So he might as well get started now.

He tugged at her armpits. "Come on, Carol – stand, honey. Gonna give it to you where it really feels wild, baby. Come on – hey, come on, for Chrissake!"

She clung to his prick with her mouth as if it were the last one in the world, but he finally managed to get her to stand up. He whirled her around so she was facing the tiled shower wall. He had to remind himself in his furious impatience that even though she was twenty-nine she didn't know a Goddamn thing about screwing. In fact, he'd just gotten her cherry two days ago, which was at least half the reason she was so crazy about him now. And why she was willing to do what had to be done tonight for the caper.

"Okay, put your hands up against the wall like this," Jack showed her. He positioned her as if she were going to be frisked by the cops. Christ only knew he had been in that position often enough, and not for a good solid fuck either – at least not this kind.

"Now spread your legs apart, Carol and stick your beautiful ass out. That's right, honey. Now hang on."

Trembling from head to toe with the hottest excitement she'd ever felt, Carol waited, holding her breath, tears of joy stinging her eyes. Lord, how he thrilled her! The first time he fucked her, she was absolutely terrified, a shy, clumsy virgin of twenty-nine – an old maid without a hope. And then after the burning pain, the first profound thrill, then an orgasm exploding in her loins like a million stars shooting off in an incredible burst of ecstasy. And then again and again and again, his powerful hot prick had driven deeply and savagely, until she thought she was dying of obscene happiness, her juices gushing in great spasms of wet fire, her naked white body heaving and jerking and twisting in a frenzy.