THE TRUCK KUN DRIVER HAREM OF BEAUTIES-Chapter 48: Surrender [R18+]

Alex walked toward her slowly, his eyes fixed on Amara as she lay on the table with her hand moving between her thighs. Her fingers worked in steady circles over her clit, and small sounds were already escaping her lips.

"Mmh... ahh~"

She was watching him approach, her eyes dark with arousal, her chest rising and falling with increasingly heavy breaths. The tactical jacket was still on but unzipped, her shirt underneath unbuttoned halfway down.

When Alex reached the table, he stood there looking down at her. At the way her body moved in response to her own touch. At the flush spreading across her cheeks and down her neck.

"Stop," he said.

Amara’s hand froze immediately. Her fingers stayed where they were, resting against her clit but no longer moving.

"Take your hand away."

She pulled her hand back slowly, bringing it up to rest on her stomach. Her fingers were wet, glistening with her arousal.

Alex positioned himself between her spread legs. His cock was still achingly hard, throbbing with need after what she’d done to him. He looked at her pussy, at how wet she already was, how ready.

He gripped his cock at the base and guided it to her entrance. The head pressed against her, feeling the heat radiating from inside her.

Then he pushed in.

Slowly. Just the head at first.

"Oh... oh god..." Amara’s voice came out breathy.

He kept pushing, feeding his cock into her inch by inch. She was tight, her walls gripping him as he entered, but she was so wet that he slid in without resistance.

"Ahh~~ fuck..."

When he was halfway in, he paused. Gave her time to adjust to the stretch. Then he pushed deeper, filling her completely until his hips pressed against hers and he was buried to the hilt inside her.

"Oh my god... you’re so deep... hah~~"

Alex held himself there for a moment, both of them adjusting to the sensation. She felt incredible around him. Hot and tight and perfect.

Then he started to move.

He pulled back slowly, withdrawing until just the head remained inside her, then pushed back in with the same deliberate pace. Long, slow strokes that made her feel every inch of him.

"Mmh~~ yes... just like that..."

Amara’s hands moved to grip the edges of the table on either side of her body, holding on as he fucked her with that steady rhythm. Her eyes were half-closed, her mouth open, small moans escaping with each thrust.

Alex’s hands went to her hips, gripping them firmly as he maintained that slow pace. He watched where their bodies connected, watched his cock disappearing into her pussy over and over, watched the way her lips stretched around his girth.

"You feel so good," he said, his voice rough. "So fucking tight."

"Ahh~~ don’t stop... please don’t stop..."

But he did change things. His pace increased gradually, his thrusts getting faster, harder. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the vault room, wet slapping sounds that echoed off the walls.

"Yes... yes... fuck me harder... hah~~"

Amara’s breathing was getting more desperate now, her moans louder. Sweat was starting to form on her skin despite the cool air in the vault.

Alex could see her discomfort building. The tactical jacket and shirt were trapping heat against her body. She was starting to squirm, one hand leaving the table edge to fan at her chest.

"Take it off," he commanded, not breaking his rhythm. "The jacket. The shirt. All of it."

"Yes, Master..."

She struggled to sit up slightly while he was still fucking her, her hands going to the tactical jacket and pushing it off her shoulders. She tossed it aside, then started working on the buttons of her shirt with shaking fingers.

Alex slowed his pace to give her time, his cock still buried inside her but moving in gentle, shallow thrusts that kept her aroused while she worked.

The shirt came unbuttoned and she pulled it open, revealing a simple black bra underneath. Her fingers went to the front clasp and unhooked it. The bra fell away.

Alex’s eyes fixed on her breasts immediately.

They were perfect. Not too large, not too small, just the right size to fit in his hands. The shape was beautiful, full and round with a natural curve that defied gravity even as she lay on her back. Her skin was flawless, that same honey-gold tone that covered the rest of her body, smooth and unmarked.

And her nipples. They were pink, a soft dusty rose color that stood out against her skin. Already hard from arousal, they pointed upward, begging for attention. The areolas were small and perfectly circular, just a shade darker than the nipples themselves.

"Beautiful," Alex said, his hands leaving her hips to move up her body. "Absolutely beautiful."

His palms cupped her breasts, feeling their weight, feeling the softness of her skin. His thumbs brushed over her nipples and Amara gasped.

"Ahh~~ sensitive..."

Alex leaned down, his hips still moving in those slow, deep thrusts, and took her left nipple into his mouth.

"Oh fuck... mmh~~"

His tongue circled around the hardened peak, then flicked across it rapidly. His hand squeezed her other breast, kneading the soft flesh, his fingers finding that nipple and pinching it gently.

"Yes... oh god yes... hah~~"

Amara’s back arched off the table, pushing her breast further into his mouth. Her hands moved to his head, fingers threading through his hair, not pulling but just holding him there.

Alex sucked her nipple harder, his teeth grazing it lightly, and the moan that escaped her was desperate and needy.

"Ahh~~ fuck... that feels so good..."

While his mouth worked her breast, Alex’s right hand left the other one and traveled down her body. Over her stomach. Between her legs where they were still joined. His fingers found her clit and started rubbing it in firm circles.

