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CHAPTER 11 - ANNA
When we were back in the cabin, it was time for me to find some things out. Maybe it wasn’t wise to poke a snake as he was getting meaner, but it was past time I had some answers.
“Why am I here Marcus?”
“You’re here because I want you here, that’s all.” He dismissed it, without even looking at me.
“Your father seems to think I’m your girlfriend or wife or something, I didn’t correct him tonight, but soon I’ll have to.”
“Disturb an old dying man’s last wishes if you want, that’s on you not me. But he won’t care. He plays the kind old man now, but he is ruthless, he had to be to get where he is. He takes what he wants when he wants, and deals with the repercussions later. He never explains himself. And it’s time I start taking more lessons from him. Take off your clothes.”
“No.”
“There's that word again.” He pulled me to the bed and unwrapped the dress I had on, pinning me down.
“You promised.”
“I promised you would want it as much as I did. And I think you do. But I'll hear you say it first. Out loud.” I thought he was going to take me right there, but he pushed me off him, and leaned over me, “Now I want to see your naked body, and we had no deal about that.”
I struggled and tried to push him off, but he was too strong. He kissed the side of my neck, pulled the shirt aside for my breasts to tumble out. “Is this how you imagined it,” he whispered in my ear as his mouth went lower, “Is this what you dreamed about this afternoon?”
“No,” I told him, but weakly, it was a lie because this is exactly what I had imagined before I fell asleep. I enjoyed the kiss, the holding my arms above my head, the tingling from my belly, and the scratchy stubble on his face, then his silky soft lips tracing down my body. When he moved his hand down over my breast just before his mouth got there, and then his hand moved ahead, down to my upper thigh, I didn't have any struggle left. I wanted him, or at least my body did.
His finger resting gently on my clit and making a slow circle, with slight, even pressure, and his tongue making the same circles around my nipples, I thought I was going to lose my mind.
He came up and kissed me, penetrating my mouth with his tongue, searching, and I kissed him back. His finger stopped the circling motion and went north and south now, a little further south each time, just above the slit.
His mouth broke free from mine, and he stared into my eyes as he talked, but never stopping with his finger rocking up and down, “I want you. Do you want me to stop?”
It was cruel, the cruelest thing he had done so far. I didn’t answer, and he kept on asking, and rubbing. Finally, I said, “No.”
“Tell me you want me,” he persisted, his eyes still focused on me, and his finger rocking up and down, with just a little more pressure. His cock was against my thigh, through his pants, and I couldn't pretend to resist anymore.
“I want you, just fuck me and shut the hell up.” I said finally. “Please,” I whispered as he reached a hand down to spread my swollen lips.
He moved away from me, down. I waited, listening to him breathe, his chest rising and falling far too fast, just like mine, his whole body tense, I waited for him to refuse me, some other cruel torment, when he got what he wanted, my admission, to throw it in my face.
Instead, he gave a low, animal growl, wrapping his arms around my hips and pulling me into his mouth. His mouth and tongue were on fire between my legs, and so was I. My hands searched for something to hold onto, to not go spinning into orbit, they balled up the sheets in my fists, as I lost myself in the sensations. He attacked my flesh, in control of me, punishing me with his tongue, licking and sucking my pussy, lapping at my slit, burying his whole face against me, making me burn with pleasure.
He stayed on my clit, in no hurry whatsoever, unlike most men, he had all the time in the world it seemed, sucking it first between his lips and then lashing it back and forth with his tongue. I felt my thighs tense and begin to tremble, my hips wanting to buck, to force him closer, but his thick arms had my hips in place, I could struggle as much as I wanted, they would not move in his arms. That freed me, I let myself loose, not careful, not waiting, just there and enjoying him, not being pushed to orgasm or to scream and shriek, we had all the time in the world his tongue told me.
He held me in place against his face, his biceps were flexed, hard against my thighs. He gave a low moan, the sensation vibrating through my clit, and then redoubled his efforts. I heard him swallowing my juices, his breath coming almost as fast as mine. He made rough animal noises against my pussy, deep from his throat and chest. I wanted to do this forever, to feel his lust between my legs, his dark anger coming out between my thighs, the hunger in his eyes translated to his tongue.
My god, when I closed my eyes, I saw him coming out of the water, his muscles glistening, the wolfish grin on his face, I was going to come. There was no stopping it.
