The MILFs Club: Special Delivery for my Aunt

Chapter 232: Chapter 232: Midnight Vintage

"Come on, I’ll take you somewhere fun," said Alexander, offering his hand as he guided her toward the door.

"But it’s almost midnight," said Ivy, glancing at the clock on the wall with a small, hesitant frown. "Everywhere is closed."

"Shit, that’s right," muttered Alexander, stopping in his tracks with a faint chuckle. "I guess we’ll just have to settle for whatever I can find in here."

Alexander walked over to the kitchen, opening the cabinets and rummaging through the sparse shelves. He shook his head at the lack of food before his eyes landed on a dark glass bottle at the back.

"Only wine, then," said Alexander, pulling out the bottle and two glasses before heading back to the living room where Ivy was waiting.

He set the glasses down on the coffee table and looked down at her stiff posture.

"That must be uncomfortable," said Alexander, nodding toward the heavy mechanical braces. "Do you want me to help you take them off?"

"I need them to move around," said Ivy, her voice dropping returning to her defensive shield.

"You don’t need to move anywhere tonight," said Alexander, sitting down beside her on the couch and pulling her gently against his chest. "I’m right here. Let me take the weight off."

Ivy hesitated for a second before slowly nodding. Alexander leaned down, his fingers to unlatch the high-tech straps, carefully setting the heavy prosthetics aside. Without them, she felt light and vulnerable, but Alexander immediately wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her small body flush against his warmth.

He grabbed the remote and turned on a random movie, but neither of them was looking at the screen.

"Is this okay?" whispered Alexander, his hand slowly sliding up her side, his thumb caressing the soft skin just above her hip.

"Yes," whispered Ivy, her green eyes locked onto his, her heart hammering against her ribs. "It’s perfect."

"You’re beautiful, Ivy," said Alexander, leaning down until his lips were brushing against hers. "Stop thinking so much."

"I can’t help it," muttered Ivy, her breath catching as his hand traveled higher, his fingers lightly brushing against the underside of her bare breast under her loose shirt. "No one has ever held me like this."

"Then get used to it," said Alexander, closing the remaining distance and capturing her lips in a deep, slow kiss that tasted faintly of sweet wine.

Ivy let out a soft groan, wrapping her arms around his neck as the gentle handling began to turn heavy and desperate, her small body trembling with a new kind of excitement.

A warm tear slipped down Ivy’s cheek, wetting Alexander’s lips as the kiss broke. She hadn’t wanted any of this romance or tenderness. When she hired the agency, she just wanted a cock—someone who would show up, fuck her hard, and leave without a second thought. She never expected a complete service that would make her feel human again, making her feel like she actually mattered, yet here was this TMC agent flooding her with these terrifyingly beautiful sensations.

"Do you want me to go slower?" asked Alexander, his thumb gently wiping away the tear track on her face.

"Doesn’t it seriously matter to you?" sobbed Ivy, her voice breaking as she gestured down at her waist. "Look at my body! It’s mutilated! How can you act like it’s nothing?! I’m a monster!"

"You’re not a monster, you’re just compact," said Alexander, a low warm chuckle escaping his throat as his hands slid down to firmly grip her thighs, right where the smooth skin ended. "And honestly, less leg just means fewer distractions from everything else that’s perfect about you."

Ivy’s breath hitched, her green eyes widening at the unbothered honesty in his voice.

"You’re a smooth-talking bastard," whispered Ivy, a choked laugh escaping her lips amidst her tears.

"I’m a professional," said Alexander, leaning down to press a hard, bruising kiss against her throat, making her arch her back into his chest. "Now, stop crying and tell me what you want me to do to this beautiful, compact body."

"I want you to make me forget," gasped Ivy, her fingers digging deep into his shoulders as his hand slid underneath her panties, finding her already dripping wet. "Fuck me, Alexander. Don’t be gentle anymore. Take me."

"Your wish is my contract," said Alexander, his eyes darkening with sudden, fierce lust.

He pulled his shirt over his head in one fluid motion, exposing his broad chest, before unbuckling his pants. Ivy stared down at him, her lips parting in pure shock as Alexander freed his massive member, the sheer size of it casting a shadow over her small lap.

"I don’t think all of that can fit inside me..." whispered Ivy, her green eyes wide with panic as she stared down at his massive size.

"Come on," said Alexander, a teasing smirk pulling at his lips as he positioned himself between her thighs. "It’s not like you’re a virgin."

Ivy bit her lower lip hard, shifting her gaze away in a sudden, telling silence.

"Wow, a virgin cunt," said Alexander, his grin widening as he realized the truth. "Well, this is fun. You’re a virgin and I’ve never fucked an amputee before. It’s a new experience for both of us."

Alexander made the dark joke on purpose just to test the waters, and it worked perfectly. Ivy let out a sudden, genuine laugh forgetting about her low self-esteem for a moment. It was exactly as he had suspected; disabled people didn’t want to be handled with kid gloves or treated like fragile glass. They just wanted to be treated like regular human beings.

"You really have no filter, do you?" whispered Ivy, her cheeks burning as she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.

"Not when I’m on the clock," said Alexander, his voice dropping into a deep, gravelly growl as he guided his tip against her tight, dripping entrance. "Hold on tight, Ivy."

Author’s Thought:

As promised, we are going to explore all kinds of fetishes in this novel, but never in a cheap or shallow way. I want every scenario to have real weight, impact, and that gritty, urban realism that I love.

We just came from a brutal NTR revenge scene with a wife humiliating her husband, and now we are touching upon amputee territory with Ivy. I want to know what you guys think. Should we keep it this raw, or should we push the boundaries even further into darker, more intense waters?

Drop your thoughts in the comments! Should we stop here, or do we double down on the darkness? Let me know!