18. The White Sheet #2
The obscene image repeated in an almost mechanical, steady rhythm. The loud wet slapping echoed through the bedroom, louder than the rain against the window.
Karl’s old hands curled with little twitches and hovered uncertainly, hesitantly beside Nadja’s rhythmically thrusting hips.
Nadja leaned demandingly forward and braced her hands on his chest. Her heavy breasts swayed provocatively directly in front of his face.
She saw the pathetic hesitation in his hands. And one corner of her mouth rose arrogantly. “Touch my breasts.”
Immediately, as though they had only been waiting for the command, his rough hands seized her.
Karl grabbed the soft flesh greedily, though still trembling with awe. His coarse fingers immediately left reddish pressure marks on her flawless white skin.
Nadja bit hard on her lower lip. Her hips pumped faster. Harder.
Her pussy clenched around him. Every time she dropped down, the thick head of his cock drove deep inside her and made her lower belly jerk violently.
“Deeper…” The word broke out of her before she could swallow it. “Deeper…”
Karl panted, his hands digging into her breasts. “Does my cock feel good, Nadja?”
She didn’t answer.
Karl jerked his hips upward and drove hard into her from below.
The brutal thrust made Nadja’s lower belly clench. Her eyes squeezed shut. Her lips pressed tightly together to keep a betraying moan from escaping.
“Does it feel good?” he repeated, hoarse and obscenely filthy. “Tell me.”
Nadja shook her head wildly. Not to deny the overwhelming pleasure. Only to deny him the fucking satisfaction.
“Shut your mouth…”
Karl stared angrily into her face. He understood that cold silence perfectly.
His rough hands squeezed brutally harder around Nadja’s breasts, his thumbs mercilessly crushing her hard nipples.
“Ahhh… that hurts!” Nadja cried out.
But in response, her hips slammed down even harder, and her pussy clenched painfully tight around him.
Karl hissed as she squeezed him so fiercely, but his fingers stayed rough and continued kneading her nipples.
“You just called me an old pig.” He drove his hips brutally upward again. “Is this fucking old pig fucking you good?”
Nadja bent low over him, both hands clawing into his chest. Her nails dug into the wrinkled skin and left thin bloody lines.
“Don’t you dare think you’ve won here.” Her voice was hoarse, broken, full of contempt.
Then she dropped her full weight hard onto him.
Karl let out a strangled moan. The entire marital bed creaked ominously.
She drove her hips downward as though she wanted to literally force him into Markus’s white sheet. As though she wanted to silence him with her body and violently remind him that she was still the one on top. Still the one setting the pace.
Karl sank deeper into the mattress, panting.
But his hands didn’t release her breasts for even a second. He gripped them harder, mercilessly crushing the soft flesh in his palms and twisting her nipples as though he wanted to tear them off.
Karl bared his teeth like an animal. “You despise me,” he panted. “But your horny pussy is swallowing my cock all the way to the base.”
“Be quiet.”
“You’re a fucking slut who needs cock.”
Nadja didn’t answer.
The pain in her breasts, which he was nearly crushing, burned hot. Her nipples felt ready to tear. Every hard downward thrust dragged his massive, veined shaft deeper into her, to the absolute limit. Pain and limitless pleasure blended together until her breath came only in small, broken gasps.
Karl lifted his hips and thrust viciously against her rhythm. She wanted to ride him emotionlessly like a cheap tool. He wanted to force her to admit aloud that she needed that tool. Loved it.
Karl pulled hard and viciously at one nipple again. Nadja let out a high moan and immediately bit her lips until they bled.
“For an old pig, this cock is pretty big, isn’t it?” Karl breathed hotly against her breast. “Just say it. You want it, don’t you?”
Nadja’s eyes flew open. Raw lust, savage anger, and the last remaining shred of pride burned in her gaze, being smashed apart piece by piece.
But she refused to give him the answer he wanted. She slammed herself down on him. Once. Then again, harder.
Nadja dropped hard onto Karl, riding him in a rough, instinctive, almost animal rhythm, as though her entire body knew only that it wanted to be brutally filled.
