THE TRUCK KUN DRIVER HAREM OF BEAUTIES-Chapter 50: Roll the Dice [R18+]

# Chapter 48: Relentless (Revised)

Alex stood over Amara as she lay on the floor, her chest still heaving from her last orgasm. Her body was slick with sweat, trembling, completely spent.

But his Max Stamina was active now. The exhaustion that had been creeping up on him was completely gone. He felt fresh, energized, like he could go for hours without stopping.

And he planned to.

He knelt down between her spread legs and looked at her pussy. It was swollen and red from the fucking, glistening wet, still clenching occasionally from the aftershocks of pleasure.

His hand moved between her thighs. Two fingers pressed against her entrance, then pushed inside slowly.

"Ahh~~ Master... I’m still sensitive..."

"I know."

He started moving his fingers inside her, curling them upward to find that spot on her front wall. When his fingertips brushed against it, Amara’s whole body jerked.

"Oh fuck... right there... hah~~"

Alex focused his attention there, his fingers rubbing that spot with steady pressure while his thumb found her clit and started moving in circles.

"Too much... it’s too much... ahh~~"

But her hips were lifting off the floor, pushing against his hand, begging for more even as she protested. Her pussy was so wet that he could hear the obscene sounds his fingers were making as they worked inside her.

He added a third finger, stretching her wider, and increased his pace. His fingers fucked into her fast and firm while his thumb worked her clit relentlessly.

"Oh god... oh god... Master... I can’t... hah~~"

Her thighs were shaking violently now. Her hands clawed at the floor, looking for something to grip onto but finding nothing. Her back arched, lifting her chest toward the ceiling.

"You’re going to cum again," Alex said, watching her face. "I can feel your pussy getting tighter. You’re close."

"No... I can’t cum again... too sensitive... ahh~~"

"Yes you can. And you will."

His fingers drove deeper, curling harder against that spot. His thumb pressed firmly on her clit and rubbed in rapid circles.

Amara’s mouth opened but no sound came out at first. Her whole body went rigid. Then the scream broke free.

"Fuck! Oh fuck! Ahh~~!"

She came hard around his fingers, her pussy clamping down on them in rhythmic pulses. Clear fluid gushed out, squirting past his fingers and soaking his hand, running down onto the floor beneath her.

"That’s it," Alex encouraged, not stopping his movements. "Keep cumming. Give me everything."

"I can’t stop... oh god I can’t stop... hah~~"

Her orgasm seemed to go on forever, wave after wave of pleasure crashing through her. By the time it finally started to fade, she was sobbing, her body completely overwhelmed.

Alex pulled his fingers out slowly. They were coated in her wetness, dripping with it.

"Open your mouth," he commanded.

Amara’s eyes were barely focused, but she obeyed. Her lips parted.

Alex brought his fingers to her mouth. "Suck. Get them nice and wet."

She took his fingers into her mouth and her tongue swirled around them, tasting herself, coating them with saliva. When he pulled them out, they were slick and shining.

’The First Lady is sucking my fingers clean and calling me Master. A week ago I was bleeding out in a sewer. Now I’m here because I won a sex competition she designed. Her rules. Her game. I just played it better. And she’s actually sticking to the agreement. Respect for that, at least. Makes me wonder who else I can pull into this before it all falls apart.’

He positioned himself between her legs again, his cock harder than ever. He grabbed her thighs and pushed them up toward her chest, folding her nearly in half. The position exposed her completely, made her vulnerable.

’Time to completely demolish this pussy.’

Then he thrust in hard.

"Ahh~~!"

No gentle buildup. He started fucking her immediately with deep, powerful strokes that made her entire body jolt with each impact.

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

His pace was brutal. Fast and hard and unrelenting. The sound of their bodies meeting echoed through the vault room, mixing with her desperate moans.

**SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.**

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

Alex’s hand came down on her ass.

**SMACK.**

The sound was sharp and loud. Her skin immediately turned pink where his palm had connected.

"Fuck!" Amara’s voice broke.

He did it again. Harder this time.

**SMACK.**

"Ahh~~ Master!"

**SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.**

Each slap made her pussy clench around his cock, made her moan louder. Her ass was turning red now, covered in handprints, and he could see her body responding to the combination of pleasure and pain.

"You like that?" Alex asked, his voice steady despite the intensity of his thrusts. "You like being spanked while I fuck you?"

"Yes... god yes... I love it... hah~~"

He kept alternating between fucking her hard and spanking her ass. The rhythm was unpredictable, keeping her off balance, never knowing when the next slap would come.

"Please... I’m going to cum again... I can’t hold it... ahh~~"

"Then don’t hold it. Cum on my cock."

His hand came down on her ass one more time, harder than all the previous ones.

**CRACK.**

"Fuck! Oh fuck! I’m cumming! Ahh~~!"

Her fifth orgasm hit her like a freight train. Her pussy spasmed around his cock so violently that he almost lost his rhythm. Her whole body convulsed, every muscle locking tight, and she screamed so loud he was sure anyone outside would hear.

But Alex didn’t stop. Didn’t slow down. Just kept that same punishing pace while she came apart beneath him.

