The Heart System - Chapter 210

Chapter 210: Chapter 210
Delilah slowly lifted off me, thighs trembling. The second my cock slipped free a thick river of cum started to drip down her leg. She slapped her hand between her thighs, cupping her pussy tight, fingers already slick.

“Shit,” she whispered, laughing under her breath. “You really filled me up.”

I pushed myself up on my elbows, eyes flicking to the couch. Ivy was still out cold, one arm dangling off the edge, soft little snores mixing with the TV. Safe.

I stood, tucked myself away, and offered Delilah my hand. “Come on. Shower.”

Her eyes went wide. “Are you insane?”

I stepped close, cupped one heavy, bare breast, and rolled her nipple between my fingers until she shivered. “Come on, Delilah,” I murmured, voice low. “It’ll be fun. I’ll wash every inch of you… and you can keep all that cum plugged inside while the water runs down these perfect tits.”

She bit her lip, glanced at the hallway, then at sleeping Ivy. Common sense and lust had a quick wrestling match behind her eyes.

Lust won.

“You’re the devil,” she hissed, but she was already nodding.

We moved like thieves, Delilah waddling slightly with her hand still wedged between her legs, me right behind her, one hand on her hip to guide. We slipped down the short hallway and into the bathroom. She eased the door shut and twisted the lock with a soft click.

Clothes hit the floor fast: her tank top, my shirt, pants, everything in a careless pile. The shower was one of those big rainfall ones. Delilah turned the knob and hot water poured down from the ceiling like a summer storm.

She stepped in first, water instantly plastering her hair to her back, running in rivers over her swollen tits. I thenI followed, pulling the glass door closed behind us.

The second we were under the spray she was on me, mouth crashing into mine, hands everywhere. I pushed her gently against the tiled wall, kissing her deep and dirty, tasting the faint salt of sweat and sex. Water pounded down on us, steam filling the air.

My hands slid over her slick skin, cupping her tits, thumbs flicking her nipples until she moaned into my mouth. She reached down, wrapped her fingers around my half-hard cock, stroking slow and possessive.

“Still not done with me?” she whispered, lips brushing mine.

“Not even close,” I growled, and pulled her tighter under the water.

The water poured down on us like liquid heat, steam curling thick around our bodies. Delilah’s back was pressed to the cool tile wall, one leg hooked high around my waist, her slick tits crushed against my chest. My cock, already half-hard from the danger and the sight of her pregnant curves, had surged back to full attention the second the hot water hit it.

I pinned her wrists above her head with one hand and used the other to guide myself to her entrance. She was still swollen and dripping from earlier, cum and her own juices mixing with the shower water. One slow push and I slid inside her like I belonged there, stretching that perfect, greedy cunt again.

“Fuck,” she gasped, head falling back against the tile, water streaming down her throat and over her heavy breasts. “You feel so good every time.”

I pulled out slow, then slammed back in, hard enough that her whole body jolted. Water splashed everywhere.

“Quiet,” I growled against her ear, biting the lobe. “Unless you want Ivy to hear her mommy getting fucked silly.”

She whimpered, nails digging into my shoulders. I set a brutal rhythm, hips snapping, cock driving deep with every thrust. The wet slap of skin on skin mixed with the rainfall shower, loud in the enclosed space. Delilah’s tits bounced with every impact, nipples hard and dark, begging for my mouth.

I released her wrists and dropped my head, sucking one into my mouth hard, teeth grazing, tongue flicking. She arched into me, a choked moan slipping out before she bit her lip bloody.

“God, your tits are fucking perfect,” I rasped, switching to the other nipple, biting just hard enough to make her cry out.

Delilah’s cunt clenched so hard around me I saw stars. “Yes, yes, drink my milk, baby, drink it while you fuck me, fill me up over and over—”

I hooked both her legs around my waist and lifted her completely off the ground, pinning her to the wall with my body weight. The angle let me go deeper, harder, the head of my cock kissing her cervix with every thrust. She was sobbing into my shoulder now, trying so hard to stay quiet, her whole body shaking.

I slid one hand between us and found her clit, rubbing tight, fast circles. That did it. Her first orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave, pussy spasming, squirting hard around my cock, mixing with the shower water and running down my balls. She buried her face in my neck to muffle the scream, nails raking bloody lines down my back.

I didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop.

I turned her around, pressed her front to the tile, and kicked her legs wider. Water poured down her spine, over the curve of her ass, dripping off her swollen pussy lips. I lined up and slammed back in from behind, one hand fisted in her wet hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise.

