The MILFs Club: Special Delivery for my Aunt

Chapter 229: Chapter 229: Absolute Humiliation

Sarah knelt in front of Alex and pulled down his pants, releasing the colossus he carried between his legs.

The husband stood frozen in shock. At the same time, the mistress bit her lower lip, staring intently at the massive titan.

"This is a real cock, not your little worm!" shouted Sarah with contempt toward her husband.

Sarah began to suck Alex’s member, letting out groans and curses between thrusts. The husband, blinded by rage, lunged forward to attack Alex.

Alex reacted catching the blow with one hand. With the other, he delivered a direct punch to the husband, who flew back from the impact and crashed into the bed, breaking the wooden frame.

Sarah did not even blink; she continued sucking Alex while sliding her hand between her legs to touch her cunt desperately.

"Wow, what an impressive stamina...!" shouted Sarah, looking back at the wreckage. "Fuck me, fuck me right here! Let this bastard see what a real man is!"

Sarah stripped off her remaining clothes in one quick motion and bent over on the floor, shaking her ass provocatively to call Alex over.

Alex positioned himself behind her and penetrated her with a single, deep thrust.

"Ahhh!" groaned Sarah at the top of her lungs.

Alex began to fuck her hard, driving a savage rhythm. In the middle of the pounding, Alex lifted one of Sarah’s legs, opening her up so that the husband, helpless and impotent on the floor, could perfectly see his cock pumping inside his wife.

The husband groaned as he pushed himself up from the splintered remains of the bed frame, coughing and wiping a streak of crimson from his mouth. Seeing his wife lost in ecstasy and screaming for more, a desperate, feral rage overrode his fear. He lunged toward the overturned nightstand, his trembling hand ripping open the drawer to pull out a compact black revolver.

He stabilized his stance with a wide, shaky grip, leveling the barrel straight at the center of Alexander’s chest.

"What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!" roared the husband, his voice cracking with sheer, pathetic impotence as his chest heaved. "Get away from her! Drop my fucking wife right now or I swear to God I will blow your goddamn brains out!"

Sarah didn’t even glance back at the weapon. Her fingers dug deep into the cheap carpet as she arched her back, her face flushed red as she groaned over the heavy, rhythmic thuds echoing through the room.

"Ahhh! Don’t you dare stop, Alex! Fuck me harder!" screamed Sarah, her voice raw with lust. "Give it to me deeper, let this pathetic loser watch a real man take what’s his!"

Alexander didn’t slow his pace for a single millisecond. He looked over his shoulder, his eyes dead and unbothered as he stared down the barrel of the gun, a dark, mocking chuckle vibrating through his chest at the surrealism of the entire scene.

"You should really lower that piece of plastic, friend," said Alexander, his voice a freezing, relaxed rumble over Sarah’s loud, echoing cries. "Put the gun down right now or I’m going to have to permanently neutralize you. And believe me, leaving here tonight without a wife is one thing—leaving here without your head is a different story."

The husband squeezed the trigger in a panic, but the weapon clicked harmlessly. He didn’t even know how to use it, let alone check if it was loaded.

Alexander burst into a dark laugh, unholstered his own weapon in a swift, fluid motion, and fired a single shot. The bullet struck the revolver, tearing it from the husband’s grip and shredding the flesh of his hand.

The husband screamed in pure agony and panic, clutching his bloody hand while Alexander continued to pump ruthlessly inside Sarah.

"Well, I warned you, so now I’m going to have to make things harder for you," said Alexander, his voice steady despite the gunfire.

Alexander gripped Sarah, lifting her up and positioning her right in front of her husband’s terrified face. He drove into her even harder, his brutal pacing forcing Sarah over the edge. She shrieked as a violent orgasm ripped through her body, squirting a heavy spray of her fluids onto her husband’s face.

"Wow, what a beautiful face you have right now," said Alexander, looking down at the broken man with utter disgust. "You’re drenched in your own wife’s juices while another man fucks her. If I were you, I’d rip my own head off."

The husband slumped forward, fainting from the intense shock and blood loss.

Alexander watched him fall, enjoying the rush of pure euphoria and domination washing over him. He had never felt anything like this before, and it was incredible. He didn’t slow his pace until he finished inside her, slowly pulling out of her soaking wet body.

"Well, our contract is fulfilled," said Alexander, adjusting his clothes while looking down at her. "Do you want me to drop you off somewhere as a bonus?"

"No," said Sarah, catching her breath as she looked up at him with desperation. "But stay by my side forever. Your cock is magnificent."

"I’m sorry, but I’m a businessman, though I’m glad you liked it," said Alexander, pulling out his phone without a hint of emotion. "I’ll call a cab for you."

Alexander turned his cold gaze toward the other woman, who was trembling in the corner of the room.

"You better leave," said Alexander, motioning toward the door with his chin. "Don’t get involved in—"

"Kill her, please kill her...!" screamed Sarah, her voice cutting him off with pure venom.

Alexander stared at Sarah for a moment, weighing his options. He had his weapon in hand and the contract was clear, but it didn’t feel right to kill someone in cold blood like that.

"Please, don’t! I didn’t want any of this, I’m just a victim here!" cried the mistress, dropping to her knees and begging for her life as tears streamed down her face.

"I know exactly what you did and how you stole my husband from me, you fucking whore!" shouted Sarah, her face contorted with rage as she glared down at the sobbing woman. "So you must die...!"