When her orgasm finally subsided, when her body went limp and boneless on the floor, Alex pulled out.

"We’re not done yet."

Amara looked at him with wide, disbelieving eyes. "Master... I can’t... I have nothing left..."

"You’ll find more." He lay down on the floor beside her. "Climb on top of me. Ride me."

It took her several seconds to gather enough strength to move. She pushed herself up slowly, her arms shaking, and straddled his hips. Her hand reached down to grip his cock and guide it to her entrance.

She lowered herself slowly, taking him inside inch by inch, her face contorting with the overwhelming sensation.

"Mmh~~ so full..."

When she was completely seated on him, she paused for a moment, breathing hard. Then she started to move.

Her hips rolled in slow circles at first, grinding against him. Alex’s hands went to her hips, guiding her movements, setting the pace he wanted.

"Faster," he commanded.

She obeyed, lifting herself up and dropping back down. Her breasts bounced with each movement, and Alex couldn’t stop watching them. The way they moved was hypnotic.

"That’s it. Keep going. Fuck yourself on my cock."

"Yes, Master... hah~~"

Her pace increased gradually. She was riding him harder now, her thighs working to lift her body and drop it back down. The wet sounds of their fucking filled the room again.

Alex’s hands moved from her hips to her breasts, cupping them, squeezing them. His thumbs brushed over her nipples and she gasped.

"Ahh~~ sensitive..."

He pinched her nipples between his fingers, rolling them, tugging on them. Amara’s head fell back and her moans got louder.

"Oh god... if you keep doing that... hah~~"

But she was getting tired. He could see it in the way her movements were becoming less coordinated, slower. Her thighs were trembling with the effort of keeping the pace.

Alex decided it was time to take over.

His hands gripped her hips firmly. Then he started thrusting up into her from below.

Hard.

Fast.

Relentless.

"Oh fuck! Master! Ahh~~!"

Amara’s hands came down to his chest, bracing herself as he fucked her from underneath. She couldn’t keep up with his pace, couldn’t match his rhythm. She just had to hold on while he used her body for his pleasure.

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

His hips moved like a machine, driving up into her over and over without slowing. The Max Stamina meant he could maintain this pace indefinitely, could fuck her until she completely broke.

"I’m cumming again... oh god I’m cumming... ahh~~!"

Her sixth orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clenched around him, trying to milk his cock, and her whole body shook with the force of it.

But Alex didn’t stop. Kept thrusting up into her through the orgasm, prolonging it, making it last longer than she could handle.

"Too much! Master, please! I can’t take anymore! Hah~~"

"Yes you can."

He kept fucking her for another minute, driving her through the tail end of her orgasm and almost immediately into another one. By the time he finally stopped, she was crying again, completely overwhelmed.

Amara collapsed forward onto his chest, gasping for air, her entire body trembling uncontrollably.

"Please... Master... I can’t... no more... I’m done..."

Alex looked at her. At this powerful woman reduced to a begging, trembling mess. And he felt his own orgasm approaching finally, that familiar tightness building in his core.

But he wasn’t ready to finish yet.

"Let’s play a game," he said.

Amara lifted her head slightly, confusion in her exhausted eyes. "What?"

"A game to decide if we continue or stop. Fair chance for both of us."

"What kind of game?"

’June, I need a pair of dice. Now.’

[Generating molecular dice. Complete.]

Two dice materialized in Alex’s hand, appearing out of thin air. Amara’s eyes widened slightly at the sight.

"We roll three times each," Alex explained. "Add up all three rolls. Whoever gets the higher total decides what happens next. If you win, we stop. If I win, we keep going."

Amara looked at the dice, then at him. She was clearly exhausted, clearly hoping for a way out. But there was also something in her expression that looked like relief that he was giving her a chance.

"Okay," she said weakly. "Deal."

"You go first."

She took the dice with shaking hands and rolled them on the floor beside them.

A four and a one.

"Five," she said, some hope creeping into her voice.

She rolled again.

A three and a three.

"Six. That’s eleven total so far."

Her third roll.

A two and a one.

"Three. That’s fourteen total." She looked at him. "Beat that."

Alex picked up the dice. He could feel the tension in the air. Amara was watching him closely, her exhausted body tense with anticipation.

He rolled.

A two and a two.

"Four," he said calmly.

Amara’s expression brightened slightly. She was winning.

Second roll.

A three and a two.

"Five. That’s nine total."

Now Amara was definitely looking more hopeful. She had fourteen. He had nine. He needed at least a six on his last roll just to tie.

Alex shook the dice one more time. The sound seemed loud in the quiet vault room.

He released them.

They tumbled across the floor.

A four and a three.

Seven.

Amara stared at the dice. Her mouth fell open. "No..."

"Sixteen," Alex said with a smile. "Looks like we’re continuing."

"You’ve got to be kidding me. How did you..." She looked at the dice, then back at him, disbelief written all over her face.

"Luck," Alex said simply.

He sat up, forcing Amara to slide off him. Then he moved to lean his back against the wall and looked at her.

"Come here," he commanded. "Ride your Master one more time."

Amara looked at him. At his still-hard cock. At the determined expression on his face.

Then, despite her exhaustion, despite everything, she crawled toward him.