July 22, 1998, 9:40 PM
The pause was brief, a mere breath stolen between one assault and the next. Karen's comment, "Not bad, for a kid," wasn't a surrender. It was gasoline on the fire. A fierce smile spread across Eddie's face as he rose slightly, without pulling out of her. His cock was still buried in her hot, pulsating cunt.
"You haven't seen anything yet," he whispered against her lips, before starting to move again.
This time, the rhythm was different. Slower, deeper. Each thrust was a calculated movement, a deliberate torture. He would withdraw almost completely, only to sink in again, hitting her cervix with a precision that tore an involuntary moan from her, a sound that was more a sob than an expression of pleasure.
"Uh... F-fuck... It's so... Full..."
Karen's voice was broken, unrecognizable. The woman who just minutes before was an elite soldier, a controlled predator, was now reduced to pure sensation. Years of repressed desire, of iron discipline, were collapsing under the incessant attack of this young man. Her cunt, already wet, became a torrent, her love juice mixing with both of their sweat, creating a primordial lubricant that made every thrust slicker, deeper.
"Where the fuck did you learn to fuck like this?" she thought, her mind a confused vortex.
She began to move her hips against him, no longer in defiance, but in desperation. She wanted more, she wanted everything. Her arms, previously locked in a combative grip, now embraced him, trying to pull him even deeper inside her, as if she could absorb him.
"Ah... Yes... Right there... Faster..." she begged, her voice a hoarse lament. She wanted him to destroy that part of herself, to annihilate her with pleasure.
Eddie smiled, a satisfied, almost cruel smile. "So? I'm not strong enough, you said?" he taunted, his voice a low rumble against her ear. "Seems the tables have turned, huh?"
With a fluid and powerful movement, he grabbed her shoulders and flipped their positions without ever pulling out of her. Now she was on top, forced to take his weight and his thrusts from below. The new angle allowed him to penetrate her even deeper. She felt his penis hit a spot inside her that made her scream, her eyes rolling back for an instant.
Her cunt tightened around him in an involuntary spasm. It was so fucking tight, so hot. He grunted, the sensation nearly driving him out of his mind. He began to hammer into her from below, their pelvises colliding with wet, violent slaps. With one hand, he grabbed a breast, kneading it without gentleness, while with the fingers of the other, he tormented her nipple, pulling it, pinching it.
"Eddie... Kiss me..." she panted, her tongue brushing over her swollen lips in a blatant invitation.
"As you wish," he replied.
He pushed himself up, forcing her onto her back again, and kissed her. But it wasn't a kiss. It was a devouring, an assault of tongue and teeth as he continued to fuck her relentlessly. The taste of her, of her sweat, of her sex, was a drug that made him even more ferocious.
The bed was now a battlefield, the Egyptian silk sheets stained with their sweat and their fluids. He felt her stiffen under him again, a second orgasm overwhelming her, even stronger than the first. Her nails dug so deep into his back that he felt blood run. The pain only excited him more.
With a final, deep thrust, he poured himself inside her, emptying himself completely, his scream mingling with hers.