The combination of sensations hit Amara hard. His cock filling her pussy with those slow, deep thrusts. His mouth on her breast, sucking and licking. His fingers working her clit.

"Oh god... oh god... I’m going to... hah~~ I can’t..."

Her whole body tensed. Her pussy clamped down around his cock, squeezing him tight.

"That’s it," Alex murmured against her breast. "Cum for me."

His fingers moved faster on her clit. His teeth grazed her nipple again. His cock drove deep and stayed there, grinding against her.

"Fuck! Oh fuck! Ahh~~!"

Amara came hard. Her back arched completely off the table, her mouth open in a silent scream for a moment before sound finally emerged. Her pussy spasmed around his cock, rhythmic contractions that gripped him tight, and he could feel her wetness gushing out around where they were joined.

"Yes... yes... oh god yes... mmh~~"

Alex didn’t stop. His fingers kept working her clit through the orgasm, drawing it out, making it last longer. His cock stayed buried deep inside her while she shook and moaned beneath him.

When her climax finally started to subside, when her body began to relax back onto the table, Alex pulled back. He straightened up and looked down at her.

She was wrecked. Her hair was completely undone now, spread out around her head. Her skin was flushed and covered in a light sheen of sweat. Her chest was heaving as she tried to catch her breath. And her eyes were glazed, unfocused, still lost in the aftershocks of pleasure.

"Sit up," Alex commanded.

It took her a few seconds to process the words. Then she pushed herself up slowly, using her arms for support. Her legs dangled off the edge of the table, and Alex’s cock was still inside her.

"Wrap your legs around me."

She did, her thighs gripping his waist, her ankles crossing behind his back. The position pulled him deeper inside her and she gasped.

"Now put your arms around my neck."

Amara’s arms came up and wrapped around his neck. Their bodies were pressed together now, her breasts crushed against his chest, her face inches from his.

Alex’s hands went to her ass, gripping firmly. Then he lifted her.

She wasn’t heavy, and with his enhanced strength it was easy to hold her there. Her legs tightened around his waist, her arms around his neck, and her pussy clenched around his cock.

"Oh... this position... hah~~"

Alex walked a few steps away from the table, carrying her, his cock never leaving her body. Then he stopped and looked at her.

"I want you to ride me," he said. "Use your legs. Your hips. Fuck yourself on my cock."

Amara’s eyes focused on his face, and despite the exhaustion from her previous orgasm, there was heat there again. Need.

"Yes, Master," she whispered.

She started to move. Using her legs wrapped around his waist for leverage, she lifted herself up until just the head of his cock remained inside her. Then she dropped back down, taking him deep in one motion.

"Ahh~~ fuck..."

She did it again. Lifted up. Dropped down. Her pussy swallowing his cock over and over. The new angle let him go even deeper than before, and every time she dropped down, he hit spots inside her that made her moan.

"That’s it," Alex encouraged, his hands gripping her ass tighter, helping to support her weight. "Keep going. Fuck me."

"Mmh~~ oh god... this is... hah~~"

Amara’s pace increased. She was riding him hard now, her hips moving in circles as she rose and fell, creating friction that had both of them gasping. Her breasts bounced with each movement, and Alex couldn’t help watching them, mesmerized by the way they moved.

"You’re so deep... I can feel you everywhere... ahh~~"

Sweat was dripping down her body now. Down her neck. Between her breasts. Her thighs were trembling from the exertion but she didn’t stop. She kept riding him, kept taking his cock deep inside her with every drop of her hips.

"Faster," Alex commanded.

She obeyed immediately. Her movements became frantic, desperate, chasing another orgasm. Her moans got louder, less controlled, just raw sounds of pleasure.

"Yes... yes... oh fuck yes... hah~~ I’m close again... so close..."

Alex could feel his own orgasm building too. After everything Amara had done to him earlier, after holding back for so long, the pressure was becoming unbearable. But he gritted his teeth and held on. Not yet. Not until she came first.

"Touch yourself," he ordered. "Rub your clit while you ride me."

One of Amara’s hands left his neck and went between their bodies. Her fingers found her clit and started moving frantically.

"Oh god... oh god... I’m going to... I can’t... ahh~~"

Her pussy was clenching around him rhythmically now, getting tighter with each thrust. Her whole body was trembling. She was right there, right on the edge.

"Cum," Alex commanded. "Cum on my cock right now."

And she did.

"Fuck! Oh fuck! Master! Ahh~~!"

Her second orgasm hit even harder than the first. Her pussy clamped down on his cock like a vice, spasming violently. More wetness gushed out, running down his shaft and dripping onto the floor. Her whole body went rigid in his arms, every muscle locked tight.

"Yes... yes... oh god yes... mmh~~"

She kept riding him through it, her hips still moving even as pleasure overwhelmed her. Her fingers kept working her clit, drawing out the sensations, making it last as long as possible.

Alex held her tight, supporting her completely as she came apart in his arms. His cock throbbed inside her, desperate for its own release, but he forced himself to wait just a little longer.

When her orgasm finally started to fade, when her movements became slower and less coordinated, he knew it was time.

But not yet. Not quite yet.

He wanted to see her completely destroyed first.