Man, what was I doing? I drove Delilah to the mall, waited for her to get out, waved like a good little chauffeur, and only then realized I was supposed to take her back to the penthouse. That 'shopping with the girls' was just a way to trick Ivy. My brain just hadn't been working properly. Not after the bathroom. Not with Ivy right outside, close enough to hear anything if the timing went wrong.

Delilah didn't seem to mind. She only smiled, lacing her fingers with mine as we stepped inside.

Eventually, since we were already at the mall, we ended up in Nuppia, the kind of store that smelled expensive and confidence. Soft lighting, mirrors everywhere, racks filled with dresses that were designed to be noticed. Delilah moved between them, fingers brushing fabrics, eyes sharp.

She stopped, pulled one free, and held it up against herself.

"How about this?" she asked. "Do you like it?"

The dress was dangerously minimal. Deep neckline, open back, fabric that hugged instead of hid. It wasn't loud, just bold enough to make a statement.

I tilted my head, pretending to consider it. "Like it."

She raised an eyebrow.

"Correction," I added. "Love it."

Her smile widened. "Then I'll take it."

"I'll buy it," I said without hesitation. "And you only wear it for me. Nowhere else. Deal?"

She laughed softly, amused rather than offended. "You've gotten possessive."

"When it's the mother of my baby," I replied, "yeah. I think I've earned that."

She studied me for a moment, then nodded. "You really have changed."

"A little," I said, smirking.

She moved to the next section, fingers pausing over lace and silk. "What about a garter belt?"

I pointed without thinking. "The red one."

She lifted it, glancing back at me. "This?"

"Mm. That one."

She smiled to herself. "Alright. We'll take that too."

We headed toward the fitting rooms, tucked away from the main floor. The hallway was quiet, muffled by thick carpet and soft lighting. Delilah slipped into one of the larger rooms, the heavy curtain pulling closed behind her with a soft swish.

"So," her voice came from behind the curtain, playful. "Tonight."

"I'm listening."

"We didn't exactly plan it," she said, the sound of fabric shifting accompanying her words. "But I'm not complaining."

"I never do."

I leaned against the wall outside, arms crossed, trying to look casual while my mind raced with what she was trying on.

"Almost done," she said.

The curtain parted just enough for her to peek out, eyes sparkling. "Come in here. I need an opinion."

I glanced down the hallway—empty—and slipped inside, pulling the curtain closed behind me.

The space was small, mirrored on three sides, a low bench against one wall. Delilah stood in front of me in the dress.

Deep plunging neckline that dipped almost to her navel, barely containing her full breasts, the fabric clinging to every curve. The back was completely open, a thin strap across her lower back the only thing holding it together. The hem skimmed mid-thigh, slits up both sides revealing flashes of skin with every movement. Black silk, shimmering under the soft lights, hugging her body like it was painted on.

"Fuck," I breathed, stepping closer. "You look incredible."

She smiled, turning slowly to show the open back. "You like?"

I didn't answer with words. I pulled her against me, kissed her hard, hands sliding down the bare skin of her back to grip her ass through the thin fabric.

She moaned into my mouth, pressing closer, hands fisting my shirt.

We broke apart just enough for air. "We shouldn't," she whispered, but her body arched into me.

"Shouldn't what?" I murmured, kissing down her neck, one hand slipping under the dress to find her already wet. "Shouldn't fuck in a fitting room while the store's full of people?"

She gasped as my fingers slid inside her. "Evan—god—"

I pushed her back against the mirror, lifting one of her legs to wrap around my waist. The dress rode up, exposing her completely. I freed my cock, lined up, and thrust in deep.

Delilah cried out softly, head falling back against the glass. I started slow, deep strokes, savoring how she clenched around me, her walls fluttering with every drag in and out.

"You feel so good," I growled, kissing her neck, one hand on her tit, thumb circling her nipple through the thin fabric. "Love how tight you are... love fucking you like this, feeling you squeeze me every time I pull back."

She moaned, nails digging into my shoulders, hips rolling to meet me. "Evan—harder—please—need you deeper—"

I sped up gradually, hips snapping, the mirror cool against her back. I kissed her deep, swallowing her moans, tongue sliding against hers as my hand slid down to rub her clit in slow, teasing circles.

"That's it, baby," I murmured against her lips. "Feel how wet you are for me? Your pussy's dripping... love how you get like this. So needy, so perfect."

