Chapter 943

Chapter 943: Chapter 943

The sudden wet heat wrapped around me completely. I groaned, hands flying up to her thighs. She was tight and slick and still full of my cum, the mixture making every inch of the slide feel filthy and perfect. Once she was fully seated she stayed still for a second, adjusting, then planted her hands on my chest and started to move.

She set the pace, slow rolls of her hips at first, then longer rises and drops that let me watch every inch of my cock disappear inside her. The position left me completely at her mercy. I could only lie there and take it while she used me.

"Look at you," she murmured, voice low and amused as she lifted almost all the way off and then sank back down. "Your best friend’s mother is riding your cock and you’re just lying there taking it. No shame at all, are there?"

I swallowed hard. The words hit differently coming from her while she was the one in control. My hands squeezed her thighs.

She smiled and started bouncing a little harder, the soft flesh of her ass and thighs jiggling with every drop. "Ivy has no idea her closest friend is buried balls-deep in her mother right now. You’re stretching me open, filling me up again, and you still can’t get enough. What does that make you, Evan?"

I didn’t answer. She didn’t need me to. She kept talking while she rode me, the wet sound of her pussy sliding up and down my shaft filling the room. Every time she dropped down the head of my cock pressed deep, and the sensitivity from just having cum made the pleasure almost too sharp. I could feel every ripple and squeeze of her walls.

"That’s right," she continued, leaning forward so her tits hung closer to my face. "You’re fucking the woman who raised your friend. You’re pumping her full of cum and still getting hard for more. And the worst part? You’re enjoying every second of it."

"Shit... Deli..."

"Delilah? Delilah what?" She moaned. "Are you going to tell me that you LOVE this?" She smirked. "Slut."

Wow. Maybe I deserved this? Mental note, don’t ever call her a slut.

She picked up the pace, rising and falling faster, the bed creaking under the force of her movements. My hands slid up to her waist to steady her, but she was fully in control. The view was hypnotic, her soft body moving above me, the stretch of her pussy around my cock, the way fresh cum and her own wetness coated me with every stroke.

Delilah’s breathing grew heavier. She bit her lower lip and started grinding down harder on the downward strokes, searching for the perfect angle. I could feel her getting closer—the subtle fluttering, the way her walls began to tighten in short, greedy pulses.

"You’re close again," I managed, voice strained from how sensitive I still was.

She put her index and middle finger into my mouth. "Sluts don’t talk."

She only smiled and bounced faster, using my cock exactly the way she wanted. The dirty talk kept coming in a low, continuous stream, how wrong this was, how good it felt, how she was going to keep using her daughter’s best friend until she was satisfied. Every word made my cock throb inside her. I stayed hard despite having just finished, the Pleasure skill and the filthy reality of the situation keeping me locked in place beneath her.

She rode me with growing urgency, soft moans slipping out between the teasing words, hips working faster and faster as she chased the next peak without quite reaching it yet.

Delilah started bouncing harder and faster, the soft flesh of her thighs and ass slamming down against me with every drop. The pace was almost punishing. Each time she rose and fell, the wet, filthy slap of her pussy taking my cock filled the bedroom in a steady, obscene rhythm. The sound was incredible though, loud, wet, and constant.

Also... well, damn. It hurt a little.

I had just cum not long ago and every nerve ending was still raw and oversensitive. The tight, hot squeeze of her walls sliding up and down my shaft was almost too much, a sharp edge of pleasure that bordered on pain. I groaned under her, hands flying to her knees and squeezing hard, trying to ground myself while she used me without mercy.

She noticed the grip immediately. A slow, wicked smirk spread across her face. I knew that look. More teasing was coming.

She leaned forward just enough to look down at me while she kept the brutal rhythm, tits swaying with every hard bounce.

"Fuck yeah," she breathed, voice low and filthy. "Use that cock and make mommy cum. That’s it, baby. Let mommy ride this thick dick until she soaks you."

Mommy? Wow.

The words hit me harder than the pace. My cock twitched inside her. She felt it and laughed softly, never slowing down.

"That’s right. You’re fucking your best friend’s mother and you’re still hard for it. Mommy’s pussy is milking you dry and you can’t even stop her. Look at you, holding onto my knees like a good boy while I bounce on this cock."

She rose higher and dropped harder, the impact making her ass jiggle and the wet sound even louder. I was struggling. Every stroke dragged over sensitive flesh, the pleasure so intense it made my thighs tense and my breath come short. At the same time I couldn’t look away, watching her soft body work above me, watching my cock disappear inside her again and again while she talked.

"Mommy’s so close," she moaned, voice turning rougher. "This tight little cunt is going to cum all over your cock and you’re going to take it. You’re going to let mommy use you until she’s finished. No pulling out. No stopping. Just lie there and be a good toy for me."

I groaned again, fingers digging into the soft skin of her knees. The overstimulation was relentless. My cock throbbed inside her with every bounce, the pressure building again far too soon. She kept talking, the dirty mommy talk pouring out of her in a continuous stream while she fucked herself on me.

"Say it," she demanded between hard drops. "Tell mommy how much you love being inside this pussy. Tell her you’re going to make her cum."

"I love it," I managed, voice strained. "Fuck..."