The Heart System

Chapter 500: Chapter 500

I carried her into the living room. Then I dropped her onto the plush leather couch gently, giving her a moment to settle. I stripped off my clothes in a frantic blur of motion, my eyes never leaving her as she lounged back, spreading her legs and inviting me in with a look that could melt lead.

I moved between her thighs, the scent of her, that expensive perfume mixed with the musk of her arousal, filling my head. I didn’t go for the slow build. I grabbed her hips, my thumbs digging into the soft flesh, and guided myself to her entrance. She was already soaking, a glistening invitation that I accepted with one powerful, singular surge.

”Nnh... fuck, Evan!” she cried out, her back arching off the leather as I buried myself to the hilt.

The heat was incredible. Because of the pregnancy, everything felt more sensitive, tighter, and more urgent. I stayed there for a beat, letting her adjust to the stretch, my hands moving up to cup her breasts through the sheer lace of the bodysuit.

”You’re so full, Delilah,” I groaned, my forehead dropping to rest against hers. ”Every time I come over here, you feel even better than the last.”

”Then don’t just stand there,” she gasped, her fingers clawing into my shoulders. ”Move. I want to feel you hitting the back.”

I started a deep, punishing rhythm. I was leaned over her, my weight supported by my forearms, my hips snapping forward with a primal intensity. The leather of the couch squeaked and groaned under the friction, a steady soundtrack to the wet, slapping sound of our bodies meeting. Every thrust was a heavy thud that made her head toss from side to side.

”Is this what you wanted?” I said, my pace increasing until we were a blur of motion. ”Sending me those photos while I’m sitting with Ivy? You wanted me to come over here and rail you like this?”

”Yes! Fuck, yes!” she sobbed, her legs hiking up higher, her heels digging into the back of the couch for leverage. ”I wanted you to remind me who I belong to. I wanted you to fill me up while she’s out buying shoes.”

I shifted my grip, reaching down to grab her asscheeks and pulling her even closer, trying to merge our bodies. The angle was perfect; every strike was hitting her right where she needed it. I could feel the internal tension building in her, the way her pussy was starting to ripple and clench around me in desperate, rhythmic pulses.

”You’re so fucking wet for me,” I hissed, my teeth grazing the shell of her ear. ”Like a faucet. I bet you’ve been thinking about this since the moment I left this morning.”

”I haven’t... nnh... I haven’t thought about anything else!”

Delilah was reaching the breaking point. Her breathing had turned into a series of jagged, high-pitched whistles, and her fingers were leaving thin red lines down my back. I increased the intensity, my thrusts becoming shorter and more violent, my muscles coiling with the effort of driving her over the edge. I reached between us, my thumb finding her clit and adding a frantic, buzzing pressure that sent her over the limit.

Then it happened.

Her entire body went rigid, her toes curling as she let out a long, shattered scream that died into a series of broken whimpers. Her pussy went into a violent, crushing lockdown, the muscles squeezing my cock so hard it was almost painful. She rode the wave for a long, exhausting minute, her release flooding over me in a hot, frantic gush that drenched my thighs and soaked into the leather of the couch.

She slumped back, her chest heaving, her eyes glazed and blown out. But I wasn’t done. I didn’t slow down, keeping that same heavy, relentless pace even as she sobbed into my shoulder.

”Evan... wait... I just...”

”I told you, Delilah,” I moaned , my jaw set as I continued to ravage her. ”I’m fucking you until she comes back. We’re just getting started.”

I gripped her waist even tighter, my hips moving with a tireless energy. I was still rock-solid, my pulse hammering in my ears as I looked down at her wrecked, beautiful face.

Delilah was gasping for air, her head lolling back against the leather cushion as her body continued to ripple with the aftershocks of her release. I didn’t slow down, my hips continuing that steady, heavy pounding that kept her pinned and helpless. I watched the way her eyes struggled to focus on me, the sheer haze of pleasure making her look beautifully wrecked.

Suddenly, a wicked, jagged smile pulled at the corners of her mouth. She reached up, her fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of my neck, pulling me down until our lips were brushing. Her breath was hot, smelling of the coffee we’d just shared and the raw hunger that had been building all day.

”Evan...” she whispered, her voice a ragged, conspiratorial edge. ”Not here. Not the couch.”

”Where then?” I grunted, my thrusts becoming shorter and more intense.

”Ivy’s room,” she hissed, her eyes flashing with a dangerous, forbidden light. ”Carry me to her bed. Fuck me right where she sleeps. I want to feel you claiming me in her space while she’s out wasting time.”

”Fuck, I love you.”

Uh-oh. More points toward Villain. That’s... not good.

The suggestion hit me like a physical blow. The taboo of it, the sheer, brazen risk, sent a fresh surge of heat straight to my groin. I didn’t hesitate. I pulled out of her with a wet, suctioning sound that echoed in the quiet living room, and before she could even catch her breath, I hooked my arms under her knees and hoisted her up.

I carried her down the hallway, our skin sticking together with sweat and the remnants of her climax. I pushed open Ivy’s bedroom door with my shoulder. The room was tidy, smelling of lavender and something else, maybe some perfume? I tossed Delilah onto the center of the floral duvet, the mattress dipping under her weight.