Chapter 270: Chapter 270: Relentless Rhythm
"I am, and I don’t care," whispered Amy, her cheeks burning as she guided his thick, hard length inside her smooth, hairless heat.
Slick...
She let out a sharp, choked gasp, her fingers digging into Alexander’s shoulders as he buried himself inside her in one thrust. She was so tight and scorching hot, her freshly shaved skin rubbing against his groin with a rough, delicious friction.
Alexander didn’t waste a second. He gripped her ass, lifting her slightly and slamming her back down onto his lap with a brutal rhythm. The sound of wet flesh clacking together filled the room, competing with the sound of the running water from the bathroom.
"Ah! Mmh... Alex... faster," Amy whimpered, her body shivering as she rode him wildly, her head buried in his neck to smother her moans. "Do me... do me harder than you did her..."
"You really are a little demon," growled Alexander, his pace turning savage as his hands left bruises on her hips, driving her up and down with authority.
Amy’s internal walls began to clench frantically around him, her breathing turning into broken pants as she neared the edge. The friction was unbearable, pushing her toward a explosive release.
Suddenly, the sharp clack of the shower handles turning off echoed loudly from behind the bathroom door.
"Alex... wait... don’t stop... please, I’m right there!" Amy begged in a frantic, crying whisper, her hips twitching as she tried to force him back inside her.
But Alexander was already moving. He ruthlessly grabbed her waist, pulling himself out of her dripping wet slit with a wet pop, and pushed her off his lap.
"Get your towel on. Now," muttered Alexander, his voice dead serious as he quickly adjusted his trousers and buckled his belt.
Without waiting to see her reaction, Alexander turned on his heel and strode quickly across the suite toward the open kitchen. He grabbed a clean glass from the drying rack, pressed it against the water dispenser, and filled it up, taking a long, slow sip just as the bathroom door swung open.
Helen walked out into the living room, a cloud of warm steam following her, her sapphire hair wrapped neatly in a towel. She looked over at the kitchen counter, where Alexander stood calmly leaning against the marble, drinking his water as if he had been there the entire time.
Amy was sitting on the very edge of the sofa, wrapped tightly in her white towel, her legs pressed together as her body still visibly trembled from the unfulfilled, burning ache left between her thighs. She glared at Alexander’s back with a mixture of frustration.
"I’m heading to bed, it’s been an exhausting day," said Helen, stretching her arms slightly as she walked toward the main bedroom.
"Me too," muttered Amy, standing up from the sofa while keeping her towel securely wrapped around her body.
They both said their goodbyes to Alexander, who simply nodded from the kitchen counter before walking over to stretch out on the wide leather couch. Within twenty minutes, the entire penthouse suite fell into a deep silence. Helen satisfied and physically drained from her intense orgasm earlier, fell asleep almost as her head hit the pillow.
Amy waited in the dark, listening until her mother’s breathing turned slow and steady. The burning, unfulfilled ache between her thighs was driving her insane.
Sliding out from under her sheets, Amy crept out of the bedroom on silent tiptoes, navigating the dark living room until she stood right over the sofa.
"Are you awake?" whispered Amy, her voice a sharp, eager hiss in the quiet room.
Alexander opened his eyes, staring up at her through the gloom. Before he could even utter a word, Amy dropped her towel onto the floor, climbed onto the sofa, and straddled his chest, bypassing his torso to plant her bare, freshly shaved crotch over his face.
"Finish what you started," commanded Amy, grinding her dripping wet slit against his mouth.
Alexander didn’t hesitate. He gripped her hips tightly, locking her into position as his tongue shot out parting her slick outer lips and swirling against her hyper-sensitive flesh. Amy let out a sharp, muffled gasp, her hands gripping the back of the sofa as she began to rub her own clitoris with her fingers, matching the wet rhythm of his tongue.
The dual stimulation was devastating. Within barely two minutes of friction, Amy’s body went rigid, her back arching as a violent, soaking orgasm ripped through her, pouring her sweet fluids onto his face.
She panted her chest heaving as she slid down his body, shifting her position until she was on all fours on the narrow mattress, her bare, trembling ass pushed into his lap.
"Now take me from behind," whispered Amy, her voice laced with a raw, competitive malice. "Give it to me just like you gave it to my mom."
Alexander unbuckled his pants, his thick, throbbing shaft exposed in the dark. He aligned his blunt tip with the tight, forbidden crevice lower down, guiding his weight forward to press against the opening.
"Wait... no! Not that hole!" Amy gasped out in a sudden, panicked whisper, her body instinctively flinching forward as she felt the pressure right against her tightly closed anus.
"Yeah, not that hole, Alex..." whispered Helen, her voice suddenly cutting through the darkness from the edge of the hallway. "My daughter is way too narrow and much too cowardly to let you fuck her ass."
Both Alexander and Amy froze, their bodies turning to ice. They slowly looked back, only to see Helen standing there in the shadows, leaning casually against the doorframe with her arms crossed, looking at them with a unreadable expression.
Alexander was paralyzed, his large hands still locked tightly onto Amy’s hips. Amid the sudden shock, his hard erection shifted slightly, slipping downward along the slick valley of Amy’s bare backside. It aligned perfectly with her soft, pink, shaved slit, and with the sudden tension of his body, he accidentally pushed forward, burying his entire length deep inside her up to the root.
"Ah...!" Amy let out a sharp, breathless gasp, her hands gripping the cushions as her eyes widened in pure terror.
Helen slowly walked into the room, a small, dangerous smile playing on her lips as she looked down at the two of them tangled together on the sofa.
"Wow... so even with me standing right here, you still want to keep going with my daughter?" asked Helen, her violet eyes locking onto Alexander’s. "Aren’t you being just a little bit shameless, Alex?"
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