Every time her hips sank, that enormous old cock buried itself deeper inside her, stretching her painfully, rubbing against soft, sensitive places so deep that her breath tore apart in her throat.
“Tell me,” Karl growled imperiously.
His hands crushed her breasts without mercy and pulled hard at her nipples again. The sharp pain shot like lightning directly into her lower belly.
Karl felt every tiny contraction around him. Every aroused tremor. Every hot rush of wetness running around his shaft.
But Nadja refused to give him the confession.
She locked it defiantly behind clenched teeth and swallowed every word back down with the hard rhythm of her hips.
The orgasm rose powerfully from deep inside her belly. Nadja’s inner muscles began contracting rapidly around him. Once. Then again. And again.
She dug her nails into Karl’s chest, drawing blood.
Karl hissed but didn’t release her breasts. He painfully pulled her downward by them while she kept driving her hips down like a woman possessed, as though they were both trying to break the other’s will through pure pleasure.
“Ah…”
The sound broke uncontrollably from Nadja’s mouth. Thin. Broken. Almost a complete sentence. Almost his name.
Too good, Karl. It was right there on her tongue, so profoundly humiliating that Nadja could almost hear herself saying it. She bit her lips until they bled and choked it back down.
Karl saw the exact moment her cold facade finally broke. He saw her lips tremble. Saw his filthy name catch in her throat—as though he were something she desperately desired and hated at the same time.
And before Nadja could catch her breath again, he surged upward. His stinking mouth closed brutally over her lips.
Stale beer. Tobacco. Rancid grease from lunch. Her own salty taste on his lips and rough beard stubble.
Nadja’s eyes flew wide in panic. For one heartbeat, she wanted to shove him away in disgust.
Then the orgasm tore through her entire body with full force and made her helpless and soft. And she kissed him back without wanting to.
Her mouth opened obediently beneath Karl’s. Her tongue greedily touched his. Her long, wet moan was swallowed directly by his smacking mouth.
Two bodies devoured each other on Markus’s pure white sheet— wet with sweat, rough, utterly filthy, without any distance left between them.
Karl possessively wrapped one arm around the back of Nadja’s head and held her neck in an iron grip. His other hand pressed hard against her back and pulled her flat onto his chest.
She collapsed completely exhausted onto him.
Her breasts flattened against his thin gray-haired chest. Her wet stomach stuck to his. Her hips still rested heavily on his, and his cock remained buried deep inside her all the way to the base, without softening even slightly despite the violent contractions that had nearly milked him dry.
Nadja breathed frantically through her nose. Karl’s wet mouth was still pressed against her lips.
The orgasm faded in small throbbing waves, slowly moving through her back and lingering hot between her legs.
Nadja shifted her ass slightly, almost without control. Tiny rubbing movements. But enough to keep Karl’s cock grinding deep inside her. Enough to make her tremble with arousal again in the aftershocks.
Karl groaned deep into her mouth.
They lay tightly entwined on the bed like a familiar married couple after sex. And in some bizarre, almost tender way, they enjoyed the intimate afterglow. As though Karl were actually the man in the suit in the wedding photograph on the wall.
Sweat dripped from Nadja’s forehead directly onto Karl’s face. A warm drop landed on his cheek and ran through a deep wrinkle beside his eye.
Agonizingly slowly, she pulled her swollen lips away from him.
Their faces remained close. Breath against breath. Her breath struck hot against his mouth. His tobacco-stinking breath came back at her.
Karl’s eyes were wide open, full of pure expectation. “Say it.” His dry lips barely moved.
He looked at her as though waiting for the final reward. The ultimate confession. His name from the mouth of Markus’s wife.
Nadja looked down at him from above. Her face was still deep red. Her lips were thick and swollen from the kiss. Her eyes damp and unfocused with exhaustion and pleasure.
But one corner of her mouth lifted almost imperceptibly.
“Keep dreaming…” Her voice was extremely rough. Weak. But ice-cold and unmistakable.
Karl froze. His cock was still rock-hard inside her, buried all the way to the base. And dark fury began rising across his wrinkled face.