“Oh, Marcus,” I warned, him, barely a whisper, but he heard, he knew, he focused right on my clit, that tiny bit of flesh making my whole body shudder with anticipation. My hands were on his head, swirling his hair in my fingers, as his tongue lashed my clit.
I screamed when he let go of my hips, letting me buck and writhe, so he could slide two fingers deep into my pussy. My muscles clamped down immediately and I rode his hand, his mouth mashing my clit as I came.
I didn’t have time to breathe or think or even move. He rolled me over in an instant, kissing my pussy like a mouth and then moving up to kiss my mouth, letting me taste myself. I licked at his lips and sucked his tongue and felt him parting my slim thighs with his knee, forcing them open. Reaching, I grabbed hold of his cock, pulling it in to me, feeling it jump in my hands, a low groan escaped his mouth.
I wanted him so much I was dizzy with desire. I slid my hands up his biceps, over his shoulders, he seemed to hesitate over me, as if my admissions so far weren’t enough. He smiled, and held his body over me, I tried to pull him down, I wished he would put his weight on me, put himself inside me, but he waited for me to ask one more time.
“Fuck me, Marcus, please,” I begged, sliding a hand behind his neck and pulling his mouth to mine, he relented. I felt his body giving in as I drew his tongue in deeper, wiggling my hips up, the tip of his cock teased my clit, sliding up and down my wet slit, but still not in.
He had won, but winning wasn’t enough, he wanted total victory. Scorched earth, and if he made me hold out any longer there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t agree to. I wanted to slap him or punch him or kiss him, but more than anything I wanted him to fuck me until I couldn’t think straight.
He must have seen something in my eyes, he finally dropped his face down and gave me a fierce kiss, full of everything we had been feeling and keeping in for so long. If I could have devoured him, I would have.
I struggled under his weight, but it was perfect, his weight forcing me into the mattress, his arms squeezing me, I wrapped my legs around his waist, squeezing him between my thighs, squeezing him closer, rocking the hard length of his cock between my thighs. His cock found its way into my swollen wetness without any help, and I cried out when he entered me, my nails digging into his shoulders as I pulled him in as deeply as I could, my legs wrapped around him and my arms pulling him closer. I wanted to linger here, him deep inside me, buried in me, and my face buried against his neck.
“Anna,” he said, into my ear, pressed against his face, “You feel so fucking good,”
I actually felt tears stinging my eyes, realizing how much I wanted this. I kissed his cheek, his chin, the corner of his trembling mouth, “Please,” I whispered.
He began to move, his cock a swollen, driving heat between my thighs. His breath was hot against my cheek and I slid my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, deeper. He wrapped himself around me as we rocked together, all of his weight on me, and I wished there was more, the mattress springs squeaking fast and hard, our breath coming in hot, short bursts.
All I could focus on was the heat of his body in mine, and the sensations building inside me, not another thought went through my mind except for fire. I let myself go, clawing at him, biting him, moaning in pleasure.
“Fuck me,” I panted, the heels of my feet digging into his thighs, my hands around his shoulders, and his rock hard stomach slapping against mine, “Oh god, yes! Fuck me!”
Marcus grunted and gave me more, his thrusting sped up, and my hips rolled towards his, making me scream with every deep thrust. His cock felt even more swollen somehow, filling me completely. The heat of my skin on his seemed to reflect it back inside deep in me, I was on fire and it was going to erupt out of me.
I felt him tense, the hard, flat expanse of his belly slapping against mine, his shoulders rippling, and his breathing even faster and shorter, “I’m going to come,” I whispered into his ear, feeling my pussy quiver around the pounding heat of his cock. “It’s so close. I can feel it.”
He groaned and thrust deeper, slower, he was waiting for me, but I felt him about to come too. He let his weight back down on me and spread my thighs even wider with his hips, rolling me under him. He cried out, “Anna”, as he buried his face against my neck. I felt every pulse of his cock as he filled me with the white hot spurts of his release.
“Almost there,” I whimpered, rolling my hips, and he moaned loudly and held me to him, as I came, trembling, grinding, as my climax came in just behind his, my pussy milking his cock, I threw my head back and let myself go, quivering beneath him, barely able to breathe, taking all of his weight and still wanting more. Struggling against his arms and shaking, shaking with pleasure.