THE TRUCK KUN DRIVER HAREM OF BEAUTIES-Chapter 47: Dual Done [R18+]

Before Alex could finish his sentence, Amara’s mouth was on him.

"Fuck!"

But she didn’t take him deep. Not yet. Her lips just wrapped around the head of his cock, soft and warm, and she stayed there. Just holding him in her mouth without moving.

The sensation was maddening. Alex could feel the wet heat of her mouth, feel her tongue resting against the underside of his head, but she wasn’t doing anything. Just keeping him there, letting him feel what was coming.

Then her tongue moved. Slowly. It traced around the ridge of his head, following the edge where the sensitive skin met the shaft. The pressure was light, teasing, taking her time to explore every millimeter.

"Mmh..." The sound escaped Alex’s throat before he could stop it.

Amara’s eyes flicked up to look at him. There was satisfaction in her gaze. She’d gotten a reaction already.

Her tongue kept moving in that slow circle around his head, not rushing, just learning the shape of him. When she reached the spot on the underside where his head met his shaft, she paused there. Her tongue pressed against that sensitive point and moved back and forth, just a tiny motion, barely anything.

Alex’s hands gripped the edge of the table. "Jesus..."

’Why does her mouth feel like fucking heaven?’

She pulled back slightly, her lips leaving his cock completely. Then her tongue extended and she licked upward from where his head ended, following the ridge all the way to the very tip. Slow. Deliberate. Making sure he felt every second of it.

When she reached the top, she swirled her tongue around the slit, tasting the precum that had already leaked out.

"Hah..." Alex’s breathing was getting heavier already.

Amara’s lips curved into a small smile around his cock. Then she took him back into her mouth, this time going a little deeper. Not all the way, maybe halfway down his shaft, and she held him there.

Her cheeks hollowed as she created suction. The pressure was steady, pulling at him, and her tongue moved against the underside of his shaft in lazy strokes.

Alex’s hips wanted to thrust forward, wanted to push deeper into that wet heat, but he forced himself to stay still. This was her turn. Her pace.

She started moving now. Slow bobs of her head, taking him in and pulling back, never going very deep but maintaining that constant suction. Her lips were sealed tight around his shaft, and every time she pulled back, he could feel the drag of them against his skin.

"Fuck, that’s good..." The words came out rough.

Amara increased her pace slightly, still not fast but with more purpose now. Her head moved up and down, her lips sliding along his length, and her tongue never stopped moving. It pressed against him, swirled around him, created patterns that he couldn’t predict.

One of her hands came up and wrapped around the base of his cock. She didn’t stroke yet, just held him there, keeping him steady while her mouth worked the upper half.

Alex looked down at her. At the sight of his cock disappearing between her lips. At the way her cheeks moved with each bob of her head. At the focused expression on her face, like she was solving a complex problem and determined to find the solution.

Her other hand moved to his thigh, nails digging in slightly, using it for leverage as she took him a little deeper.

"Mmh~" She hummed around his cock and the vibration shot straight through him.

"Shit..." Alex’s grip on the table tightened.

She pulled back until just the head remained in her mouth, then her tongue went to work again. It flicked against the underside, rapid movements that sent sparks of pleasure up his spine. Then it moved to the slit, pressing into it, teasing it.

Alex’s hand moved to the back of her head without thinking. Not pushing, just resting there, feeling her hair under his fingers.

But Amara reached up immediately and removed his hand, placing it firmly back on the table. Her eyes met his, and there was a clear message there. This was her show. No touching.

Then she took him deep. Really deep. Her mouth slid down his shaft until her nose was almost touching his pelvis, until he could feel the back of her throat.

"Oh fuck..." Alex’s whole body tensed.

She held him there for a few seconds, her throat working around him, swallowing slightly which created the most incredible pressure. Then she pulled back slowly, her tongue pressing against the underside the entire way.

When she reached the head again, she swirled her tongue around it one more time before taking him deep again. She set up a rhythm now, slow and steady, taking him to the back of her throat and then pulling back to tease his head.

Her hand on his shaft started moving too, stroking in time with her mouth. The combination was devastating. Wet heat above, firm pressure below, both working together to drive him insane.

"Amara... fuck..." Alex could feel the pleasure building in his core, that familiar tightness starting to form.

She must have sensed it because her pace increased. Her head bobbed faster now, her hand stroked harder, and that suction got stronger. Her other hand left his thigh and moved lower, cupping his balls, rolling them gently.

The sensation was overwhelming. Alex’s breathing was ragged now, his chest heaving, his hands gripping the table so hard his knuckles were white.

"You’re getting close," Amara said, pulling off his cock for just a second to speak. Her hand kept stroking him while she talked. "I can feel it. Your cock is getting harder. Thicker."

"Not yet," Alex managed to say, his voice strained.

"Yes you are." She smiled and took him back into her mouth, this time with clear purpose. Her head moved fast now, taking him deep and pulling back, over and over, while her hand worked his balls.

The pleasure was building too fast. Alex could feel it approaching, that point of no return where he wouldn’t be able to stop it even if he wanted to.

’No. Not yet. I can’t lose this.’

His hand moved to her head again, trying to slow her down, but she batted it away without breaking rhythm.

"Amara, wait..."

But she didn’t wait. Her mouth worked him relentlessly, her tongue swirling, her cheeks hollowing, creating so much suction that it felt like she was trying to pull his soul out through his cock.

Alex’s legs started shaking. His breathing was coming in short gasps. He was right there, right on the fucking edge.

Then Amara did something that almost destroyed him. She took him as deep as she could, held him there, and hummed. The vibration traveled through his entire cock, and her throat swallowed around him at the same time.

"Fuck! I’m going to..." Alex’s voice broke.

