This is another “Carla” story for those who enjoyed [The blue dress and the thunderstorm](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jmxphw/the_blue_dress_and_the_thunderstorm_mf/).
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It must have been July or August because I remember it was simply sweltering that morning as I hustled to get a full day’s work knocked out in just a few hours. The plan had been to get to work early and cut out well before lunch, leaving ample time for a Friday afternoon filled with Carla and questionable choices.
As misfortune would have it, the work piled up and my departure was delayed until nearly midday before I finally escaped. It didn’t strike me as too problematic, Molly wouldn’t be home from work herself until early evening.
I let Carla know I was on the way with a quick text and hit the freeway, arriving just twenty minutes later.
This had been my first trip to Carla’s apartment. She’d warned me ahead of time that she’d just moved in and to keep my expectations low.
I finally found Carla’s door on the second floor and knocked. The door swung open and I was greeted by her sea of long dark hair and yet another sundress, this one a reddish-orange hue.
Unfortunately my arrival was not met with a hug, a kiss, or even a smile. Her expression that morning was more akin to a scowl. Clearly my tardiness was not sitting well.
“Did you get my texts?” I asked.
“Yeah, but it doesn’t mean I like to wait” she fired back, still not cracking a smile.
As I closed the door behind me, she’d firmly planted herself in the kitchen behind the small island. Her hands both resting on the countertop, she maintained an unbroken gaze on me. The intensity was both sexy and unsettling all at once.
What followed can only be described as Carla playing the brat card, trying to instill a sense of guilt within me.
“I haven’t been able to see you in more than a week!” she said.
“I’ve been eager to see you, too, but it’s not exactly simple to see each other. We both work a lot. We live an hour apart. Oh and one of us isn’t currently single” I tried to reason with her with only a modest dose of snark.
“You think I care? I wanted you Monday. I wanted you Tuesday. I wanted you Wednesday. I wanted you yesterday. I don’t like not getting what I want” she fired back.
“The texts and the pics you sent indicate your disappointment was short-lived. Whose dick were you sucking in that pic you sent Tuesday night? And who were you making out with in the pic you sent Wednesday night? Seems a lot like you are trying to make me jealous” I replied sharply.
Unfortunately Carla didn’t know my mind wasn’t prone to jealousy. At least not jealousy in the traditional sense. My body craved hers, to be sure, but I authentically enjoyed the thought of other men having their way with her.
Any jealousy I felt quickly faded into a state of arousal. That was my gift. Nothing makes a woman hotter than knowing others lust after her, except, of course, knowing others are enjoying her.
“Fuck you. They’re just friends. I fucked them because you weren’t here. I fucked them because I know you’ve been busy screwing your little girlfriend and have been too busy for me.” Carla shot back without a single touch of playfulness.
At this moment, I reached a fork in the road. I had to make an immediate, strategic choice. A choice that could legitimately impact the likelihood of my dick finding its way into Carla’s mouth ever again. I could match her intensity and show her I wasn’t intimidated by the game she was playing, or I could take the questionably beta-like approach and deliver an empty apology.
I chose door number one. I walked around the kitchen island, sliding right in front of Carla. My back was to the counter. Her back to the refrigerator. Barefoot she had to tilt her chin up to maintain her unflinching eye contact.
“So you’ve been desperate for my attention this week, is that it?” I asked with a smirk. “I had no idea that hour in my car was more than you could handle.”
In an instant, her top front teeth dug into her lower lip, her eyes widened, and her hands hit my chest, pushing me against the island. “Fuck you! I’m sorry I have been dying to feel you inside me again and I’m sorry I’d just like some assurance that you want me in the same way I want you!” she snapped back angrily.
I took a step forward, halving the distance between us, extending my own hands to quickly shove her back up against the fridge. A look of pure shock at my dominance and audacity came across Carla’s face, and I stepped forward again.
Her chest was now touching my own. She was furious and she was pinned.
I extended my right hand, cupping it firmly around her throat. “You want assurance that you’re wanted?” I asked. She nodded submissively.
I knelt down before her, quickly rolling her dress up and tucking the fabric between the fridge and the small of her back. My efforts were rewarded with instant and unrestricted access. There was not a stitch of underwear in sight. There was also not a strand of hair in sight as she clearly had an intimate relationship with her razor.
I repositioned both of my hands around her hips as I let one long, warm breath out to make my presence intimately known.
Carla shuddered. “This, god damn it. This is what I’ve been needing.”
My tongue playfully parted her lips, finding quickly that she was beyond wet. And warm. And tasted absolutely perfect.
As my tongue alternated between quick, pointed licks and slower, wider strokes across her clit, she swung one leg up onto my shoulder. The result was nothing short of perfect positioning. I was able to truly bury myself in my work, letting my eager tongue run wild.
