Page 105 of Takeover

John comes back, and the basketball game begins. Cheryl grabs her phone and starts to record. I take Tara’s hand and we walk upstairs to her old bedroom. As soon as the door closes, I push her against the wall.

“I’ve been dying to taste those lips all day,” I tell her. I kiss her senseless, and she moans in my mouth.

“Caucus?” she asks against my mouth.

“Caucus,” I confirm.

“You want to know a secret?” she says against my lips. “You’re the first man I’ve ever had in this room. Dad and the evil one had a strict rule about not having friends of the opposite sex upstairs when we were all living here.”

I grind into her before I abruptly stop the kiss and turn her around. I bend her against the dresser and rub myself on her ass. She moans, and I slowly lift her dress. It’s a wrap around dress from Chanel’s summer line. The dress itself is nice enough, but it’s the lacy black thong that hardens me even more.

I hear laughter and loud chatter coming from the backyard, but none of that registers. The only thing I care about is this girl, this ass, and the pussy I’m about to sink into. I spread her cheeks apart and run my fingertips through her crack.

“I want in this ass, baby.” She tenses at my declaration and turns her head to look at me. She bites her lip and quickly looks away. “I don’t mean now.” She exhales and relaxes. “But I’m going to have it.”

“No one’s ever had it before,” she tells me, confirming my suspicion. I kiss and suck on the base of her neck.

“We’re going to fix that soon, but all I can think of right now is sinking into this pussy.” I slide my hand inside her panties to find her already soaking wet.

“Mmhmm,” she moans as my mouth continues to search her neck. “Yeah, Ethan. Right there.” She lays a hand on mine and helps me rub her pussy. When I start to pull at her panties, she moves my hand out of the way and slowly takes them off. “Don’t you dare rip these, you animal.” She waves the little piece of lace in front of my face before she slowly runs them across my mouth. I surprise her by opening my mouth and biting them, forcing her to leave them there or risk having them ripped.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Tara. Right here in your childhood bedroom.” I unbuckle my jeans and push my pants and underwear down. I lift her, and she wraps her legs around me. As soon as I pin her against the wall, I slowly sink into her soft, wet pussy.

“Oh, shit, baby. I’d give up my entire fortune just for a taste of this pussy.” She moans softly and slides her hands through my hair, messing it up. She pulls the panties from my mouth and throws them on the floor so she can claim my lips. I fuck her hard against the wall, and I swallow her moans, not giving her mouth a break from my unrelenting kisses.

When I pull out of her and put her down, she lets out a string of curses, but I stop her when I spin her around and bend her over the dresser again. I slam right back inside of her. Before she can catch her breath, I slap her ass cheek hard. She gasps and tries to reach back to rub her stinging skin, but I push her arm aside and slap her other cheek.

“Dammit, Ethan,” she hisses.

I shut her up when I grab her hips and pick up my pace, driving into her so hard, the contents on her dresser start to rattle.

“I love you, baby,” she whispers, and that’s my undoing. I lose it and unload in her. Just as I’m cursing myself for coming before her, she convulses and calls out my name. I pull out of her, but I bend down and bite her ass before I spin her around and kiss her lips.

“I love you so much,” I whisper, laying my forehead on hers. “I’ll love you forever.” We hold each other for several minutes, until her stomach grumbles. I pull away, bend down and hand her panties to her.

“Go downstairs ahead of me. I need to wash up. You’re very prolific today,” she says. She reaches over to help fix my clothes, and I give her a lingering kiss before telling her to hurry up.

58

I step in the kitchen fifteen minutes later to find my sister, mother, and Bernie.

“There you are,” Vickie says, eyeing me up and down. “Slut,” she whispers.

“Mmhmm,” Bernie says in agreement. “Good for you, girl.” She gives me a high-five. “I’d be the biggest slut for that man. And a whore, too. Just the biggest slut whore. With a double dose of ho thrown in.” She throws her head back and cackles.

“Whatever,” I say, reaching for a chip and dipping it in queso. “What are you doing here, Mother?” I ask.

“I can’t come see my children? I figured you’d be here after what happened, but I guess you two worked it out. I’m glad you didn’t let his ex’s pathetic attempt come between you two.”

I start to thank her for her concern, but Vickie speaks first.

“Well, that was two days ago, but how nice of you to finally show up.” My mother looks down, and her shoulders sag, but just like every time, she straightens herself up and puts a smile on her face.

“Maybe one day, I’ll do something right in your eyes, Victoria.”

“Don’t hold your breath, Mother,” Vickie says, dismissing our mother with a flick of her wrist.

“Anyway,” Vickie says, “Ethan is out there looking smug, and you practically floated down the stairs. Your sister-in-law just got here, by the way.” I stop mid-chew at that.

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