But then she stopped. Pulled off completely. Her mouth left his cock and she sat back on her heels, looking up at him with those knowing eyes.

His cock was throbbing, desperate for release, but she’d stopped just in time.

"Not yet," she said, echoing his earlier words back at him. "This is a competition, remember? You’re trying not to cum. I’m trying to make you. So no, not yet."

Alex took several deep breaths, trying to get himself under control. His cock was so hard it actually hurt, and every nerve ending was screaming for her to finish what she’d started.

"You’re evil," he said.

"I’m competitive." She reached out and stroked him once, slowly, from base to tip. "Big difference."

She gave him maybe thirty seconds to calm down. Just enough time for the urgency to fade slightly, for him to step back from that edge.

Then she leaned in again, but this time she didn’t take him into her mouth right away. Her tongue extended and she licked up the length of his shaft, root to tip, slow and deliberate. When she reached the head, she swirled around it, collecting the precum that had leaked out.

"You taste good," she said, making direct eye contact. "I wonder how much better you’ll taste when you finally cum for me."

"That’s not happening."

"We’ll see."

Her mouth enveloped his head again, and this time her tongue focused entirely on that most sensitive spot on the underside. She found it easily, that one point that made his whole body jerk, and she worked it mercilessly. Her tongue moved back and forth across it, applying just the right amount of pressure, never stopping.

"Shit... oh shit..." Alex’s control was slipping again.

Her hand returned to his balls, but this time she didn’t just cup them. Her fingers explored, rolling each one gently, applying pressure in ways that sent pleasure shooting up his spine.

She pulled off his cock again and looked up at him. "You’re fighting so hard. I can see it in your face. Every muscle is tense. You’re holding back."

"That’s the point."

"But why hold back?" Her hand stroked him slowly while she spoke. "Wouldn’t it feel so much better to just let go? To give in and cum in my mouth?"

"Nice try."

She smiled. "Worth a shot."

Then her mouth was back on him, and this time she wasn’t playing around. She took him deep and set a fast pace, her head bobbing up and down while her hand worked in perfect rhythm. Her other hand squeezed his balls gently, then moved lower, her fingers pressing against his perineum.

The combination of sensations was too much. The wet heat of her mouth. The pressure on his balls. Her fingers pressing that spot between his balls and ass that sent waves of pleasure through his entire body.

"Amara... I can’t... you need to stop..."

But she didn’t stop. She doubled down, taking him deeper, moving faster, her tongue doing things that should be illegal.

Alex felt it building again, stronger this time, impossible to stop. His whole body tensed, his breathing stopped, and for a second he thought this was it, he was going to lose.

Then she pulled off again. Just in time. Again.

His cock throbbed in the air, desperate and angry, so close to release but denied at the last possible second.

"You bastard..." Alex’s voice was wrecked. "You absolute bastard."

"I learned from the best." Amara was breathing hard too now, her lips swollen and wet. "You did this to me earlier. Fair is fair."

She gave him another short break, just enough time for the desperation to ease slightly. Then she started again.

This time she changed her technique. Instead of taking him deep, she focused entirely on his head. Her lips sealed around it and created intense suction while her tongue worked the underside. Her hand stroked his shaft fast and firm, and her other hand rolled his balls.

"Hah... fuck... Amara..."

She hummed around his head and the vibration combined with everything else was devastating. Alex could feel his control crumbling, could feel that point of no return approaching again.

But he gritted his teeth and held on. Refused to give in. This was a game and he wasn’t going to lose.

"You’re stubborn," Amara said, pulling off once more. "I’ll give you that."

"You’re not winning this."

"Not yet." She took him back into her mouth, deeper this time, and established the fastest pace yet. Her head moved up and down in a blur, her hand stroked him in perfect time, and her other hand kept working his balls and pressing that spot behind them.

Minutes passed like that. Her bringing him to the edge over and over, backing off at the last second, then starting again. Each time it got harder to resist. Each time his body screamed at him to just give in and cum.

But he held on.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Amara pulled back completely and sat on her heels again. She was breathing hard, her face flushed, her lips swollen.

"What’s my time?" she asked.

Alex pulled out his phone with shaking hands. The timer showed 11 minutes and 52 seconds.

"Almost twelve minutes," he said.

Amara’s eyes widened slightly. "Twelve?"

"Eleven fifty-two."

"Fuck." She sat back further, looking at his cock which was still rock hard and throbbing. "I thought for sure I had you at least three times."

"You did. But I didn’t give in."

She looked up at him, and despite the frustration in her expression, there was respect there too. "Well played, Mercer."

"You too. That was..." Alex took a breath. "That was incredible."

"But you won." She stood up slowly. "Which means you’re in control now."

"That was the deal."

Amara straightened her shoulders, that confidence returning to her posture. "So what do you want?"

Alex looked at her. At this powerful woman who’d just spent twelve minutes trying to break him and had come incredibly close. Who was now standing there waiting for his command.

"First," he said, his voice still rough from the strain of holding back, "you’re going to address me as Master."

Her eyebrows rose slightly. "Master?"

"That’s the rule. I won. You follow my commands. And you address me properly."

Something flickered in Amara’s eyes. Not anger. Not even resistance. Something that looked almost like excitement.

"Yes, Master," she said, and the way she said it made his cock twitch.

"Second," Alex continued, "climb up on that table. On your back. And start touching yourself. Don’t stop until I get there."

Amara held his gaze for a moment longer. Then she moved to the table and climbed up onto it gracefully. She lay back, her legs falling open, her hand already moving between her thighs.

"Yes, Master," she said again, her fingers finding her clit and starting to move in slow circles.

Alex stood there for a moment, watching her touch herself, watching the way her body responded to her own fingers. His cock was still achingly hard, desperate for release after everything she’d just done to him.

But he was in control now.

And he was going to make this count.