Chapter 492: Chapter 492

Just as Tessa hit a frantic, blurring speed, Delilah moved in. She didn’t say a word, her expression focused and hungry. She crawled onto the bed, her black stockings whispering against the sheets, and positioned herself right over my face. She didn’t hesitate, lowering her weight until her soaking wet pussy was pressed firmly against my mouth.

The scent of her overwhelmed my senses. I didn’t need to be told twice. I reached up, my hands burying themselves in Delilah’s firm asscheeks, squeezing the silk-clad flesh until my fingers nearly met. I began to eat her out, my tongue working in broad, greedy laps across her clit while Tessa continued to ravage my cock from above.

I was trapped between two fires. Above me, Tessa was a whirlwind of damn motion, her groans of pleasure vibrating through my hips. Below her, Delilah was a heavy, wet weight on my face, her hips grinding against my mouth as I used my tongue to drive her toward the edge. I could hear the wet, squelching sounds of my mouth on Delilah and the heavy, rhythmic thud of Tessa’s ass on my lap merging into one chaotic soundtrack.

"Fuck, Evan... that’s it... right there," Delilah moaned, her voice muffled as she gripped the headboard for balance.

I reached around Delilah’s thighs, my thumbs finding her clit and adding a buzzing pressure while my tongue stayed locked on her. She was already so close, her internal muscles twitching against my face. Meanwhile, Tessa had shifted her rhythm, moving into a deep, grinding circle that felt like it was trying to unscrew my cock from my body.

"You’re both... so fucking wet," I moaned, the words lost against Delilah’s folds.

Tessa’s breath was coming in jagged, high-pitched whistles now. She reached back, her hand finding the back of my neck to pull me closer to the friction. She was hammering down with a desperate, final intensity, her eyes rolled back into her head. I could feel the heat radiating off both of them, a concentrated furnace of lust that seemed to set the very air on fire.

"I’m close... Evan, I’m so fucking close!" Tessa screamed, her voice breaking.

She didn’t wait for me. Tessa hit her peak first, her entire body snapping into a rigid, trembling line. She let out a long, shattered cry as her pussy went into a violent, crushing lockdown. She stayed impaled on me, her muscles pulsing in a series of intense spasms that felt like they were trying to draw the very marrow from my bones. She rode the wave for a long, agonizing minute, her head falling forward onto my chest as she sobbed with the sheer force of the release.

I didn’t stop. Even with Tessa slumped against me, her internal walls still twitching, I kept my focus on Delilah. I increased the pressure with my tongue, my thumbs working in a frantic, blurring circle against her nub. I could feel the tension in Delilah’s legs reaching a breaking point, her black stockings straining against her muscles.

"Don’t... stop... Evan... PLEASE!" Delilah shrieked, her hands clenching into the pillows.

A few seconds after Tessa’s scream died down, Delilah followed her into the abyss. She let out a sharp, jagged moan, her body bucking against my face as she went into a full-body convulsion. A fresh, hot flood of her juices drenched my chin and neck, the scent of her climax filling the air as she rode the wave of a massive, toe-curling orgasm. She stayed there, pinned against my mouth, her breathing coming in ragged, shallow gasps until she finally went limp, her weight collapsing fully onto me.

The room fell into a heavy, weighted silence, broken only by the sound of our three synchronized, wrecked breaths.

Tessa slowly pulled off me, her eyes glazed and unfocused. She slid to the side of the bed, her legs trembling so badly she could barely stand. Delilah moved off my face, her black stockings rumpled and her skin glowing with sweat. She sat back on her heels, wiping her face with a dazed, triumphant smile.

I lay there in the center of the bed, my chest heaving, my heart hammering against my ribs. I looked down at my lap—despite the double-assault and the massive releases I’d just witnessed, I was still rock-solid. My cock was twitching, glistening with the combined fluids of three different women, standing tall like a challenge to the rest of the room.

"Look at him," Jasmine whispered, stepping closer to the bed, her eyes fixed on my length. "Two of them just went down, and he’s still waiting for more."

"He really is a monster," Kayla added, her voice full of a dark, appreciative heat.

I reached out and grabbed Delilah’s hand, pulling her back toward me. I then looked around at the remaining ’maids,’ Nala, Jasmine, Kim, and Minne, who were all watching with a hunger that promised the night was nowhere near over.

"Who’s next?"

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The pale, bruised light of dawn was finally beginning to bleed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse. The neon hum of the city was fading, replaced by the quiet, cold stillness of a snowy morning, but inside the master suite, the air was still thick with the heavy, musky scent of a night spent in total chaos. We were all a mess... slick with sweat, tangled in discarded lace, and exhausted to the bone, but the fire hadn’t burned out yet.

"Mendy... Mendy... fuck, yes... Oh, fuck..." I growled, my voice sounding like gravel.

I had Kayla pinned on her back, acting as a living mattress for Mendy, who was draped over her. Their tits were crushed together, sweating and sliding against one another while I drove into Mendy from behind. I held her arms pinned back, keeping her anchored as I hammered into her with a relentless, driving rhythm. My muscles were screaming, and I’d lost count of how many times I’d finished—seven? Eight? It didn’t matter. The raw, primitive friction was the only thing that felt real.