The MILFs Club: Special Delivery for my Aunt

Chapter 233: Chapter 233: Uncharted Waters

Alexander didn’t hesitate. He aligned his heavy tip with her tight, slick entrance and pushed forward with a slow pressure.

"Ahhh...!" gasped Ivy, her eyes flying open as her fingers clawed into his shoulders.

She felt stretched, her tight walls fighting to accommodate his massive size. Alexander stayed perfectly still for a few moments, letting her body adjust to the sudden fullness. He leaned down, burying his face in her neck and kissing her skin deeply to distract her from the initial sting.

"You okay?" whispered Alexander, his voice a low, vibrating rumble against her throat.

"Yes... God, yes," panted Ivy, her breath ragged as she slowly began to relax beneath him. "Don’t stop."

Alexander began to move, pulling back slowly before driving deep inside her again. Each stroke was smooth and controlled stretching and breaking her in. The initial friction soon gave way to a wet, heavy rhythm that echoed through the quiet living room. Ivy’s moans grew louder, her hips instinctively trying to meet his pace as the pain melted into pure, overwhelming ecstasy.

After a few minutes of heavy pounding, Alexander suddenly stopped, pulling out of her with a wet pop. Ivy let out a disappointed whimper at the sudden loss of warmth.

"Get on top," said Alexander, shifting his weight so he was laying flat on his back on the couch. "Mount me."

"I... I can’t," stammered Ivy, looking down at her missing limbs in sudden panic. "I don’t think I can hold myself up."

"I didn’t ask if you could do it alone," said Alexander, grabbing her by the waist and easily lifting her up.

He guided her body over his thighs, aligning her over his throbbing length. Ivy swallowed hard, then slowly lowered herself down, burying him inside her once again. She let out a loud, shaking groan, her eyes rolling back at the sheer depth of the penetration.

It was a position she never expected to try in her life. Because of her missing legs, balancing was difficult, and her thigh stumps trembled under the strain. But before she could slip, Alexander’s powerful hands locked onto her hips like iron clamps stabilizing her frame.

"I’ve got you," said Alexander, using his own strength to lift and lower her body, setting a brutal, deep pace while she focused on the intense pleasure flooding her senses.

Alexander’s hands slid up from her hips, covering her small breasts and squeezing them firmly, tracing his thumbs over her hard nipples. Ivy cried out, her head falling back as he suddenly arched his back and stood up from the couch, lifting her entire body effortlessly without pulling out of her for a second.

She clung to his neck like a lifeline, her remaining thighs wrapping tightly around his waist as he carried her across the room toward the full-length mirror.

"Look at yourself," said Alexander, forcing her to face the glass while his hips delivered a sharp, upward thrust that made her scream ring out. "Look at how beautiful you look right now."

Ivy forced her tear-filled eyes open, staring at their reflection. She saw her flushed, ecstatic face, her small frame engulfed by his massive, muscular body, and his huge member disappearing inside her.

"I... I look so broken," whispered Ivy, a sob catching in her throat even as a fresh wave of pleasure washed over her.

"You look tight, light, and fucking perfect," said Alexander, his voice deep and certain as he gripped one of her smooth, shortened stumps, rubbing his palm over the sensitive skin at the end. "You’re so light I can carry you around like a doll while I stretch you out. No other woman can do that."

Ivy’s breath hitched Hearing him talk about her missing limbs not as a deformity, but as an advantage, shattered the last of her trauma. Her eyes locked onto his in the reflection, watching him smirk as he began to bounce her body up and down against his shaft, using the mirror to show her exactly how his thick cock pumped inside her.

"Ahhh! Alexander, please!" screamed Ivy, her hands clawing at his chest as her walls clamped down tight around him.

"Let’s try something else," said Alexander, his eyes darkening.

He walked back to the bed and laid her down on her stomach, propping her hips up with a pillow. Without her legs to block his way, he had a unrestricted view of her tight, dripping entrance. He leaned over her back, tracing his fingers down her spine before gripping her ass cheeks and driving into her from behind with a brutal stroke.

"Oh my god!" groaned Ivy, her face burying into the mattress as the raw, deep angle hit her sweet spot.

Alexander didn’t show any mercy now. He locked his hands onto her waist, his body slamming heavily against her small backside with a relentless, rhythmic thud. He kept his hands moving, occasionally reaching down to stroke and caress her stumps, exploring every inch of her unique body and making her feel desired turning her deepest insecurity into the ultimate source of pleasure.

The night continued with a relentless intensity until Ivy was spent, her body trembling with exhaustion and her tight walls filled to the brim with his warm semen.

Alexander slowly pulled out of her, grabbed a towel to clean himself up, and quietly walked out to the living room. He checked his encrypted phone and saw that it was already 3:00 AM.

"I got a little carried away," muttered Alexander to himself, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he looked back toward the bedroom door. "She really did have a great ass."

He rubbed the back of his neck, leaning against the kitchen counter as he processed the night.

"I know I shouldn’t get emotionally involved," whispered Alexander, staring at the glowing screen of his phone. "But I wouldn’t mind giving her a few free rounds every now and then just to help her feel better."

He sighed, his expression turning serious for a split second as he thought about her condition.

"She must have suffered a hell of a lot," said Alexander, his tone softening. "Someone that young and cute doesn’t deserve a hand like that."