Carla’s hands ran through my hair, her nails periodically digging into my head and shoulders as I continued to make her shudder, stabilizing on a single shaky knee. I was loving the opportunity to lick Carla nearly senseless. I was also overwhelmed with adrenaline knowing that Molly somehow walking in that door might mean certain death. Frankly, though, Carla’s pussy was worth the risk.
After a while she tapped out by quickly hitting the refrigerator door behind her. I stood. She dropped her head, leaning into my chest. I lifted her chin and kissed her deeply. She responded passionately, practically melting into me, but then abruptly pulled away.
“That was amazing but I’m still not happy with you. When I want you, I want you. Here.” Carla continued to position herself as the alpha in our dynamic. It was time to set the record straight on that.
I grabbed her firmly by the wrist and walked her around to the furniture-less, carpeted living space.
“On your fucking knees. Now!” I ordered.
She smiled shyly and complied, rapidly taking down my zipper and immediately pulling me into her mouth. I stool tall before her while she enthusiastically worked my cock.
A long lick. A quick twist of the hand up and down. A not-too-brief trip deep into her throat.
Carla repeated this with increasing enthusiasm for at least ten minutes. I remember thinking that she would certainly give Molly a run for her money. Carla was talented.
As she sucked and licked and rubbed and murmured, my sense of dominance grew in the big, open, empty room. As I began to speak, she looked up and locked eyes. “What you’re doing is fucking incredible but I think it’s time you understand, I’m quite happy with my girlfriend. And I’m quite happy to continue having fun with you. I’m not changing my situation.”
She slowed a bit but never broke her gaze.
“I intend to keep fucking you because I enjoy it, but we are doing it on my terms. No whining. No begging” I continued.
She leaned back on her heels, removing her mouth but keeping her hand around me.
“Whatever you say,” she replied in a sarcastic tone, beginning to rise from the floor.
As she tried to get up I pushed her shoulder hard enough to set her off-balance and tumbling backward onto the carpet. Just as quickly as she attempted to get back up, I came down to the floor, kneeling above her and pinning her legs. Carla did her best to wiggle free but made no progress. I was in control.
“What the fuck?” she exclaimed, looking equal parts angry and aroused. And ready to fight.
I might have thought I’d overdone it and truly angered her, but a sly smile and another lip bite gave away that she was enjoying my use of force.
I shimmied her dress off and tossed it aside before retaking my position, also undressing myself in a flash.
Carla pushed on my chest trying to throw me from atop her, without success. I grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the floor above her head. She growled. She wiggled her hips. She tried everything.
I resisted but her willingness to fight made me throb.
I leaned in for a kiss, maintaining my lock on her wrists. The intensity of the moment was remarkable. Her tongue danced with mine, playfully and seductively, until she sunk her teeth into my lower lip.
Pulling up quickly, and leaving just one hand to keep her own secured to the carpet, I scolded her, “that’s cute. I’m on top. I’m in control. When I want you, I’m going to fuck you.”
As Carla growled, looking deep into my soul with her burning gaze, I put my free hand to her throat. Reasserting control.
Using my legs, with considerable effort, I managed to spread hers. As Carla readied another attempt to free herself, I buried myself inside her. She gasped at the sudden and violent thrust, trying to float right off the floor and struggling to catch her breath as my hand limited her oxygen.
I tilted back and enjoyed the feeling of Carla’s wetness around me, freeing her hands and releasing my grasp on her throat. Grabbing each hip, she put her calves over my shoulders providing the perfect angle to thrust.
Slowly and smoothly at first, I gave her time to match my rhythm. Carla was a master of the hip motion and quick to sync up. With each successive thrust, I lingered a bit longer before backing out and then re-entering Carla with increasing violence. Carla wasn’t the sort of woman to be made love to. Carla was the sort that simply had to be fucked. Forcefully.
After just a few minutes, she began to shudder following one especially deep thrust. Watching Carla shake and climax impaled on my cock was a glorious sight.
As she took a moment to compose herself, I motioned for her to roll over and get onto her knees again. I moved in close behind her, slowly entered, put one hand on her hip and the other took a handful of hair. Carla rocked back into me in a smooth and measured rhythm as I took every opportunity to bury myself inside her.
We negotiated the terms of our newfound friends-with-benefits situation as we continued to fuck on the carpet in front of the sliding glass doors. When she copped an attitude, or injected Molly’s name with a dose of sass, I would pull back and swat her beautiful backside. Carla would shiver and shake, climaxing again and again every few minutes.
The air conditioning could barely keep up and all of our activity left us glistening. Eventually my patience had worn thin and I found myself pounding Carla from behind, nothing held back, with a hand on each shoulder. I exploded inside her, while her body convulsed, collapsing onto the carpet a moment later.
Carla curled up next to me. She offered a quick kiss and then rested her head on my chest.
“Where do you want to go to lunch?” she asked charmingly, as if I’d just opened the door.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jnp6xv/angry_sex_with_carla_for_the_win_mf