Chapter 1390
Their reunion after the long separation from Jayrodale reignited sparks neither had forgotten. Distance makes the heart grow fonder, and the body more desperate. As a result, Andrew held nothing back.
Soon, the buxom beauty was gasping in familiar ecstasy. Whether for Andrew’s convenience or her own whimsy, she had even tied her hair into two thick ponytails that now bounced tantalizingly with every movement.
Andrew grabbed them and thought they made perfect handles. The whole experience felt even better.
“Andrew… faster…” Francesca whimpered, eyes fluttering shut as waves of pleasure overtook her.
Unlike Lauren’s restrained passion or Aspen’s bashful surrender, Francesca was fearless in bed, granting Andrew complete dominion over her curves. The quiet, bookish girl the world saw hid an unexpected vixen between the sheets.
About 40 minutes later, the battle concluded with Francesca collapsing against him, her doll-like face flushed and smiling in exhausted satisfaction.
“Don’t… wake me tomorrow. My legs are too weak… I need sleep…”
Andrew gave her impressive bosom an appreciative squeeze. Under normal circumstances, he would never let her off so easily—he would have her back on her feet for another round until she was begging for mercy, utterly spent.
Nonetheless, tonight was different. His little servant was waiting eagerly in the next room, and he still had one final “peak” to conquer.
Without hesitation, Andrew decided to test his limits. Pushing open Aspen’s door, he strode in to find her reclining on the bed in a sheer nightgown, revealing just part of her chest.
At his entrance, she immediately flushed crimson. “Shouldn’t… shouldn’t you rest first? You’re all sweaty…”
Ever since her first time with Andrew, Aspen had grown increasingly attentive. Her concern for his well-being was both touching and amusing.
“No need,” Andrew declared, his stamina undimmed. “They say lust wears down the bones, but mine are tempered steel.”
With a giggle, Aspen handed him a glass of water and two unassuming pills cupped in her other palm.
“Master, drink!” Aspen urged, pressing the glass to his lips.
Andrew arched an eyebrow. “What, you think I need help?”
Aspen’s cheeks burned crimson as she fidgeted. “N–No! These are your Titan Essence Pills! I heard they’re effective. Why don’t you have them just as a precaution?”
Andrew nearly laughed. Conquering these three “amateurs” hardly required performance enhancers. However, the way Aspen worried her lower lip between her teeth—that shy yet scheming look—told him everything.
This little flirt did not doubt his stamina—she wanted him enhanced and unleashed. Now, this was deviousness surpassing even Francesca and Lauren’s tricks.
With a knowing smirk, Andrew swallowed the pills. Though he had formulated the Titan Essence Pills himself, he had never personally field-tested them.
The reaction was instantaneous as scorching energy surged through his veins, merging most potently in one region.
“Good girl, get on all fours. Let’s begin,” he growled.
Aspen clutched the sheets, her plea dripping with delicious contradiction. “Before that… Master, I need you to… punish me first.”
Of course, Andrew knew Aspen’s tastes ran uniquely twisted. “How do you want it?”
She replied, “Spank me. Dominate me, then claim me.”
Whether from the pills or her wicked provocation, Andrew felt something primal snap. Within moments, Andrew had Aspen teary-eyed and whimpering, yet this was precisely what the little servant craved.
Even as bruises bloomed across her porcelain skin, she begged for more of his punishing attention. Only when thoroughly unraveled did she finally yield.
“Master… let’s do it now,” she gasped, giving the awaited signal.
What followed was a fierce battle of wills—one that left Aspen utterly vanquished, her pleading eyes the only remaining strength as words failed her.
However, Andrew remained tireless.
“I told you not to dose me,” he growled, watching her collapse. “You may be spent, but my night is just getting started.”