Passionate Confessions

After a few hard thrusts, he pulled out of me. I whimpered when he put both of my legs over one of his shoulders before thrusting into me almost violently. I cried out as I was almost shoved off the bed by his rough thrusts, and Marsha growled at him loudly. I saw Kraven come to life in his eyes, which made her angrier. She curled my legs around his neck and tossed him over my head. I let out a scream as he was ripped out of me with the movement. Before he could even land, Marsha had rolled us over, preparing to leap at him. Kraven rolled just before we landed, barely avoiding us landing on him.
He leapt onto us, sending us sprawling on the bedroom floor for a brief moment as he tried to pin us down. Marsha pushed against the floor, throwing us to the side before he could get a good grip on us. We tried to crawl away from him, but he grabbed my ankle, yanking us back so that he could pull me across his lap. As we struggled in his grip, he chuckled before putting his leg over mine while he grabbed both of my wrists in one of his hands, effectively holding me hostage. I continued to wiggle until his hand came down on my ass so hard that it left my skin stinging. I screamed out, completely shocked at how hot I thought being spanked by him was. It took me back to when I was 8 years old and he had been so angry that I had let a boy touch my breast on a dare. I groaned.
“Gerry?” I moaned.
“Mhmmm?”
“I blew that wolf in the bathroom,” I told him.
His angry roar echoed around the room before my head was pulled back roughly by my hair. Marsha bared my teeth at him, making Kraven even angrier than he was before.
“You fucking did what?!” He hissed threateningly.
“I got on my knees, on a dirty bathroom floor, and let him shove his dirty, smelly dick down my throat,” Marsha taunted him. “And it was so good. I loved the way he made me choke on his thick, long cock,” I continued to taunt him.
His eyes darkened with fury, and it made me even more aroused. “You put that pretty little mouth of yours on another man’s dick?” He asked furiously.
“Yes!” I replied breathlessly, tinged with excitement. “And I’m going to do it again!”
He let my hair go to grab my throat as he stared into my eyes. “No, you’re not!”
“Why not?!”
“Because your mouth is mine!” He growled. “Your body is mine!” He brought his hand down on my ass hard again before wrapping it back around my throat. “You are mine!”
“I belong to whoever I’m with at that moment,” I retorted.
He growled louder at me before narrowing his eyes at me. “You want to feel like a little slut, little Annie?!” He snarled.
I opened and closed my mouth repeatedly, unable to answer him verbally. I finally nodded, making his eyes light up while Marsha jumped for joy in my head.
‘Thatta girl!’ She praised me.
“Just remember you asked for this, Bannannie.”
I screamed in surprise as he flipped me off his lap and onto the floor. He laughed cruelly as his hand moved down my spine to spank me again. He stretched my body out, smirking at me as his aura came out warningly.
“Don’t move,” he ordered.
Before I could respond, his aura took control of me, making it impossible for me to disobey him.
“I’m going to show you just how much you belong to me!”
He spanked me before pushing my legs apart and rubbing my pussy with his fingers.
“If it gets to be too much for you, link me. The only sound I want to hear is my name, and nothing else but my name,” he instructed.
He thrust into me, grinding against the back of my pussy, before pulling back and thrusting back into me. This new position either made me feel tighter, or he appeared to somehow be bigger. I wasn’t sure which, but it felt absolutely amazing. I moaned loudly as he sank back into me until he couldn’t go any deeper. He fell forward to place his hands on either side of my head. He leaned down to bite into my neck, sending pleasurable spasms through me.
“You! Are! Mine!” He growled as he continued to fuck me.
I closed my eyes as the need to lift my hips grew. I began to fight his aura, which earned me a growl from him. He moaned against my neck before laughing softly as he started to fill me with his hot cum again. He kissed down my spine, leaving little bites along it as he moved back up to kiss my neck.
“Think about touching someone else, Annie, and I will kill them.” He thrust into me so harshly, indicating the punishment I would receive for disobeying him. “Try me!”
His possessive words, coupled with his movements, sent me careening over the edge. Only when he pulled out of me, did he drop his aura. He landed next to me on the floor, and I rolled over onto my side to lay my head on his chest. I dreamily started tracing my name on his chest while he wrapped his arm around my shoulders. We lay silently for a moment before he sighed.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
“I’m a little sore,” I admitted.
“I’m sorry, Annie. I lost control. I don’t like hearing about you sucking off another guy.”
“I didn’t! I only said that because I knew it would piss you off, and for some reason, you being so rough turned me on. I wanted you to be even rougher.” I smiled shyly down at him. “It worked.”
His hand moved down my back to grip my ass. “Have you given oral sex to anybody?”
I blushed as I lowered my head. “No. Before you, the last time anybody touched me was when you crawled into my bed when Osprey and Lena got you drunk when you were 15.”
He groaned, and I instantly knew that he was thinking about that night. He had slipped under my blankets, put his arm under my head, and nuzzled into my throat. The words he spoke to me that night were still burned into my memory.
*“I’m sorry, Annie, but I need you. Please don’t push me away.”*
When I woke up a few hours later, his hand had been under my shirt, playing with my breast. Marsha had forced me to lay still while he fondled me until I had orgasmed from the pleasure his touch created inside of me. He had chuckled into my hair before placing a kiss on my shoulder.
“I love you,” he had whispered before leaving my room.
I had stayed awake for the rest of the night, too embarrassed to sleep, much less move. It was the first time I had orgasmed, and after that, I had used the memory of his touch to cum again and again and again. I exhaled sharply as I started getting aroused again. That was also the night my crush went from being an innocent thing to an obsession. The next morning, he smiled, gave me a kiss on my forehead, and handed me a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon. He hadn’t seemed to remember anything that happened the night before, so I didn’t bring it up. I still wondered if he remembered anything at all. He sighed as his fingers slipped between my butt cheeks to rub my asshole.
“I’m sorry about that night, Annie. Kraven and I were both drunk that night, but not drunk enough to not know what we were doing. I was using you to get off. I wasn't at first, but when I woke up, I was more sober. I knew it was wrong, but I just couldn’t stop myself. You were making noises in your sleep. Then you rolled away from me and put your ass against my cock. It was over for me. I had to touch you, but I was too afraid to go south. When you woke up…” He groaned. “You started moaning quietly, and all I wanted to do was make love to you.”
*‘Well, there was my answer,’* I thought to myself as I stared at him in shock.
“You remember what happened?” I asked. “You acted like nothing happened the next day. I started to think it was just a dream.”
“I felt so guilty. You were only 11. I was 15. You hadn’t even kissed a boy, while I watched porn and jacked off to ugly redheads with green eyes and freckles.”
I blushed as I looked at the floor. “Why those types of women?”
He cupped my face, forcing me to tilt my face up to look into his eyes. “Because, Annie, I have loved you since you were born.” He leaned forward to kiss me softly. “Everything that we have been through has slowly changed that. It made me love you in a different way. And now I don’t want to be with anybody else.”
“Gerry? What are you saying?” I asked as my heart started pounding.
“I *love* you,” he answered, emphasizing the word love.
“I love you, too,” I whispered.
His hand shifted to the back of my neck as he rolled us over so that he was laying on top of me, staring down into my eyes. He linked our fingers together as he kissed me deeply. His other hand moved between our bodies to massage my clit until I spread my legs. He eased into me slowly as he put his forehead against mine. His other hand took mine, and he placed both sets of our joined hands by my head as he continued his slow, almost lazy thrusts.
“I’m in love with you, Annie.”