Gently, but forcefully

Stepping over to her bed, you reach out and pull Carol's laptop away, closing the lid and placing it on the bedside table. She shifts away from you, covering her breasts with one arm and wrapping the other around her legs.

"John..." she says, eyes widening. "What are you doing...?"

"Like I said," you reply, pulling off your shirt as you climb into bed with her. "I want you again. I can't wait."

She crawls back further. "Oh my God...you can't, we can't..."

Ignoring her words, you slip out of your jeans, throwing them aside along with your underwear. Now that you're naked, you reach out for her, grabbing her panties and slipping them down her legs. She bends away in protest, but not enough to actually stop you.

Throwing her underwear aside, you stroke your hardening shaft, looking her beautiful body up and down. "I know you loved it, and so did I, so now we're going to do it again. Is that so bad?" you say, grabbing her legs and moving them apart.

"But we can't! Mom is downstairs, if she finds out...if Dad, or Michael..." she mumbles as she continues to resist your grasp ineffectually. "We just started, I'm not ready. I'm not a...you know..."

"A slut, like your mother?" you say, leaning over top of her and kissing her gently on the cheek. "I know, and I'm sorry...but I just can't resist."

With that, you lower your hips, rubbing your cock along her slit. Despite her protests, you feel that she's soaking wet.

"Ahn...John, I...we..." she moans, her legs finally going limp as she shifts her body towards you. You take the opportunity to kiss her, embracing her curves as your tongues dance with one another.

Unable to hold back any longer, you lower your cock inside of her, inch by inch. She tenses up, grabbing you and pulling you in. She continues to kiss you greedily as your bodies get closer and closer until there's no further to go. You begin gently thrusting, her round ass lifting from the bed as she works her hips in time with you.

Breaking off the kiss, she cries out loudly, her slender fingers gripping at your back. You're both moving faster and faster, Carol's bed shuddering beneath you.

Between the creaking and the moaning, you completely fail to hear the door open behind you.