Chapter 501: Chapter 501

She sprawled out, her charcoal lace bodysuit hiked up, her pale legs spread wide in an effortless invitation. I stripped off the rest of my clothes, my cock standing tall and angry, throbbing with the need to finish what we’d started. I climbed onto the bed, the springs squeaking a protest as I crawled between her thighs.

"You’re a bad mother, Delilah," I growled, my hands pinning her wrists above her head against the headboard.

"And you’re a very bad friend, Evan," she countered, her hips already arching up to meet me. "Now stop talking and fill me up."

I didn’t need to be told twice. I lined myself up and drove home with one singular, violent motion. Delilah let out a muffled scream into the pillows, her back curving into a deep bow as I bottomed out. The friction of the sheets against her skin and the weight of my body crushing her into the mattress created a suffocating, intoxicating heat.

I began to fuck her with a tireless energy. Each strike was deep and hard, the sound of our bodies colliding a heavy, wet thud that punctuated the silence of the room. I wasn’t being gentle; I wanted her to feel every single inch of me, to remember this sensation every time she looked at this bed later tonight.

"Is this what you wanted?" I barked, my voice thick with lust. "To have me ravage you in her bed? To have me leave my mark right here?"

"Yes! Oh god, yes!" she sobbed, her fingers clawing at the headboard. "Harder, Evan! Don’t you dare go easy on me! I want to feel you hitting the back of my womb!"

I shifted my grip, releasing her wrists to grab her waist, my fingers digging into her hips to anchor her. I increased the pace, my movements becoming a blur of friction and power. I was hammering into her now, my breath coming in short, jagged hitches as the overstimulation began to redline. The sheer audacity of being here, in Ivy’s sanctuary, while her mother carried my child, was pushing me toward the brink faster than I expected.

Delilah was incoherent now, her moans turning into a string of desperate, high-pitched pleas. She was tossing her head from side to side, her hair fanning out across the pillowcase like a dark halo. Every time I hit the bottom, she let out a strangled gasp, her internal walls clamping down on my shaft in a series of frantic, uncoordinated pulses.

"You’re so tight for me," I hissed, my teeth grazing the cord of her neck. "Like you were made just to hold me."

"I was... I am..." she panted, her voice breaking. "I’m yours, Evan. Everything... everything is yours."

I moved my hand down, my thumb finding her clit and rubbing it with a buzzing, frantic pressure while I continued the heavy assault from below. The double-sensation was too much for her. Her eyes rolled back into her head, her breath hitching in a long, silent scream of pleasure. I could feel the internal pressure building in my own gut, a heavy, throbbing ache that told me I was seconds away from the end.

"That’s it, Delilah. Give it to me. Let go," I commanded, my pace turning into a violent, final sprint.

She hit the peak first. Her entire frame went rigid, her toes curling as a massive, shattering orgasm tore through her. She let out a long, high-pitched wail that died into a series of broken whimpers, her pussy going into a crushing, agonizingly tight lockdown.

The sensation of her release flooding over me was the final straw. I let out a low, guttural roar, my head falling back as I exploded deep inside her. The climax was a total system failure—a series of white-hot, electric pulses that felt like they were being milked out of my very soul. I poured into her, a frantic, endless flood of heat that filled her to the absolute limit, my body twitching and jerking with the force of the release.

We stayed like that for a long time, frozen in the middle of the bed, our hearts drumming a frantic, synchronized beat against each other. The room was silent again, the only sound the distant, muffled patter of the rain against the windowpane.

Slowly, I pulled out of her. The sound was a wet, heavy suction that seemed to linger in the air. I collapsed back onto the floral duvet, my limbs feeling like lead, my chest heaving as I tried to get oxygen back into my lungs. Delilah slumped to the side, her skin glowing with sweat, her chest rising and falling in shallow, wrecked gasps.

I stared up at the ceiling, at the little glow-in-the-dark stars Ivy probably still had from her childhood, and let out a long, exhausted breath.

"Well," I panted, my voice a ghost of itself. "That was... a lot."

