Page 63 of Takedown

“I remember when Mellie’s idea of a vacation was going to the Jersey Shore for the weekend. You always had big dreams. Much bigger than your pocketbook. You should have found yourself a doctor at the hospital where you work.”

Mel bristles, and so do I, but before I can put her in her place, my wife speaks. “Did you give Jason this same speech? Last time I checked, his wife and I do the exact same thing.”

Her mother waves her off and looks over at her son and daughter-in-law. Her face lights up when she sees them, which is something that never happens when she looks at her daughter.

“It’s different. Men take care of us. I’m just saying that a teacher can’t afford to give you that champagne lifestyle. Maybe beer, but I guess you made your choice.” She smiles then almost as if she just said something nice.

“I take care of my wife just fine, and she takes care of me.”

“Don’t worry about us, Mother. Aren’t you the one living with your son now? You can’t afford Adam’s apartment. And I’m sure Jason will give you quite the discount when you finally move. Adam and I will be fine. