The Heart System

Chapter 140: Chapter 140

I knocked on the door, my heart racing, the memory of Nala’s brother and that fucked-up scene at the convention still gnawing at me. But as soon as the door cracked open and Delilah’s face peeked through, everything else faded. Her eyes, wide and nervous, scanned me quickly.

“Evan,” she said, her voice low, cautious. “Ivy’s not with you, right?”

“Nope,” I replied, leaning against the frame. “Like I told you, she’s off for a few hours.”

She hesitated, then opened the door fully, revealing what she was wearing. My jaw fucking dropped. Delilah stood there in her old high school uniform, the fabric clinging to her curves like it was fighting a losing battle. The skirt was so short it barely covered her panties, the hem riding up to show a flash of black lace. Her shirt strained against her full tits, the top buttons undone, her cleavage practically spilling out. The pantyhose she wore were torn slightly at the thighs, stretched by her thicker legs—legs that looked even sexier now than they probably did back then.

“You… really made me wear this,” she said, grabbing my shoulder and yanking me inside, her voice a mix of embarrassment and exasperation. “Don’t stand there! Someone might see.”

I stumbled in, my eyes locked on her as she shut the door behind me. I let out a low whistle, my cock already twitching in my pants. “Oh. My. Fuck… Delilah, this is… I… it’s—how… wow…”

“D-don’t look too much, sheesh,” she said, her cheeks flushing red, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her skirt, trying to tug it down but only drawing my eyes to her thighs. “Come on, we got an hour before she comes back.”

“Y-yes,” I managed, my throat dry, my mind racing with how fucking good she looked.

“I can’t believe she used you to learn what’s happening in my life…” she muttered, crossing her arms under her chest, which only pushed her tits up further, the shirt straining even more.

“Delilah,” I said, swallowing hard, stepping closer. “You’re a fantastic woman. I’m glad I met you. Fuck.”

“Okay, you perv,” she said, exhaling, her embarrassment fading into a small, playful smile. “I get it. It looks ridiculous on me, I know. You should’ve seen me in my younger days. I was fit.”

I grabbed her hand, pulling her close, my lips crashing into hers, kissing her hard, tasting her sweetness. She melted into me, her body soft and warm against mine. “Fit?” I said, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes, my voice low, hungry. “You think you’re not fit right now?”

“Of course not,” she said, hugging me tightly, her tits pressing against my chest, her breath warm against my neck. “Look at my belly.”

My hands slid to her waist, grabbing her soft belly, squeezing gently. She moaned, a soft, needy sound that sent a jolt straight to my cock. I grinned, my eyes locked on hers. “I love it.”

“You’re just saying that to make me happy,” she said, her voice teasing but her eyes searching mine, like she wanted to believe it.

My cock twitched hard, straining against my pants, brushing her stomach through the fabric. “My cock says otherwise.”

She laughed, a soft, breathy sound, her cheeks flushing deeper. “I swear you’re just… too much.”

I kissed her again, slower this time, my hands roaming her body, sliding down to her ass, squeezing her through the tight skirt. “Too much?” I murmured against her lips. “You’re the one standing here looking like a fucking dream, Delilah. This uniform? Your curves? I’m losing my damn mind.”

She pulled back slightly, her eyes sparkling, less shy now, her hands resting on my chest. “You’re crazy,” she said, but her smile was wider, her voice softer, like she was starting to believe me.

My hands slid to Delilah’s thighs, rubbing the soft, warm skin through the torn pantyhose, my fingers tracing the rips where her thicker legs stretched the fabric. “Goddamn, Delilah,” I said, my voice low, hungry, my cock twitching at the feel of her. “These thighs are fucking perfect.”

She giggled, a little shy but less embarrassed now, her eyes sparkling in the neon glow spilling into her living room.

“Come on,” she said, tugging my hand, leading me to the living room. I couldn’t take my eyes off her ass as she walked, the short skirt barely covering her, her panties peeking out with every step.

I stopped her in front of the couch, my hands moving to my belt. I unbuckled it, letting my pants drop, then slid my boxers down, my cock springing free, hard as fuck.

“Fuck, look at that,” I said, smirking as her eyes widened, her cheeks flushing slightly. I lay back on the couch, stretching out, my cock standing tall. “Come here, Delilah. Lay on top of me.”

“What?” she said, her voice a mix of surprise and a playful edge, her hands fidgeting with her skirt.

“Just do it,” I said, my tone firm but warm, patting my chest.

