THE TRUCK KUN DRIVER HAREM OF BEAUTIES-Chapter 49: Max Stamina Activated[R18+]

# Chapter 47: Endurance

Amara was still trembling in his arms, her second orgasm slowly fading. Her breathing was ragged, her body slick with sweat where it pressed against his.

Alex looked at her flushed face, at the way her eyes were still glazed with pleasure, and knew he wasn’t done with her yet.

"Go to the table," he said, his voice rough. "Bend over it. Hands flat on the surface."

She unwrapped her legs from around his waist slowly, her movements unsteady. When her feet touched the floor, she had to grip his shoulders for a moment to keep her balance.

"Yes, Master," she whispered.

She walked to the table on shaky legs, turned around, and bent forward. Her hands came down flat on the metal surface, her back arching slightly, presenting her ass to him.

Alex moved behind her and positioned himself at her entrance again. Her pussy was still dripping wet, still clenching from the aftershocks of her last orgasm.

He grabbed her hips and thrust in hard.

"Ahh~~!"

No slow buildup this time. He started fucking her immediately with deep, powerful strokes that made the table shake beneath her.

"Oh god... oh fuck... hah~~"

Her breasts swung with each thrust, the movement visible from where Alex stood behind her. He could see them in his peripheral vision, bouncing with the force of his hips slamming into her ass.

He increased his pace. Faster now. Harder. His cock drove into her relentlessly, the wet sounds of their fucking filling the vault room.

"Yes... fuck me... just like that... ahh~~"

Alex’s right hand came down on her ass.

**SMACK.**

The sound echoed off the walls. A red handprint immediately appeared on her skin.

"Fuck!" Amara’s whole body jerked forward.

He did it again. Same spot.

**SMACK.**

"Ahh~~ Master!"

Her pussy clenched around him with each slap, gripping him tighter. He kept fucking her without slowing down, his hips driving forward while his hand came down on her ass again and again.

**SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.**

"Oh god... I can’t... too much... hah~~"

But her body was saying something different. Her hips were pushing back to meet his thrusts, taking him even deeper. Her moans were getting louder, more desperate.

Alex leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back, and his hands moved around to cup her breasts. He kept thrusting into her while he kneaded the soft flesh, his fingers finding her nipples and pinching them.

"Mmh~~ yes... touch me... don’t stop touching me..."

He rolled her nipples between his fingers, alternating between gentle touches and harder pinches that made her gasp. His hips never stopped moving, never stopped driving his cock deep into her pussy.

"You’re so wet," Alex said against her ear. "I can feel it running down my cock. Down my balls. You’re dripping everywhere."

"I know... I can’t help it... you feel too good... ahh~~"

His right hand left her breast and moved down between her legs. His fingers found her clit and started rubbing it in tight circles while he continued to fuck her.

"Oh fuck... oh fuck... if you keep doing that I’m going to cum again... hah~~"

"Then cum. I want to feel it."

His fingers moved faster on her clit. His cock drove deeper, hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars. And his other hand kept working her breast, kept pinching and rolling her nipple.

"I’m close... so close... please don’t stop... ahh~~"

But Alex had other ideas. He pulled out completely.

"No! Don’t stop! I was right there!"

"Turn around," he commanded. "Face me."

Amara pushed herself up from the table and turned around, frustration and desperate need warring on her face. Alex grabbed her hips and lifted her, setting her down on the edge of the table so she was sitting there facing him.

"Spread your legs wide. Show me everything."

She obeyed, her thighs falling open, revealing her soaking wet pussy to him.

Alex grabbed her right leg under the knee and lifted it high, pushing it up toward her chest. The position opened her up completely, exposed her in the most vulnerable way.

Then he stepped forward and thrust back into her.

"Oh god! Ahh~~!"

The new angle let him go impossibly deep. He held her leg up with one hand, the other gripping her hip for leverage, and started fucking her hard.

Her breast on the side of her raised leg bounced wildly with each thrust, the movement exaggerated by the position. Alex watched it, mesmerized, while his cock pounded into her.

"Yes... yes... fuck me just like that... hah~~"

Sweat was pouring off both of them now. The vault room felt like a sauna despite the cool air. Every surface of their bodies was slick and shining.

Alex’s pace was brutal. Fast and hard and deep. His balls slapped against her ass with each thrust, the sound mixing with her moans to create a symphony of sex.

