locked on her knees, squeezing every time she dropped down especially hard. The wet slap of her body meeting mine stayed loud and constant.

Delilah’s moans climbed higher. She started rising a little farther on each upward stroke, then slamming down with deliberate force. I felt the exact moment she decided she was ready. She lifted her hips higher than before, almost letting the head of my cock slip free, then dropped hard one last time and stayed there, grinding deep.

The orgasm hit her in a powerful wave.

She cried out and intentionally tilted her hips forward at the peak, aiming higher so that the sudden rush of her release spilled directly onto my lower stomach and up toward my chest and face. Warm, wet heat splashed across my skin while her pussy clenched and pulsed around the base of my cock in strong, rhythmic contractions. She kept grinding through it, soft broken sounds leaving her throat, body shaking above me as she came hard and messy all over me.

I could only lie there and take it, overstimulated, covered in her, and still buried inside the tight, fluttering heat of her pussy while she rode out every last wave.

Delilah stopped bouncing and settled into a slow, lazy grind, hips rolling in small circles while she stayed fully seated on my cock. Soft little moans slipped out of her as the last waves of her orgasm faded. Eventually she went still, breathing evening out.

I looked up at her, still a bit dazed and covered in her. "Wow. Okay. Maybe I didn’t deserve that much."

She smiled and leaned down, kissing me slow and lingering. When she pulled back just enough to speak, her voice was quiet and amused.

"Next time you call me a slut or a whore, think about this, okay? It was a teaching moment. I’m your older, after all."

"Right... noted."

She cupped my face with both hands and squeezed my cheeks until my lips puckered into a ridiculous O-shape. I could only stare up at her while she held me like that.

"Now," she said, still smiling, "I hope you can still go. Because I didn’t make my asshole squeaky clean just for you to go limp-dick on me without using it."

That sentence... my fucking god. She was such a tease, and I loved her for it.

My cock twitched hard inside her at the words. She felt it immediately and chuckled.

"There’s my answer."

I cleared my throat, still sensitive and still buried in her. "I mean... how can I stay calm? And also... mommy? Seriously?"

She kept the slow grind going while she answered, clearly enjoying the way I was still reacting. "Don’t lie and tell me the word ’mommy’ didn’t echo in your horny-hormone-filled-brain like a horror movie soundtrack the second I handed you my used underwear back in college."

Horny. Hormone. Filled. Brain. Wow.

I cleared my throat again. "No comment, Ma’am."

"You don’t even have mommy issues. Your parents were top notch."

"I wouldn’t call them top notch, but... they were solid. Wait, does a guy have to have mommy issues to like this stuff?"

She shrugged, still grinding in lazy circles. "I don’t know. Maybe? Who knows what you men have in your mind."

I chuckled under her. After another few seconds she finally lifted herself off me with a wet sound. Cum and her own wetness spilled out as she stood up over my hips, looking down at me.

"So, what do you think, Marlowe?"

"I think living room. It’s brighter. Different. Open air."

"I don’t wanna fuck on the ground."

"Coffee table?"

"I bought that this year. No way I’d let it break."

"Okay... what about the couch?"

"Too uncomfy. Let’s continue here."

A soft system window flickered into existence in the corner of my vision.

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QUEST AVAILABLE

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Have Delilah wear her old

high school uniform.

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Reward(s): 1200 EXP

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I stared at it for a second. Holy shit... so risky. She’d probably get angry for me asking it. But... I mean... would she? Wouldn’t it be fun?

Fuck it.

"Okay, then I have an idea," I said. "How about..."

Delilah waited, one eyebrow raised. "Okay... how about what?"

"You wear one of your old high school uniforms?"

She blinked. "What? My old uniforms?"

"I know you’ve been keeping them. Come on, I wanna see it."

"No way. You don’t like this one? You asked for red, here’s red!"

"You know I love it. But I REALLY wanna see this one."

She exhaled, long and reluctant. "Fine, fine. But it won’t fit. I’m more fatter now."

"Fatter? You? Whatever you say, Delilah, you delusional woman."

"I am."

"No you’re not. A soft belly makes a woman more mature and beautiful."

She gave me a look. "You say that because you think it’ll get you good boy points."

Well... she was kind of right. It did get me a few. Thankfully it would help the next time I had to deal with Carrie. That woman was draining my reputation points like a leaky faucet.

Delilah shook her head, already climbing off the bed. "Okay. Let me change into it."

"I’ll watch with wide eyes, Ms. Komb."

"Perv."

"Guilty."