She hesitated, then climbed onto the couch, lying on top of me, her full tits pressing against my chest, her body warm and soft. The torn pantyhose scratched lightly against my skin, her skirt riding up, exposing her lace panties. I parted her thighs gently, my hands guiding them, and slid my cock between them, right against the pantyhose and the edge of her panties. “Fuck, Delilah,” I groaned, starting to thrust, my cock sliding back and forth between her thick thighs, the friction driving me wild. “Your thighs feel so fucking good, squeezing me like this.”

She chuckled, her breath warm against my neck, her shyness fading. “Wow, a thighjob, really?” she said, her voice teasing, a little giggle escaping. “Didn’t know you were such a perv, Evan.”

“Didn’t know?” I said, grinning, thrusting harder, my cock rubbing against the slick fabric of her pantyhose. “I sniffed your panties while I jerked off, Delilah. I think you knew.”

She laughed, her cheeks flushing but her eyes playful. “You’re right,” she said, squeezing her thighs tighter, sandwiching my cock, the pressure making me groan. “You’re a total perv.”

I grabbed her ass through the skirt, my hands kneading her soft curves, pulling her closer as I kissed her, my lips hungry against hers. Her tongue met mine, her kisses eager, her thighs clamping around my cock as I thrust faster, the sound of skin and fabric echoing in the quiet room.

“Fuck, Delilah,” I murmured between kisses, my voice rough. “Your ass, your thighs, your whole fucking body—I can’t get enough. You’re driving me crazy.”

She moaned softly, squeezing her thighs even tighter, her panties brushing my cock with every thrust, the sensation electric with my Pleasure stat maxed out. I smacked her ass, the sound sharp, her skirt flipping up slightly. She gasped, pulling back from the kiss. “Stop it,” she said, her voice half-scolding, half-playful, her eyes glinting.

“Sorry,” I chuckled, kissing her again, softer this time, my hands still gripping her ass, guiding her thighs as I thrust. Her lips were warm, her kisses deeper now, her body moving with mine, her pantyhose slick with my precum.

She broke the kiss, glancing down at her legs, her voice teasing. “Wow, you like this so much? I’m slick with your precum—look at my legs.”

I moaned, kissing her hard instead of answering, my cock throbbing between her thighs, the wet pantyhose making every thrust slicker, hotter. “Fuck, you feel so good,” I groaned, my lips brushing hers, my hands squeezing her ass tighter. “Your thighs are fucking perfect, Delilah. Keep squeezing me like that.”

She giggled, squeezing her thighs even tighter, my cock brushing her panties now, the lace teasing the tip. “Shit, Delilah,” I groaned, thrusting harder, my voice raw. “I’m gonna cum, your thighs are too fucking much.”

“Cum for me, Evan. Don’t hold it. Let it all go.”

“Oh… oh—”

She squeezed her thighs harder, her panties rubbing against me, and I lost it, moaning loudly as I came, my cum painting her pantyhose, thick ropes spilling across the torn fabric, dripping down her thighs. She didn’t let up, her legs still clamped tight, trapping my cock as she kept squeezing, milking every drop.

“OH… fuck yes,” I gasped, exhaling hard, my body shaking. “Yes, keep squeezing me.”

“Get every bit of cum,” she said, kissing me again, her voice low, teasing, her thighs still working my cock. “That’s it… that’s it…”

We kissed one more time, deep and slow, her lips soft against mine, her body still pressed against me. Then she pulled back, climbing off me, her pantyhose glistening with my cum, her skirt still hiked up. I sat up on the couch, my cock softening slightly but still twitching, my chest heaving.

“Suck me,” I said, my voice rough, watching as Delilah got on her knees in front of me, her hands wrapping around my cock. “Oh, fuck…”

She leaned in, her lips closing around my tip, her tongue swirling over the sensitive head, tasting my cum and her own scent from earlier. Her mouth was warm, wet, her hands stroking me gently as she sucked, my cock slowly hardening again under her touch.

“Fuck, Delilah,” I groaned, my hand in her hair, guiding her lightly. “Your mouth feels so fucking good. Keep going.”

She hummed softly, her lips sliding further down, her tongue working me, her eyes flicking up to meet mine, playful and confident.

After a few minutes, I was rock hard again, throbbing in her mouth, ready to go.

I pulled her up gently. “You’re fucking incredible,” I said, my voice low, my hands sliding to her ass again, squeezing through the skirt. “I need you again, Delilah. Right now.”

She laughed, her cheeks flushing slightly, but her smile was all confidence now. “You’re insatiable,” she said, standing, her pantyhose still slick with my cum.

I grabbed Delilah by the arm, my touch gentle but firm, and guided her to the dining table in the center of her cozy living room.

“Lean over,” I said, my voice low, hungry, my cock still hard from her mouth, throbbing with need. “Hands on the table, ass up.”