Page 15 of Takedown

“I always knew you would taste this good,” he says. He kneels in front of me and I look down to catch him looking at my spread pussy. “But if I do what I’ve been fantasizing about for two years and eat your pussy before I sink into you, I won’t last.” He offers me his hand. I reach for it, and he roughly lifts me and turns me around to face the headboard.

He grabs my hips, those rough hands holding me in place, not giving me the ability to move. Not that I would. Not that I want to. He’s gentle when he positions me on all fours.

“You taste like my downfall.” His tongue trails the side of my neck while he glides his big cock along my folds. I can feel how slick we are together. I reach behind me and feel the top of his dick, coated with my wetness. When I move my hand, I turn around and catch his eye before I put my fingers in my mouth, tasting our mixture. He smirks at me, as if he can read my mind and knows all my secrets. He’s right. This does taste like my downfall. Like my point of no return. He swirls his dick around my entrance, but he doesn’t give me what I want. At least not yet.

“I should keep this from you, Mel.” He puts the tip inside, and I let out a groan of frustration. I arch my back and try to push back and take him all in, but he anticipates my move. His large hand lands on my lower back and keeps me in place, preventing me from getting what I want. “I don’t think you deserve this.” He lowers his chest to my back. I can feel his dick. It’s so close. Just a little bit lower and one push, he’d be home, but he refuses to cooperate. “Beg me for it.” His warm breath caresses my sensitive ear. “Beg me,” he commands in a husky whisper.

I bite my bottom lip to stop myself from screaming. I reach behind me and grab his cock, preventing him from moving it away, but I only have a chance to jerk it twice before he moves away from me. He slaps my ass hard, surprising me. “You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you, Mel? My greedy little wife.” He takes that dick and swirls it at my entrance again. I let out a squeal. He gives me another inch and abruptly pulls out.

“Please.” The one word comes out like a croak, and he slams into me so fast and hard that I almost fall over, but he grabs my hips and pulls me back just in time.

He slaps my ass hard again, but he doesn’t move his hand after the hit. He holds on to my ass cheek, squeezing it so hard I know I’ll have his handprint on me, but I don’t have much time to think about that. He pulls out and pushes himself into me again, stretching me. His hand finally leaves my ass and snakes its way to my pussy. I groan like a greedy whore when he strokes my clit with his thick fingers.

He plays with my clit and fucks me from behind. I turn to look at his face, and his eyes are closed tight, his teeth bared and his breathing erratic. I throw my head back and give in to the sensation of having my husband inside of me for the first time. His grunts make him sound feral, and the way he’s driving into me, makes me feel wanted like never before. I close my eyes and softly whisper his name while he fucks me. He slaps my pussy, and the sudden assault pushes me over the edge. I freefall and feel myself floating above, leaving me with zero control of my body or the erotic sounds coming out of my mouth.

But Adam isn’t done. At least not yet. He wraps his arm around my ponytail, pulling my head back, and drives into me harder, with deeper strokes. He pulls me into his chest, lets go of my ponytail and wraps a muscled arm around me, cupping a breast. The thrusts continue until he fucks me into another mind-blowing orgasm. Sweat coats both our bodies. I can feel his corded muscles on my back. He’s so tense, I know he’s ready to snap.

And it doesn’t take long. He growls in my ear. It’s a deep rumble in his chest, and I can tell he’s baring his teeth. He stills and pumps into me one last time, releasing everything he has inside of me. I take it all, my head thrown back, like a greedy, needy slut, eager for everything he gives. I fall on my stomach, and my face lands on a pillow that smells like him. My legs spread and the evidence of what we just did slides out of me. He lays right next to me and pulls me into his arms, and I let him.

While we both do our best to catch our breath, he kisses my temple. I lay on my side, and he spoons me. His big body covering all of mine. I’ll deal with the consequences of our actions tomorrow. Tonight, I’ll push everything aside and enjoy having the warm body of a man next to me. Lord knows it’s been a while, but he turns me around and looks into my eyes.

“I can practically hear your thoughts racing,” he says.

“No, you can’t. I’m not dealing with this until tomorrow.”

My stomach growls, reminding me that I haven’t eaten since lunch.

“If by dealing with this you mean moving the rest of your things up here, I agree. We can both deal with it tomorrow.”

I freeze at his words. Tomorrow. Tomorrow I’ll find a place to go stay and figure out the fastest way to get out of this marriage. Even if Adam fights it, he can’t force me to stay married to him. It might take longer, but the marriage will eventually end.

My stomach rumbles again, and I do my best to extricate myself from Adam’s hold, but that gets me nowhere. “Um, I’m going to order myself some dinner.” The afterglow of what we’ve just done starts to wane, and all I want now is space.

Instead, he moves closer, kisses my cheek, and strokes my ponytail. The movements are slow and tender, and for some unknown reason, tears fill my eyes.

“I’ll get us something.” He makes no moves to get up, but he must hear my stomach again because he finally moves away, and the bed creaks under his weight. He stands tall and glorious. His presence in the large room makes the room feel small, but it’s his naked body I can’t get enough of. His large dick is already semi hard again, and I can’t help but lick my lips at the sight of it.

His washboard abs are so close that I will myself not to reach out and touch them. When he bends down to grab his pants, I get a clear view of his tight ass. His entire backside is a wall of muscle. He’s perfectly shaped, like a Greek statue, but with a huge dick.

The phone vibrates in his hand, and he curses and says something under his breath that I don’t hear. He opens a food delivery app, and while he places our order, I spend the time staring at his face and wonder how a man so handsome, and with the perfect body, could possibly think he wants someone like me.

“Food will be here soon.”

I look up at the ceiling and shake my head. He didn’t even bother to ask me what I want. Great, Melanie. Just great. It’s like a bucket of ice water was dropped on me. I get out of the bed, walk out of the room and grab my suitcase. I don’t bother to drag it into the room. I open it and find a comfortable pair of sweatpants and matching t-shirt and throw them on.

As soon as I’m clothed, there’s a loud knock on the door. I tiptoe and look through the peephole, relieved when I see my brother, not my mother, on the other side of the door.

Jason stands there, holding two Tupperware bowls full of food. He steps inside, and hands me the bowls.

“You don’t have to stay here, Mellie. Come back home,” he says.

“She is home.” Adam walks out of the room, still shirtless, but thankfully has put his pants back on. He walks to the laundry room on the other side of the house, and I watch as he rummages through a laundry basket and finds a new shirt. All too soon, his delicious body is covered.

“Flynn, stay out of this,” Jason warns Adam. “This is between me and my sister.”

“Your sister happens to be my wife,” he reminds us.

“Except she doesn’t want to be,” Jason reminds him.

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