Redemption (Complete)

6. Role Playing

He groaned as he felt himself sink balls deep in the woman who was bent over before him. She was on her hands and knees taking every thick inch he could give her. She was hesitant at first, but once she had gotten used to his thick girth, she was as into it as he was.

Jasmine, her name is Jasmine Carl. He chanted that to himself. He kept wanting to think this was someone else he was impaling with his c**k. Someone else's warmth enveloping his rigid staff.

He smacked her ass as he thrust once again into her and she cried out at the sting, though he did his best to massage it away immediately afterwards.

A slew of curses slipped past his lips and he pushed her upper half down onto the bed so her ass was all he could see. Looking down on it, his hand itched to crack his palm against it again. He wanted every filthy thing he was saying and doing to this woman to make it across the miles of land between the hotel and Harry's house where he was sure Violet was sound asleep in bed.

He started to pump his hips faster and the sound of skin slapping against skin was tonic to his lust. He hooked his arm around her hip and started to strum at her c**t.

"s**t! I- I'm going to come!" she cried out and Carl felt her legs shaking.

Smiling down at her he growled. "Then come on Daddy's cock."

Whether it was his words or the way he started to pummel her, she was tossed her over the edge and came with a long wail, her walls contracting around his girth in a rhythmic pattern he would come to know well by the end of the night.

He didn't stop his assault on her body as she came. He f****d her with the same intensity- as if she wasn't already withering away beneath him in a moaning mass of bones and flesh. For that was all she was to him right now. At least in part.

The larger part was thinking of dominating a very different woman than this. One who wouldn't necessarily take to his demands so kindly. One who had fought his advances on her so far with aplomb.

Just like that, his thoughts were back on Violet and he tossed his head back, trying to keep himself from coming from the mere thought of the woman he so desperately desired.

He slowed his thrusts as the woman he was f*****g came down from her high and was now moaning only softly. He pulled his d**k out of her p***y and lightly smacked her ass again, causing her to moan out louder. He was still rock hard and about to burst and he had to slow his pace before he came early- like so pre-pubescent boy getting his first hand job.

He laid on his back, his d**k still at attention and pulled Jasmine over his body. It caused her to straddle him and his d**k met with her wet slit. He slowly slid his pelvis under hers, causing his stiff length to rub up and down her folds. She moaned and started to grind on him, but he was through with the teasing and needed to get off.

Spanking her ass loudly again, he told her exactly what he wanted from her.

"Ride this d**k," he told her and gave her another hard swat on her pink cheek. He would have them rosy red by the time he was through with her.

He lifted her body from his and placed his c**k at her entrance before letting her slide down the length of it. She rocked her hips on him and though he liked the warmth of her, she wasn't giving him what he wanted.

"I said ride it Kitten," he told her. "Now do what I told you to."

The woman started to slowly work up and down his length. And though it felt good, he knew there was no way he would be coming from her being on top. He was a dominant creature and his orgasms only came when he was the one doing the work.

Her pace was slow and though she was moaning like she did when he had f****d her hard, it was not enough for him. He started to thrust upwards harshly, forcing her to almost come up and off his d**k. Coming down again on his shaft, he bounced her up again and felt himself hit bottom in her. With a grunt, he worked her into a rhythm and soon she was bouncing on his d**k like she was riding it to salvation.

"f**k- Carl!" she choked out when her second orgasm hit. She sat there writhing on his pelvis as she slowly crested her peak.

"No. Not Carl-" he growled out at her as he took over her rhythm. He f****d her from beneath all through her orgasm and if he hadn't been holding her upright, she would have fallen over by now. "Daddy. So say it."

"s**t!" she called out at his words. She had never been with a man who wished to be called Daddy before, but damn if it didn't turn her on.

"Hmmm, not that either," he told her and punctuated the sentence with a stronger thrust.

He swiveled his hips as he thrust into her again and the sensation of it tossed her over the edge once more.

"f**k yes, Daddy!" she called out and fell down onto his chest where he continued to drill her from beneath.

"Better," he told her. "Let's see if you can keep remembering my name when I f**k you against the wall later."

At that he flipped her body over, not losing their connection. He once again started to drill into her and he hooked her legs up underneath his arms to get deeper into her. With every pounding, she moaning until there was no telling when one moan ended and the next began.

Carl's eyes slipped closed and he started to swivel his hips again, his balls tightening as he once again found himself wishing he were deep inside another woman's p***y.

