Chapter 861

Chapter 861: Chapter 861

When we finally broke apart for air I stayed close, speaking against her mouth. "Look at how far I’ve come. Used to be just some guy hanging around the house, trying not to stare too hard when you walked by in those tight little shorts. Now I’ve got you pinned against the glass of a penthouse balcony, cock buried in you, looking down at the whole city while I fuck you."

Delilah’s laugh turned into a broken moan as I angled my hips and hit a deeper spot. "God... you’re right. Look at you. Fucking your best friend’s mother out in the open like you own her. The same woman who used to bring you snacks and ask about your classes... now taking every inch of your cock while the city watches."

"And you love it," I groaned, spanking one side of her ass hard enough to leave a mark. "You love being the dirty little secret. You love that Ivy has no idea her mom is getting bred against the glass right now."

"I do," she admitted without shame, voice shaky with pleasure. "I love how wrong it is. I love that you’re talking about getting me pregnant while you fuck me like this. Keep going... don’t stop talking... don’t stop fucking me..."

I kept the pace deep and relentless. One hand stayed locked under her ass to hold her up; the other slid up to roughly squeeze and play with her soft tits, pinching the nipples while I thrust into her. Delilah’s head tipped back against the glass every so often, short blue-tinted hair sticking to her damp neck, soft broken sounds leaving her lips with every upward stroke.

"You’re getting tighter," I muttered, feeling her walls start to flutter and grip me in short pulses. "I can feel how close you are. This pussy is trying to milk me already... like it wants me to fill it up and knock you up right here."

"Yes... fuck... I want it," Delilah gasped, nails digging into my shoulders. "I want you to cum so deep I can feel it for days. I want to walk around tomorrow still full of you while I talk to my daughter like nothing happened. Keep fucking me... harder... make me cum on your cock while you talk about breeding me..."

I gave her exactly what she asked for. I fucked her harder, the wet slap of my hips against her soft ass growing louder, the glass fogging slightly behind her from our combined body heat.

"I was so scared when..." She moaned. "Ah, fuck... so thick."

"Scared?" I aksed.

"When Ivy told me that... she knew I was seeing someone." She moaned. "I don’t want to end this, Evan. What we have... I love you."

Fuck, those words fired me even more. "Oh, I love you more, Ms. Komb."

Delilah’s moans climbed higher and more desperate. Her thighs started to tremble around my waist. Her pussy clenched and fluttered around my cock in stronger and stronger pulses.

"Evan, I’m..."

"Cum for me," I ordered against her ear, still thrusting deep. "Cum on the cock that’s going to get you pregnant. Let me feel your pussy fall apart while the whole city is right below us."

Delilah’s whole body locked up. A sharp, broken cry tore out of her as the orgasm crashed through her. Her pussy seized and pulsed wildly around my cock in strong, rhythmic convulsions, a sudden rush of wetness spilling down my shaft and dripping onto the balcony floor. She clung to me tightly, face buried against my neck, soft desperate sounds vibrating against my skin while the intense waves rolled through her. Her soft tits pressed hard against my chest with every trembling breath as she came undone in my arms, still pinned against the glass with the neon city glowing far below.

I held her through every pulse, still buried deep, letting her ride the climax out while the cold night air and the heat of her body mixed around us.

I kept fucking Delilah against the glass exactly like that, her back pressed to the cold surface, legs locked around my waist, my hands gripping the soft underside of her thighs as I drove up into her with deep, steady strokes. Every thrust made her full tits bounce against my chest. I leaned in and licked a slow stripe up the side of her throat, tasting the light sheen of sweat on her skin, then moved lower and dragged my tongue across the soft swell of one breast before sucking the nipple into my mouth.

Delilah moaned and let her head fall back against the glass, short hair sticking to the surface. Her fingers threaded into my hair, holding me against her chest while I kept thrusting.

My phone started ringing from the pocket of the pants I’d left near the sunbed. The sound was distant and annoying. I ignored it completely. Nothing short of the balcony catching fire was going to make me stop right now.

I released her nipple with a wet sound and moved to the other one, sucking harder while one hand slid down to grope and squeeze her thick ass, spreading the cheeks so I could feel myself sinking even deeper into her.

"Fuck... you have such a great body," I muttered against her soft flesh between thrusts. "Soft in all the right places... these tits, this ass, this tight pussy gripping me like it never wants to let go. You’re perfect like this."

Delilah let out a breathless little laugh that turned into another moan. "Of course I have a great body. There’s a reason you used to jerk off in college imagining me on my knees sucking your cock."

I pulled back just enough to look at her, still buried deep. "Are you in my head, Ms. Komb? That’s scary."

She chuckled. I chuckled too. The shared laugh made her walls flutter around me for a second before I kissed her hard, swallowing the next sound she made. Our tongues slid together messily while I kept fucking her against the glass.