The second round started before I’d even fully caught my breath.

Diane kissed me like she was starving for it, tongue sliding against mine while her hand worked between us to get me ready again. Not that she needed to do much. Boundless Stamina meant my dick was already hard, already pressing against her thigh.

She broke the kiss and pushed me onto my back, climbing on top with the same confident energy she’d had the first time. Except this time her composure cracked faster. Her hands braced against my chest as she sank down on me again, taking every inch until she sat fully in my lap.

"God," she gasped. "You feel even better the second time."

I grabbed her hips and thrust up into her, making her eyes widen. "Good. Because we’re not stopping."

She started riding me harder than before, bouncing in my lap with her breasts swaying right in front of my face. I couldn’t resist. I leaned forward and captured one nipple in my mouth, sucking hard while my hands guided her rhythm.

"Yes," she moaned, arching her back to give me better access. "Just like that."

Her hands tangled in my hair, holding my head against her chest as she rolled her hips. Each movement drove me deeper inside her wet heat. The angle hit something that made her gasp every time.

I switched to her other breast, giving it the same attention. Licking and sucking and biting just enough to make her moan louder. Her pussy clenched around me every time my teeth grazed her nipple.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. Wet, obscene noises that would’ve embarrassed me if I gave a damn about embarrassment right now. But Diane’s moans drowned out everything else. She wasn’t holding back anymore, letting every sound escape without filter.

"Harder," she demanded, her nails digging into my shoulders. "I need it harder."

I planted my feet and thrust up to meet each drop of her hips. The impact made her cry out, her whole body shuddering. Her inner walls squeezed me tight, pulsing in rhythm with her movements.

She came faster this time. Her body went rigid above me, her back arching as another orgasm tore through her. She screamed my name again, louder than before, not caring who might hear.

I didn’t stop. I kept thrusting through her orgasm, prolonging it, making her shake and gasp and dig her nails deeper into my skin.

When she finally collapsed against my chest, breathing hard, I gave her exactly three seconds before flipping us over again.

"Wait," she gasped. "I need a minute to—"

I kissed her to shut her up, positioning myself between her legs. Her thighs wrapped around my waist automatically, pulling me closer even while she protested.

I pushed inside her again and she moaned into my mouth. Still sensitive from her last orgasm. Still tight and wet and perfect.

"You’re insane," she breathed against my lips.

"You started this," I reminded her, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in.

Her protest turned into a strangled moan. Her hands clutched at my back as I set a punishing pace, fucking her hard enough to make the bed creak beneath us.

This time I focused on kissing her while I moved. Deep kisses that matched the rhythm of my hips. Her tongue tangled with mine as I thrust deeper, angling to hit the spot that made her whole body jerk.

"Lukas," she gasped between kisses. "God, Lukas, don’t stop."

I had no intention of stopping. My hands found her breasts again, squeezing and kneading while I kissed down her neck. She tasted like expensive perfume and sweat.

Her third orgasm built slower but hit harder. I felt it approaching in the way her breathing changed, the way her body tensed beneath mine. Her inner walls started fluttering around my dick, squeezing tighter with each thrust.

"Come for me," I murmured against her ear. "I want to feel you come on my dick again."

That did it. She came with a broken cry, her whole body convulsing. Her pussy clamped down so tight I couldn’t hold back. I thrust deep one last time and came inside her, adding to the mess from round one.

We lay there for maybe thirty seconds before I felt myself getting hard again inside her.

Diane’s eyes flew open. "You’ve got to be kidding me."

"Nope." I kissed her again, slow and deep. "Told you. We’re not stopping."

She laughed, the sound breathless and slightly hysterical. "What did I get myself into?"

"Something you’re going to enjoy," I promised, starting to move again.

And I was right.

The third position had Diane on her hands and knees, ass in the air while I knelt behind her. My hands gripped her hips hard enough to leave marks as I thrust into her from behind. The new angle let me go even deeper, hitting spots that made her drop her head and moan into the pillow.

"Fuck," she gasped, pushing back to meet each thrust. "Right there, yes, right there."

I leaned over her back, one hand sliding up to cup her breast while I pounded into her. My thumb and finger rolled her nipple, pinching just hard enough to make her clench around me.

The sound was even more obscene from this angle. Wet slapping. My hips meeting her ass. Her moans muffled by the pillow. The bed frame banging against the wall with each thrust.

"Harder," she demanded again, her voice hoarse now. "Don’t you dare slow down."

I gave her exactly what she asked for. Faster. Harder. Deep enough to make her whole body shake with each impact.

She came screaming into the pillow, her arms giving out so her face pressed against the mattress while her ass stayed in the air. I kept going, fucking her through another orgasm that left her trembling and gasping.

When I came this time, I grabbed her hair gently and pulled her head back, making her arch.

She moaned as I emptied inside her again, her pussy milking every drop.