She turned into a little wildcat. She tried to bite and she spat at him. He had to let go of one hand as he rolled to avoid her upraised knee. He slapped her and left a red welt across her face.
She seemed to ignore the slap. She was stronger than he realized.
Again she tried the upraised knee.
"Goddamn little bitch," he said. "Stop, or you're really going to get hurt."
She wouldn't stop. She got her fingernails into his cheek and ripped downward. He tasted his own blood. Her knee caught him in the balls this time. A deep rage went through him.
"Fucking bitch!" he shouted.
He jumped up and lifted her by her hair. This time he closed his fist and punched her in the stomach. She bent double and he began slapping her face. His heavy hand left red welts across her skin.
"Bitch!" he yelled.
He couldn't control himself. He took hold of her blouse and ripped it downward. Her buttons popped off and flew across the room.
"I'll show you," he said.
He hotly ogled her young, creamy titties. He wanted to see more. He bent her over and broke the clasp on her bra. He jerked it off her.
"Fucking little cunt," he said. "You were made for fucking. Play games with me. Play games, will you!"
She was pale and frightened. She had quit fighting. He pushed her back on the cot and dropped on top of her. His lips found the sweet nipples on her titties. He kissed and bit them. He, rubbed his tongue over them. He felt them grow hard under his mouth's caress.
He laughed loudly.
"You cunts are all alike," he said. "You fight it but you love it. You goddamn love it."
He sucked her sweet tit once more into his mouth. He felt as if he were devouring her creamy flesh. God, he had never felt so hot. He went down her belly with his tongue. He pushed his tongue into her navel. He went back up and pressed his hot lips against hers.
She tried to turn her head away from his penetrating tongue. He lifted up and once more slapped her hard across the face. Another red welt was left.
"Still," he said. "Be still, goddamn it."
He kissed her again and this time she offered no resistance as he pushed his tongue into her mouth.
He could taste the sweet innocence of her mouth and tongue. God, how he loved these young ones.
He reached down and jerked up her skirt. He reached between his own legs and released his cock. He wanted to feel his cock rubbing against her satin skin. He felt the cock-head touch her and he shivered.
"Feel good, baby," he said. "You feel so fucking good. There ain't no sense fighting. You're going to get it anyway. There ain't no sense fighting."