CHAPTER 6: RIDE ME, MOMMY
DELILAH'S POV
“A little training?”
“Mm-hm.” I clench around him and he gasps, his c**k twitching back to life already. “You didn’t think this was a one-time thing, did you? Stepmommy has so much to teach you. We’ve barely scratched the surface.”
He is getting hard again. Already. The resilience of youth.
“But first,” I push him off gently, feeling his c*m gush out of me the second he pulls out in a hot, sticky flood that soaks the backseat. “We need to get you to college. Your dorm awaits.”
“f**k the dorm.”
“Later.” I wink at him. “Now clean up and drive. I’ll sit here and feel you dripping out of me the whole way.”
The dorm is chaos. Parents everywhere, moving boxes, tearful goodbyes.
I smile and wave and make small talk while Beckett’s c*m slowly leaks
