Page 102 of Takedown

He turns me around and pulls my butt on his dick, and I grind against him. I stop when he grabs an ass cheek and squeezes it for dear life. A hand snakes around my waist and thick fingers spread my pussy lips apart.

“What do we have here?” he whispers against my ear. “Mel’s hot, dripping wet pussy. Who is it wet for, love?” He takes my earlobe between his teeth and bites. “Who?”

“For you,” I say, nearly breathless.

He presses two fingers on my clit and swirls it around. “Who am I to you?”

“My husband,” I moan.

He slaps my ass and bends me down on the bed, leaving my ass in the air. “Yeah, I am. And you can ride this dick, but only after I see this ass bounce.” And he slides inside of me with one long thrust. He takes me roughly and without apology. His hands hold onto my hips as he grinds behind me, swirling his hips and giving me long, deep strokes, all while he rubs my clit. I grab a pillow and bury my face in it to muffle my moans.

Several thrusts later, a slap to the ass, added pressure to my clit and my orgasm shoots through me like a cannon. I scream my husband’s name into the pillow. He gives me no time to recover. He pulls out, slaps my ass again, and climbs on the bed.

He points to his hard dick, still glistening from the remnants of my orgasm. I lick my lips and eagerly slide on. We both moan at the sensation.

“Ride me, cowgirl,” he whispers, and I do.

I snuggle against Adam’s massive chest and sigh in contentment. Like always, he kisses the top of my head.

“Thank you, Adam,” I whisper.

“For what, love?”

“For coming here and righting a wrong that had been done to me. If you had told me, I would have told you no, but it means so much to me that you did this. It means everything.”

“You don’t have to thank me for that,” he says, “You’re my wife, and I love you. I’ll always right your wrongs.” I melt into him and kiss right above his heart. A sudden wave of emotion hits and I start to cry. His hands rub at the base of my neck, and I instantly calm down.

“What is it, love?”

“When it happened, I don’t think my mother really believed me. Not until Jason came and said he believed me. She thought I had screwed up again. The lawyer Jason hired somehow got the charges dropped, and I moved on, but you never doubted me for a second.”

“You’re my little liar, but you would never lie about something like that.” He chuckles and I bite his chest. “And don’t act like this is one sided. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t have you, Mel. I would have continued to push them away but having you by my side through this is the only reason I’m here now.”

I climb on top of his naked body and look into his eyes. “I don’t think so, stud. It might have taken you a little bit longer, but Ethan and Elizabeth were never going to give up. They are too much like you in that regard. I really like them, and I’m happy that you’re giving them a chance.”

The words are barely out of my mouth when I hear a loud pounding on the door, and Elizabeth yells, “Dinner in one hour! Get moving!” She pounds one more time, and then I hear her retreating footsteps.

“She’s bossy, too. But I’m glad you convinced me to give them a chance,” Adam says. I jump off him, and he pouts, but he climbs out of the bed too. “I’ll get our bags while you hop in the shower. And, Mel,” he grabs my hand and pulls me to his body, “that shower is big enough for the both of us.” He slaps my ass as I walk into the adjoining bathroom.

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It’s unseasonably warm for early April. I let out a big yawn and continue my walk home, so eager to get inside, shower, and climb into bed with my husband. I’ll put up no resistance if he wants to order out tonight. I’ll even agree to eating in bed.

We didn’t leave New York until early this morning. Neither Elizabeth, Ethan, or Tara would let us leave. We spent the entire weekend either at Elizabeth’s place or Ethan and Tara’s. When Vincent got home from his mother’s on Saturday afternoon, he didn’t let his Uncle Adam out of his sight. When I told our hosts we needed to leave for a few hours to go see my dad, they sent a car to pick him up and bring him to Ethan’s penthouse. Instead of leaving last night as planned, they put us on their private plane at six o’clock this morning. I went straight to the office, and Adam went directly to school.

Another yawn escapes at the same time I feel my phone vibrate. My heart rate picks up and my eyes bulge when I see the subject of an incoming email. I quickly open and read it.

“Adam!” I yell as soon as I get the downstairs front door open. “Adam!” I yell again.

The door to my right opens and Jason sticks his head out. “There she is,” he says before he takes me in a hug. “Private plane Mellie is what I’m gonna call you.”

I haven’t had a conversation with my brother since he came to my office a few days ago. He tried to talk to me Friday afternoon, but I was already leaving for New York. He tries to put me in a headlock, but I dodge him and scream for Adam again. The door upstairs opens, and heavy footsteps come barreling down the stairs. Seconds later, he’s standing in front of me, shirtless and sweaty. I get away from Jason and wrap my arms around him. He lifts me off my feet and moves me away from my brother.

“What happened?” he asks.

I pull away and see the concern in his eyes.

“I got in,” I whisper.

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