The heat building up inside her was astronomical. I could feel her approaching a second, even more intense threshold. Her breathing turned into ragged, shallow stutters, and her thighs began to tremble violently against my waist. Using a pletely different, deeper angle, I slammed into her three more times, bottoming out hard against her cervix.
That was the final straw. Ivy let out a high-pitched, pletely broken shriek as her second climax tore through her frame. Her internal walls violently convulsed, locking around my cock in a suffocating grip that practically froze me in place as she rode the blinding, explosive wave of her release.
I smiled, thoroughly satisfied, and leaned in to kiss her deeply, catching her breathless moans in my mouth. Slowly, I stepped back toward the car, my muscles finally burning from the exertion.
"Let’s get inside before we end up catching a cold," I murmured against her lips.
"Get inside... where?" she moaned weakly, her eyelids fluttering as she rested her head against my chest, pletely spent, panting, and utterly tired.
I lowered Ivy back down onto the grass, her bare legs shaking so violently the second her feet hit the ground that she had to lean heavily against my chest just to stay upright. Her knees were practically giving out from the sheer intensity of the double climax.
"Hold on to me," I muttered, pulling my pants halfway up around my thighs to cover myself just enough. I wrapped an arm around her waist, guiding her shaky steps as we walked the short distance back to the car. Ivy followed closely, her teeth chattering slightly from the sudden chill of the downpour.
I popped the back door open and climbed into the spacious backseat first. Ivy scrambled in right behind me, shivering as she quickly pulled the door shut, instantly cutting off the roaring sound of the rain and trapping us in the dark, intimate warmth of the vehicle.
The windows immediately began to fog up from our body heat. I sat back against the leather seat, reached out, and hauled Ivy straight onto my lap, her thighs straddling mine. Without a single word of warning, I guided my rigid, dripping length straight back into her tight, aching pussy.
"Oh... god!" Ivy gasped, her fingers instantly flying forward to grip the top of the front passenger seat as I began to pump into her from below.
I leaned forward, burying my face in her chest, and began to lick and suck on her wet nipples, swirling my tongue around the tight buds. Ivy let out a series of broken, echoing moans inside the cramped cabin, her knuckles turning white as she clung to the headrest for stability.
"You like getting stretched out in the backseat, don’t you?" I moanedagainst her skin, my hips driving upward in a relentless, punishing rhythm. "Look at how easily you take it now. Your pussy is practically begging for more."
"Evan... fuck... it’s too deep in the car," she whimpered, her head tossing back against the glass window. "Someone’s gonna see us... oh god, faster..."
Suddenly, a loud, jarring ringtone shattered the heavy atmosphere. My phone was vibrating violently inside the pocket of my discarded jacket.
I groaned loudly, annoyed by the interruption, and reached over to fish the device out. I looked down at the screen. The caller ID flashed brightly in the dim car: Delilah.
"Fuck, it’s my mother," Ivy moaned, peering over my shoulder at the screen, her breathing pletely ragged as my hips kept up a slow, teasing grind beneath her. "She probably called my phone earlier and I didn’t hear her because we were outside."
"Well," I smirked, a dark, incredibly wicked idea instantly forming in my head. I delivered a sharp, sudden upward thrust that made her gasp out loud. "Let’s answer it, shall we?"
"What? No, Evan, wait..."
"Ssh," I whispered, pressing a finger to her lips.
I swiped the screen, accepting the call, and instantly hit the speakerphone button before thrusting the device into Ivy’s trembling hand.
"Evan?" Delilah’s voice echoed clearly through the car’s quiet interior. "Ivy? Sweetheart, is that you?"
Ivy swallowed heavily, her eyes wide with absolute panic as she held the phone near her face. Beneath her, I didn’t stop. I kept a slow, heavy, deliberate rhythm going, my shaft sliding all the way in and drawing out, making a wet, slick squelching sound that felt incredibly loud in the small space.
"Y-yes, Mom!" Ivy managed to squeeze out, her voice dangerously high-pitched as she braced herself against the front seat. "Hey!"
"Where are you? You left the party hours ago," Delilah said, her tone laced with standard maternal worry. "How are you feeling? Did the alcohol wear off?"
"Yeah! I’m... I’m feeling much better," Ivy panted out, her internal walls clamping down around me in a desperate panic, which only made the sensation ten times hotter. I leaned up, lightly biting her neck to push her over the edge. "Evan is... hngh... he’s driving me home now."
"Ivy? Are you okay? You sound pletely out of breath," Delilah noticed instantly, her tone sharpening with suspicion.
Ivy’s eyes flared with terror as I delivered a slightly harder plunge, hitting her sweet spot. An involuntary, shaky moan escaped her lips before she could catch it. "I’m fine! We... we just had to run to the car because it started raining so hard! I’m just a bit cold!"
"Oh, alright. Well, hurry back," Delilah sighed, seemingly buying the excuse. "Oh, actually, can you put Evan on the phone for a second?"
Ivy looked down at me, her face pletely flushed, and desperately nodded. I reached up, grabbed the phone from her hand, and immediately turned off the speaker option, bringing the receiver directly to my ear while keeping my hips steadily working inside her daughter.
"Hello?" I murmured, my voice perfectly smooth.
"Am I on speaker?" Delilah asked, her voice dropping its maternal warmth and instantly shifting into a dangerously low, sultry register.
"Nope," I smirked. I leaned forward, pulling the phone a few inches away from my ear, and loudly licked Ivy’s bare breast, making the younger girl squirm and bite her lip to stay quiet. I brought the phone back. "What’s up, Mrs. Komb?"
"Well," Delilah said, a wicked, knowing purr in her voice. "When you drop Ivy off... maybe you can stay a bit while she showers? She always takes a long shower when she gets home if she isn’t pletely drunk."
"Oh? What for, Mrs. Komb?" I asked, deliberately driving a bit deeper into Ivy, watching her face contort in silent ecstasy.
"My asshole is just absolutely itching for you," Delilah said explicitly, pletely oblivious to what was happening on the other end. "I cleaned it all up just for you, Evan. e over and fuck me until it takes the exact shape of your cock."
I let out a low, involuntary moan at the sheer filth of her words, then chuckled darkly. "I’ll be sure to do exactly that, Mrs. Komb. You can be absolutely sure about that."
"Mm. Such a good boy. I love you, Evan."
"Same here, Mrs. Komb."
Without waiting for another word, I hung up the call, tossing the phone next to me.
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