Free Stealing Carmen by Gail Faulkner

he came out with a small bottle. Swiftly moving up on the bed behind her, his cock lined up with her cunt as he leaned over to reach her shoulders. The movement pressed cock in cunt. His weight forced the thick intrusion, sliding in fully as his large hands came down on her back.
     
    His hands slick with the oil, he began a deep-tissue massage. His cock only moved as his body did in the performance of the massage. Pushing into her deeply when he leaned up to her shoulders; pulling out as he dragged his hands down her back.
     
    She was tight and hot. He ignored her pussy’s demanding contractions as he moved in her. Slowly with careful concern for every inch of her back, hips and butt, he rubbed the oil into her. She stared humping back at him and he enjoyed the hell out of it but didn’t respond with the pounding relief she wanted. By the time he was done, she was sobbing in frustration.
     
    “Please, Jack,” she finally wailed as her hips thrust back.
     
    “Please what, baby?”
     
    “Please fuck me! I’m dying. How can you stand it?”
     
    “Mmmm…I like being in your pussy. I can stand it because I know it brings you pleasure.”
     
    “Fine, enough pleasure. I want a screaming orgasm,” Carmen demanded shortly as he kept rubbing her back and stroking the walls of her vagina with erratic touches that never let her build the sensations to a peak.
     
    He leaned down to her ear, pressing into her so deeply that Carmen yelped. “There can never be enough pleasure.”
     
    “Oh God. You’re using pleasure!” she exclaimed in shock when she finally got it.
     
    His cock still pressed deep, he sat up on his haunches, his hands framing her hips as he looked down. “Have you learned a lesson?”
     
    “Yes!” Tears streamed down her face and she turned it into the mattress.
     
    “What did you learn, baby girl?”
     
    Carmen sniffled and rubbed her face on the sheet, answering him from that position. “Even when you’re mad at me, you will not hurt me. I should trust you more.”
     
    “Very good. I wasn’t mad at you but you do have a right to expect me to build trust, honey. I want you to understand that. I rushed into a place you were not comfortable with. I need to practice control. I’m sorry. I apologize for letting you down like that.”
     
    Her head turned to the side as she listened. “If I accept your apology, do we both get off the hook and you’ll fuck?”
     
    “Like a man whose cock has been in his woman for an hour without fucking,” he assured her in deep, strained tones.
     
    “Apology accepted!”
     
    His hips jerked his cock out of her and slammed it back in with the power of his body behind it. Then he was jacking into her in short, hard thrusts, one hand holding her hip while the other snaked around to strum her clit with fast, hard fingers in time to the thrusts. Carmen shot into orgasm and he pounded into it, keeping her there as he took his pleasure.
     
    Her body jerked and thrashed in the extended release as she screamed.
     
    “Yessss,” he hissed in gasping growls. “Good girl. That’s my baby. Keep coming. Show me where you belong. Right there on that cock screaming.”
     
    His approval thrust her to another level. She was sobbing in gasping, jerky breaths as he kept fucking her. Driving her to that place where pleasure rode the razor’s edge of pain and her soul had no idea what do. His deep voice surrounded her and she clung to it. It held her in the place he wanted her to be. His praise turned her screaming body into the instrument he played and she was lost in him. In his will. In his control.
     
    Finally the hot blasts of his release exploded in her and his hand fell away from her clit. He was still fucking her hard, giving into the instinctive need to press his seed into the very center of her. It was Jack who controlled her return to earth. As his body relaxed, he took her with him down the warm slide of satisfaction.
     
    Jack reached up and undid the