29. Loud Enough
Loud Enough
The aftershocks of the violent orgasm were still twitching through Nadja’s muscles. She lay flat on the rumpled sheet, her skin slick with sweat. Her chest rose and fell as she dragged in breath in broken gasps.
Karl knelt close beside her, his gnarled fingers still gleaming with the juices that had just poured out of her in streams. He didn’t give her even a second to recover.
His rough hands grabbed Nadja by the hips, jerked her toward him, and rolled her onto her back.
Then his callused hand seized her ankle, lifted her bare leg, and draped it over his bony shoulder.
Nadja looked up at him. The old, wrinkled face reeking of cheap cigarettes moved over her and blocked out the weak light.
This filthy pleasure gave Nadja an almost perverse sense of relief. It let her forget the worries, the tangled thoughts, the knot crushing her chest with nowhere to go. Her mind was empty. Only one desire remained. More. She needed this filth to crush everything else inside her.
Karl straightened between her legs and pressed the hot, slick head directly against her wet slit. With one hard thrust, he drove deep inside her.
Nadja was still painfully overstimulated from her last orgasm. The rough, brutal fullness made her back snap upward. A sharp moan broke out of her.
Karl leaned over her, his hot, lustful breath hitting her face. His voice was a rough growl. “Your pussy is so damn good…”
Nadja closed her eyes. Her fingers clawed into the frayed sheet.
Karl started thrusting. Fast. Deep. Completely ruthless.
With her leg over his shoulder, her body was opened wide, taking every veined inch he drove all the way into her.
“… how does my thick cock feel?” Karl panted.
Nadja bit her lower lip until she tasted blood. She hadn’t wanted to say the filthy admission out loud.
But the numbing wave of pleasure rose too quickly inside her and broke through every last resistance.
She hissed through her teeth and let her voice escape. “Mmh… ah…”
Karl’s shaky wooden bed frame began trembling violently beneath them, groaning with every brutal thrust.
Creak. Creak.
One tiny remnant of reason screamed inside Nadja. A warning.
The plaster wall between the two apartments was extremely thin. Her marital bed with Markus stood directly on the other side. If Markus was awake, he could hear every goddamn sound.
But the horrifying thought didn’t stop her. Quite the opposite. It poured gasoline on the fire.
The image of the dark-red lipstick stains on Markus’s collar flashed through her mind. The cheap, whorish perfume. The slick way he had talked his way around the truth. And the unbearable image of her respectable husband somewhere out there putting his hands on another woman’s naked skin.
It all mixed with the raw pleasure and twisted into a sick, burning jealousy.
And underneath it was the torment. The crushing guilt. Everything she had suffered night after night because of her own betrayal, until she had come to despise herself.
Nadja opened her eyes and locked them onto Karl’s face, twisted with lust. She didn’t want to hide anymore.
She wanted the filthy noise to go straight through the plaster and bury itself in the ears of her lying husband on the other side. She wanted to tear everything down.
She had completely lost her mind. That was exactly what Nadja thought. And this time, she fucking wanted to be insane.
“Mmh… don’t stop…” She deliberately arched her neck and let her obscene moans grow louder.
Karl grinned with his yellow teeth, grotesquely triumphant. He gripped her hips harder and thrust even more ruthlessly. More brutally.
Then he started growling her name with every hard stroke. “Nadja…”
Her name sounded perverse in that damp, filthy room, breathed from the mouth of the old neighbor.
Nadja knew exactly what it meant. If that sound carried through the wall, there would be absolutely no going back.
She didn’t care. She had nothing left to lose. She wanted to smash her own lie to pieces. And her husband’s right along with it.
“Karl…” Nadja opened her mouth and answered with his name in a clear, unmistakable moan.
Karl planted an elbow into the mattress beside her and forced her mercilessly deeper into the bed. “… yeah, just like that… your husband…”
“Ahh… deeper… I’m dying…”
She threw the words out, sharp and obscenely aroused, without the slightest attempt to hide them.
Karl hammered into her. Nadja’s foot trembled on his shoulder. Her heavy pale breasts bounced wildly with every hard thrust.
Her muscles were completely exhausted. Her bones hurt. But underneath all that physical pain, a glowing, filthy hunger kept eating through her without mercy.
Every goddamn boundary was gone. She didn’t think for a second about whether today was a safe day. She only wanted to break apart one more time and fill the bottomless emptiness inside her with pure pleasure.
Karl’s breathing fractured, turning into a harsh rasp deep in his throat.
“… I’m gonna come…”
Normally, that sentence—that reckless risk of pregnancy—would have hit Nadja like an ice-cold shower and snapped her mind back into place. Normally, she would have panicked and forced him to pull out immediately.
This time, she stayed there with her legs spread wide.
Karl paused mid-thrust. His dull, bloodshot eyes stared at her face as though he were waiting for permission. Or his final judgment.
“… where…” he panted.
Nadja looked up at him. Her eyes were wet and glassy. Her cheeks dark red. Her breathing completely out of control.
She knew exactly what she was about to say. And she knew how grotesquely disgusting it was. But the very last spark of sanity in her had been burned completely to ash by boiling jealousy.
She opened her mouth and moaned every word with razor clarity, deliberately loud enough that it had no choice but to slam into the thin plaster wall.
“Come in my pussy, Karl…”
Karl’s entire body froze. His eyes went wide with naked lust.
Nadja clawed at the sheet, lifted her hips pleadingly, and took his wet flesh all the way inside, pressing him directly against the most sensitive place deep within her.
“Fill me up with everything… get me pregnant.”
Karl lost every fucking ounce of control. He roared and drove himself into her with three or four final thrusts, deep, heavy, brutally animalistic.
His old body jerked violently. His breathing collapsed into a deep, obscenely satisfied growl, like a wild animal.
Nadja felt the thick head buried deep inside her, stretching her brutally from within. Then his hot, heavy cum shot out in pulsing bursts and filled her completely.
The filthy pulsing heat struck deep into her lower belly. A horrifying risk. Bottomlessly dirty. Forbidden. And far too real.
Nadja arched beneath him with a moan, her muscles convulsing under his weight.
She left her heel humiliatingly resting on his shoulder, mouth wide open, fighting for air while the disgusting old neighbor simply pumped everything deep into her body.
When it was over, Karl collapsed halfway onto the mattress and wheezed like a broken bellows. Drops of stinking sweat fell from his forehead onto the wet skin near her collarbone.
Nadja lay flat beneath him. His bald head, with its few remaining gray hairs, barely reached her breasts. A bitterly absurd reminder of how grotesquely mismatched they were. But in that moment, she didn’t care.
Her eyes remained open, blank and fixed on the yellowed, shabby ceiling of the neighbor’s apartment.
Only after a long while, when Karl’s breathing had calmed, did he slowly pull his softening cock out of her.
Nadja flinched. A throbbing emptiness immediately spread through her.
Then something heavy and warm began to leak out. She weakly lifted her head and looked down at herself.
Between her pale thighs, her pussy lips were still extremely swollen, dark red, and gaping from what had just been done to her. Karl’s cloudy, thick cum slowly seeped from her slit, ran into the soft cleft between her ass cheeks, and spread into a sticky puddle across the old damp sheet.