Delilah let out a soft, breathless chuckle, her hand reaching out to blindly find mine on the sheets. She squeezed my fingers, her eyes still closed, a look of pure, triumphant peace on her face.

"I think... I think I’m going to need a very long nap," she whispered.

"Not yet," I said, a smirk tugging at my lips as I felt my phone buzz on the floor where my pants were. "I have a feeling our time is just about up."

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Two hours had passed since Ivy vanished into the shopping mall, and the air in her bedroom was now a thick, stifling haze of heat and salt. The floral duvet was a battlefield—bunched up, stained with sweat, and littered with used tissues that glistened under the dim bedside lamp. A few empty water bottles rolled on the hardwood floor, discarded in the frantic breaks between rounds.

I was behind Delilah, my hands buried deep into the soft meat of her hips as I drove into her from behind. We were both slick, our skin sliding against each other with a heavy, wet friction that sounded like a rhythmic slap against the quiet of the room. Delilah’s head was buried in Ivy’s pillow, her muffled groans vibrating through the mattress every time I bottomed out.

Suddenly, the sharp, digital chirp of my phone cut through the carnal fog. It was sitting on the nightstand, vibrating against the wood. I didn’t stop my movement; I just reached out, my muscles straining, and swiped the screen.

It was Ivy.

I pressed the phone to my ear, my chest heaving, my hips never losing their pace as I continued to ravage her mother.

"Ivy... hey," I panted, my voice thick and rough.

"Hey..." Ivy’s voice came through the line, sounding bright and distracted by the background noise of the mall. "You look breathless. Are you running or something?"

I closed my eyes for a second, my jaw tightening as Delilah let out a particularly loud, sharp gasp. I moved my hand from her hip to her mouth, gently pressing my palm over her lips to stifle the sound. I drove forward, a long, slow thrust that felt like it hit the back of her throat.

"Done... some squats," I managed to choke out, my voice straining with the effort of sounding normal while my lower half was on fire. "Trying to... stay in shape, you know?"

Delilah let out a muffled, vibrating chuckle against my palm. I could feel her chest shaking against the bed, her eyes wide and dancing with a mix of terror and a dark, twisted thrill. She was nervous, I could feel the way her internal muscles were twitching in erratic, panicked pulses, but she wasn’t stopping me.

"Squats? On a Saturday afternoon? You’re such a nerd, Evan," Ivy laughed. "Anyway, the mall was a total bust. I ran into Sarah, and we spent like an hour looking at shoes we can’t afford. It was okay, I guess. Helped take my mind off... things."

"That’s... that’s good, Ivy," I said, my teeth gritted as I delivered a sharp, shallow series of thrusts. "Glad you... got out."

"Yeah. Listen, I’m pretty much done here. My feet are killing me. Can you come and pick me up? I’m standing by the north entrance near the fountain."

I watched Delilah’s face. She was biting her lip now, her face flushed a deep, feverish red as she watched me talk to her daughter. The taboo of the moment was pushing us both toward a jagged, dangerous edge. I shifted my grip, my fingers digging into her waist as I increased the intensity, my breath hitching in my throat.

"Sure... yeah. I can... be there in twenty," I said, my vision starting to blur as the overstimulation reached a breaking point.

"Twenty? Is traffic that bad? It’s usually ten minutes from your place," Ivy noted, her tone suspicious for a split second.

"Construction," I lied, my voice dropping into a low groan as Delilah arched her back, her pussy clamping down on me like a vice. "They’re... they’re working on the main... road."

"Ugh, typical. Okay, whatever. Just hurry up, it’s freezing out here. And hey, did you talk to my mom? She hasn’t answered my texts all afternoon."

I looked down at Delilah. She was looking right back at me, her eyes glazed, a single tear of pure pleasure tracking down her cheek. I leaned down, my chest crushing into her back, my phone still pressed to my ear.

"She’s... probably just napping," I whispered into the phone, my hips snapping forward in a final, blurring sprint.

"I bet. She’s been so moody lately."