"Touch yourself," he ordered. "Play with your tits while I fuck you."

Amara’s hands came up immediately, cupping her breasts, squeezing them together. Her fingers found her nipples and started pinching and pulling them.

"Like this, Master?"

"Harder. Pinch them harder."

She obeyed, her fingers gripping her nipples tightly, twisting them. The pain mixed with pleasure made her moan even louder.

"Ahh~~ fuck... this is... I can’t... hah~~"

But Alex could feel his own endurance starting to flag. The stress from the day was catching up with him. The fight with the guards. The tension of getting through security. The mind games with Amara. All of it was adding up.

His thrusts were getting slightly less controlled. His breathing was becoming more labored. Not from arousal now, but from genuine exhaustion.

And Amara noticed.

Even through her pleasure-fogged mind, she noticed the change. A small smile appeared on her lips.

"Getting tired, Master?" Her voice had a teasing edge to it. "All that big talk and now you’re running out of steam?"

Alex looked at her. At that knowing smile. At the challenge in her eyes even as he fucked her.

’Oh shit. She’s got me.’

His body was screaming for rest. His muscles ached. His shoulder throbbed where he’d been hit earlier. Even his enhanced endurance had limits, and he was approaching them fast.

But he wasn’t done yet.

Alex pulled out and took a step back, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

Amara’s smile widened. "What’s wrong? Need a break?"

He looked at her. At this powerful, beautiful woman who thought she’d finally found his limit.

Then he smiled back.

"June," he said clearly. "Activate Passive Max Stamina."

[Passive Max Stamina Skill activating now.]

Instantly, the exhaustion disappeared. The ache in his muscles vanished. His breathing steadied. Energy flooded through his body like someone had plugged him directly into a power source.

It felt like he’d just woken up from the best sleep of his life, completely refreshed and ready to go for hours.

Amara’s expression changed immediately. The confident smile faltered. "What... what did you just do?"

Alex stepped forward again, grabbed her hips, and pulled her to the very edge of the table. "I’m just getting started."

"Uh oh."

He thrust back into her in one smooth motion and her teasing confidence evaporated instantly, replaced by a gasp of pleasure.

"Ahh~~!"

This time when he started fucking her, there was no fatigue. No slowdown. Just relentless, tireless rhythm that showed no signs of stopping.

"Oh fuck... oh fuck... how are you... hah~~"

"You wanted to see how long I could last?" Alex’s voice was steady now, no breathlessness at all. "Let me show you."

He picked up speed. Faster than before. His hips moved in a blur, driving into her over and over with mechanical precision that never wavered.

"I can’t... this is too much... Master, please... ahh~~"

But he didn’t slow down. Didn’t stop. Just kept that same punishing pace while Amara’s moans became screams.

"Oh god! Oh god! I’m cumming! I’m cumming again! Ahh~~!"

Her third orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clamped down on his cock so hard it was almost painful, pulsing rhythmically. More wetness gushed out, soaking them both.

But Alex didn’t stop fucking her through it. Didn’t give her a moment to recover. Just maintained that same relentless pace.

"Too much! It’s too much! Master! Hah~~!"

Her body was shaking uncontrollably now. Every nerve ending was on fire. She’d never been fucked like this before, never had someone with this kind of stamina who could just keep going without tiring.

"Please... I need... I can’t... ahh~~"

Tears were forming in her eyes now. Not from pain. From overwhelming pleasure that her body couldn’t process. From sensation that was almost too much to handle.

Alex finally slowed down, his thrusts becoming gentler, giving her a moment to catch her breath.

Amara was completely wrecked. Her hair was plastered to her face with sweat. Her entire body was flushed and trembling. Her eyes were unfocused, her mouth hanging open as she gasped for air.

"Had enough?" Alex asked, though his tone wasn’t mocking. Just checking.

She looked at him with those glazed eyes and managed a weak nod. "Yes... Master... please..."

Alex pulled out and stepped back. His cock was still rock hard, still ready to go, but Amara clearly needed a break.

He looked down at her sprawled on the table, completely destroyed, and felt satisfaction settle over him.

"Get down," he commanded. "On the floor. On your back."

It took her a few seconds to process the words. Then she slid off the table carefully, her legs so weak she almost fell. She lowered herself to the floor on shaky arms and lay back, her chest heaving.

Alex stood over her, looking down at this powerful woman reduced to a trembling, satisfied mess.

And he wasn’t done with her yet.