As if she was somehow spirit-free from her body, she watched herself objectively as her feet moved of their own accord, moving her body forward, bringing her closer to him, seeing his smile turn to one of triumph as he claimed his victory beyond any doubt. Her hands reached out to him, touched his shoulders, and she was in his arms rubbing her body sensuously, hungrily against his, grinding her naked hips into him as her mouth sought and found his.

"Tell me you want me to fuck you," he ordered hoarsely, "tell me!"

"I… want… you to… fuck… me!"

"Right here, right now, on the floor! You want me to fuck your tits off right here on the floor, right here, Lily, tell me!"

"On the floor… want you to fuck me on the floor… want you to fuck my tits off right here on the Goddamn floor!" she was moaning helplessly now, her voice low and husky with desire.

Then he was dragging her down onto the softness of the rug, entwining her body with his. And Lily didn't care about anything now but this muscular, musky-smelling, overpowering man whose desire-hardened cock pressed tightly to her naked flesh. She was dimly, very dimly aware that later, when it was over, after he had fucked her to cumming, there would be remorse and self-loathing, but at that moment she didn't care… she just didn't care how long and in what ways he fucked her… just so he filled her greedily hungering cunt with that great, beautiful hardness of his all the way up to her belly.

Carl's mouth was covering her, with hot kisses, her face, her throat, into the valley of her breasts, his hands moving over the smoothly rounded cheeks of her buttocks, cupping them, squeezing the flesh greedily.