Her walls started to clench around him again and he felt himself nearing the end.

"f**k baby, you p***y's trying to strangle my d**k," he gritted out as he continued to slam into her relentlessly.

"One more for Daddy, then I'll let you rest for a bit," he told her. "Come now and drench my dick."

He smacked her ass and for some reason that threw her over the ledge. She came around him with a loud screech and he felt himself start to empty himself into the condom he was wearing. Several thrusts later and he was done and had collapsed on top of the woman who was panting and mewling underneath him.

He rolled off her body once he had caught his breath and lay panting as his heart steadied. It never took much for him to get going once he was done and this was doubly true tonight. Just thinking of Violet had him hardening again and he ripped the condom from his body, wishing he could be skin and skin with her at this moment. He tossed the used rubber into the small garbage bin by the bed.

One thing was for certain- when he finally had Violet in his bed, he was going to be sure to tear her and her smart mouth apart with his d**k. That and he was going to eat her p***y til she flooded the bed with her juices. That woman would need a paddle to leave his bed that night.

He was already completely hard again thinking about it. Rolling onto his side, he placed a hand on the woman's stomach which was still heaving from her exertions. He slid it down to the apex of her thighs and started to roll a single finger around her c**t as he dipped his head down to her neck and started to lightly suck on the flesh there.

"How long do you need to rest for?" he asked her when he stopped nibbling on her neck. "Daddy's still hungry."

******

It wasn't until four in the morning that he left the hotel. As always he left his key card and money for a cab home for the woman on the nightstand. She would understand that he was not buying her for the night, but simply making sure she got home the next day. And if the woman didn't get it- well, that was just tough luck on her part.

He left out of a back stairwell and walked to the parking lot where he left his car. Starting it up and pulling out of the space, he started to feel an unfamiliar emotion. He took him a few minutes to place it and when he did, he was flummoxed.

Guilt.

He didn't feel it for leaving the woman asleep in a strange bed. Immediately he could tell that much. He felt it because it had somehow felt like cheating.

"The f**k," he said to himself as he made his way onto the interstate back towards his condominium.

He had nothing going on with Violet- that is as of yet. And yet he somehow felt that whatever connection he had with the girl had been violated with his one night stand. Slamming his hands down onto the steering wheel, he admonished himself for thinking such things. He may want the girl more than he had wanted anyone else in a while but he had no claim to her and he knew it. Now he had riled himself to be irritated in two ways. One, because he felt guilt for sleeping with Jasmine and two, he had no claim on the woman he was feeling guilty about. And to top that, he would have to deal with the guilt of betraying Harry once he got what he wanted.

Making it home in record time, he was in the shower as soon as his clothing hit the floor of his bathroom. He started to wash himself when he realized his d**k wasn't done for the night.

He cursed himself for thinking of Violet again and soaped himself up, cleaning the scent of the one nighter off his body.

If it had been Violet, would you be so anxious to wash away her smell? His subconscious was needling that point into him and he gripped his d**k almost painfully and found that if he had been with Violet instead, he would have gone to sleep with her flowery scent still on him and let it wash over him as he dreamed.

He had already come four times when he was with Jasmine, making good on his promise to f**k her against the wall and then proceeded to bend her over any sturdy surface in the hotel room to do the same. By the time he had been done with her, she was barely able to stand, much less walk. He had had to carry her to the bed so she could sleep and called the front desk for a wake up call at 9:30 AM. He figured that would give her enough time to wake up and shower.

Still he was hard after the many rounds in the hotel with Jasmine but he found his lust hadn't been sated. He fisted himself in the shower, thinking only of one thing. Violet's eyes as they stared at him with her mouth wrapped around his d**k, kneeling before him.

As he thought of her mouth enveloping his entire length, he released on the shower wall with a cry, wondering what the woman had done to him to get him so out of whack. He had tried to remember her when she was younger. Maybe that would help.

But every time he thought back to what she used to look like as a possibly awkward teen, his face came up with nothing. He could only see her as he did today. Full breasts, curves his hands could get lost in and those eyes- bluer and deeper than the ocean. And her mouth. He could lose himself in that mouth for days and not come back up for air.

He wiped down the shower wall and saw that his d**k was still half hard. Popping a melatonin from the bathroom cabinet, he slipped on some boxers and headed towards his bed where he would try to sleep.

Operative word being try.