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.

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