Chapter 269: Chapter 269: Divided Nights
Helen and Amy walked back out to the booth, their expressions controlled, although their cheeks were still slightly pink. Alexander was looking down at his phone, scrolling through network updates. The moment he saw them approach, he locked the screen and pocketed it.
"Ready to go?" asked Alexander, standing up.
"Yes, let’s head back," said Helen, her voice smooth.
Alexander picked up the heavy shopping bags, and the three of them caught a premium taxi back to the Grand Imperial. The ride was quiet, filled with a thick tension that lingered all the way up the VIP elevator.
As they entered the luxury penthouse suite, Helen turned to him, taking off her coat. "It’s incredibly late, Alexander. You should stay here tonight instead of heading out."
"Yeah, stay," Amy added, looking at him with a lingering heat in her eyes. "There’s plenty of room."
"Alright," Alexander said, tossing the shopping bags onto the counter. "I’ll take the sofa."
"I’m going to take a shower first," said Amy, grabbing a change of clothes and heading into the master bathroom, shutting the door.
The sound of rushing water echoed through the suite a moment later. Helen waited ten seconds before turning to Alexander. Her elegant composure dissolved. She marched into his space, her eyes dark with a desperate hunger.
"I can’t wait," Helen whispered, her breath hot against his neck as she grabbed his hand and forced it down, pulling up the hem of her dress.
Alexander’s palm pressed against her soaking wet satin underwear. She was dripping drained from the lingering stimulation at the parlor.
"My pussy has been leaking since we were at the table," Helen hissed, her teeth biting his earlobe. "Take care of me right now before she gets out."
Alexander gripped her hips, lifting her up and tossing her back onto the plush sofa. He unbuckled his belt, freeing his thick, throbbing length. Helen parted her legs, pulling her panties to the side, and guided him to her burning, slick opening.
Slick...
Alexander thrust deep inside her with one heavy movement, buried to the root. Helen’s eyes rolled back, a choked, muffled scream dying in her throat as she slapped a hand over her own mouth to keep from alerting Amy.
"Fuck, Helen," growled Alexander, his pace turning hard and rhythmic, the sound of wet, clacking flesh echoing in the dark room. "You’re so tight. You’re delicious. I’ve missed this pussy since the last time."
"Ah! Mmh... I haven’t... I haven’t stopped thinking about your cock, Alex," Helen whined through her fingers, her hips riding against his thrusts. "Harder... please, do me harder..."
Helen scrambled up to mount him, sitting over his lap, lowering herself onto his length, her mature chest heaving as she surrounded him with a wild, frantic despair. They lost track of time, the friction building into a fever pitch. Alexander grabbed her waist, flipping her over so she was face down on the cushions, her perfect, mature ass lifted high in the air in a doggy-style position.
Clack! Clack! Clack!
He slammed into her from behind, each heavy stroke driving her face into the leather. Helen was shaking her internal muscles clenching around him like a vice.
"I’m cumming! Alex, I’m cumming!" Helen whimpered, her body going rigid as a wave of orgasmic fluid erupted from her inside, soaking her groin. She collapsed onto the sofa, panting heavily as he pulled out. She looked back at the cushion, gasping out, "Oh God... I left a puddle on the leather... let me... let me clean it up before she sees..."
She frantically reached for a towel nearby, wiping down the wet mark on the sofa with trembling hands.
Neither of them realized that the bathroom door was slightly ajar.
Amy hadn’t even stepped into the shower. Her suspicions from the restaurant had driven her to creep back to the door, peering through the small crack. She stood in the dark, her face flushed as she watched her mother being plowed by Alexander on the sofa. The sight of it had sent a jolt of raw electricity to her groin. Amy was leaning against the tiled wall, her fingers buried inside her own dripping panties, furiously masturbating in sync with every wet stroke Alexander had delivered to her mother.
The bathroom door clicked fully open, and Amy walked out into the living room, wrapped in a white hotel towel. Helen stood up from the sofa, smoothing down her skirt with trembling hands as she forced a composed smile.
"I’ll go take my shower now, dear," said Helen, her voice a bit raspy as she quickly brushed past her daughter and shut the bathroom door behind her.
The moment the water started rushing inside the bathroom, Alexander leaned back against the plush cushions of the sofa, looking relaxed, as if nothing had just occurred on that leather.
Amy didn’t hesitate for a second. She marched over to the sofa, dropped her towel, and climbed onto his lap. She was wearing nothing but a short, plaid skirt. She gripped the hem, pulling it up all the way to her waist to expose her bare, glistening lap right in front of his face.
"Look at this," whispered Amy, her eyes flashing with a wicked, teasing adrenaline as she locked her gaze with his. "I shaved my pussy today. How do you like it better? Smooth like this, or hairy like my mom’s?"
"You’re a little brat, Amy," said Alexander, a dark smirk cutting across his face as his hands gripped her waist.
"You’re a goddamn pervert, Alex... fucking both mother and daughter under the same roof!" Amy hissed, a breathless, excited laugh escaping her lips as she rubbed her soaking wet slit directly against his trousers.
"You say that, but here you are, sitting right on top of my dick without any underwear, showing me everything," said Alexander, his fingers digging into her hips as he pulled her down firmly against him. "So tell me, who’s the shameless one here?"
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