She gasped, body trembling. "Evan—fuck—right there—don't stop—"

I thrust deeper, grinding on every in-stroke, thumb rubbing her clit faster now. "You're so beautiful when you're close... love watching you fall apart. Tell me how it feels."

"So good—fuck—you're so deep—gonna cum, Evan…."

"Hold it a little longer," I teased, slowing just enough to make her whimper. "Let it build. Feel me owning you... every inch stretching you."

She sobbed softly, pushing back against me. "Please—can't—gonna cum—"

"Cum for me," I whispered, thrusting harder, rubbing faster. "Let me feel you."

She came with a muffled cry against my shoulder, pussy spasming around me, body shaking as wave after wave hit her. Her legs trembled violently, hips bucking up to meet me, hot wetness gushing around my cock as she convulsed, moans low and desperate, tears of pleasure welling in her eyes.

I kept going, slow through her climax, drawing out every pulse until she was whimpering, oversensitive. "That's my girl... so beautiful when you cum for me. Love feeling you like this."

She panted, body still twitching. "Evan, fuck… more—need you."

I sped up again, hips snapping, hand back on her clit. "One more, baby. Give me another. Love how you cum for me... love how your pussy milks my cock."

She moaned louder, head falling back. "Evan—yes—gonna cum again—fuck—"

I kissed her neck, sucked her earlobe, hand on her ass pulling her onto me harder. "Cum for me again. Let me feel it. You're so perfect... love you so much."

She came again, harder, pussy gushing, legs shaking around my waist as her whole body convulsed, a raw moan muffled against my shoulder, tears streaming down her cheeks as wave after wave crashed through her.

"Love you," I rasped, thrusting deep, grinding slow to feel every flutter of her pussy around me. "Love feeling you cum on my cock… love how you squeeze me like that."

She sobbed softly, clinging to me, arms tight around my neck. "Evan—cum in me—please—"

I was right there. I sped up, hips slamming hard, chasing the edge. The wet slap of our bodies echoed in the fitting room, her tits bouncing against my chest with every thrust. I leaned down, forehead pressed to hers, our breaths mingling, eyes locked.

I kissed her slow and deep, tongues sliding, tasting her moans as I pounded harder. Then I moved lower, licking a slow stripe up between her tits, tasting the salt of her sweat, before sucking one nipple into my mouth again. I bit lightly, then sucked hard, feeling her pussy clench in response.

She gasped, back arching. "Evan—fuck—yes—"

I thrust deeper, pushing my cock as far as it would go, grinding against her cervix. "Take it all. Oh, fuck I'm gonna cum…"

I came with a groan, cock pulsing deep inside her, thick ropes shooting out, flooding her pussy until I could feel it leaking around me. Pulse after pulse, I emptied everything, hips jerking as I ground slow, making sure she felt every drop.

We panted together, foreheads pressed, sweat-slick skin sticking. I kissed her softly, lazy now, tongues brushing.

I smiled against her lips. "Kim told me she wants to 'breastfeed' me first when the milk comes in."

She chuckled, nipping my bottom lip. "That little... greedy girl."

"I wouldn't call it greedy." I chuckled.

Delilah laughed softly, the sound warm and breathless. "She's not wrong. But I'll fight her for it."

We kissed again, slow and sweet, bodies still joined.

Finally, I pulled out slowly, cock slick and spent, cum dripping from her pussy.

She looked at me, eyes soft and glowing. "You always ruin me."

"Good," I said, kissing her forehead. "That's the plan."

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- Sexual Activity Completed

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Partner: Delilah

EXP Gained: +420

Villain Bonus: +250

Star Rating: 4.9 ★★★★

Reason: -

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Bliss Multiplier: 268c

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I fixed her dress, kissed her once more. I slipped out of the fitting room first, heart still racing.

And there, at the end of the hallway, stood Ivy.

She hadn't seen me yet, distracted by her phone, but she was walking straight toward the fitting rooms. Toward us. Before I could think, before panic fully caught up, the curtain moved.

I saw Delilah. And then I grabbed the curtain and pulled it shut again.

"What happened?" she whispered sharply from inside.

I leaned close, keeping my voice low. "Shit. It's Ivy."

Her breath caught. "What?"

"She's here," I said. "Right outside."

Silence fell on the other side of the curtain.

Then footsteps.

Ivy looked up and spotted me. Her expression changed immediately.

She walked toward me, steps fast, face tight.

My pulse spiked.

Shit.

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