“Look at you,” I snarled, pounding into her so hard her tits slapped against the wall. “Taking my cock like a desperate little breeding slut while your daughter’s just down the hall.”

She pushed back against me, meeting every thrust, moaning brokenly. “Harder, fuck me harder, I need it—”

I reached around and pinched her clit, rolling it between my fingers. Her second orgasm hit almost immediately, harder than the first, her whole body locking up, pussy milking me so tight I had to grit my teeth to keep from coming right then.

That’s when the knock came.

Three soft taps on the bathroom door.

Delilah froze, eyes flying wide.

Another knock, then Ivy’s sleepy voice. “Mom…?”

I didn’t stop moving. I slowed to a torturous grind, rolling my hips so my cock dragged along every sensitive inch inside her.

Delilah’s breath hitched. She tried to answer, but I thrust deep and she choked on the word.

“I—I’m in the shower, baby,” she finally managed, voice shaking as I kept that slow, relentless rhythm. “Everything okay?”

I leaned in, lips against her ear. “Keep talking,” I whispered, sliding one hand up to cup her breast, pinching the nipple hard. “Tell her you’re fine while I fuck you.”

Delilah moaned quietly. “W-what happened, sweetie?”

Ivy’s voice came again, closer now, right outside the door.

“Hey, uh, did Evan ever fix your keyboard? The spacebar’s still sticking and I have that paper due tomorrow.”

Delilah’s pussy clenched around me involuntarily, a hot, reflexive spasm. I smirked against her neck and started moving again, slow, deep strokes that dragged along every sensitive inch inside her.

“N-no, baby,” Delilah managed, voice cracking as I thrust particularly hard. “He—he’s… ah… he’s ‘cumming’ by later to look at it. Again.”

I reached down and rubbed her clit in tight, merciless circles. Her knees nearly buckled.

“You sure you’re okay?” Ivy asked, concern creeping in. “You sound out of breath. And what’s for dinner? I’m starving.”

“I’m f-fine,” Delilah gasped, slapping a hand over her mouth as I slammed in deep and held, grinding slow and filthy against her cervix. “Just—just the water’s really hot, sweetie. Dinner’s… mmph… lasagna. It’s in the fridge, just needs the oven.”

I pulled almost all the way out and spanked her ass, hard. The wet crack echoed off the tiles.

Ivy paused. “What was that?”

Delilah jolted, pussy fluttering wildly. “Dropped the shampoo bottle,” she blurted, voice shaking as I spanked her again, harder, watching her ass ripple under the water. “Big plastic one. Clumsy today.”

Another spank, sharp and loud. Delilah bit down on her own forearm to keep from moaning.

“You sure?” Ivy sounded suspicious now. “It didn’t sound like plastic.”

“Positive,” Delilah panted. I spanked her twice in quick succession, the slaps ringing out loud and clear. “It’s—it’s fine, honey. Go preheat the oven to three-seventy-five, okay? I’ll be out in five.”

I leaned in, lips against her ear. “Good girl,” I whispered, spanking her again, leaving a perfect red handprint blooming on her pale skin. “Lying so pretty while I wreck your pregnant little pussy.”

Delilah’s eyes rolled back, tears mixing with the shower spray.

“Okay…” Ivy said slowly. “Don’t drown in there. Love you.”

“Love you too, baby,” Delilah called, voice breaking on the last word as I slammed into her again.

Footsteps padded away.

The second the hallway was silent, I lost every shred of control.

I grabbed Delilah’s hips with both hands and fucked her like an animal, hard, fast, punishing thrusts that lifted her clean onto her toes. Water sheeted off us, the glass fogged solid. She came instantly, her third orgasm of the shower ripping through her without mercy, pussy clamping down so hard I couldn’t have pulled out if I wanted to. A silent scream tore from her throat as she squirted again, juices mixing with the water and running down both our legs.

“Fuck, take it,” I snarled, burying myself to the hilt and unloading. “I’m gonna cum. I’M GONNA FUCKING…”

Two weak, tired pulses leaked out of me, barely enough to coat her walls before my cock started softening inside her. It was all I had left in the tank, just a pathetic dribble compared to what I usually gave her.

Delilah glanced down between us, watching the thin trickle slide out and wash away instantly under the shower.

“Wow,” she breathed, half-laughing, half-amazed. “You even get soft on me now.”

I exhaled, resting my forehead against hers. “Yesterday was… a lot. Six girls. Nine, ten times. I lost count. My balls are officially on strike.”

“Six?” She raised an eyebrow, then smirked. “That explains why it took you forever to get hard and why you came like a sad little teaspoon.”

“Yup. Sorry.”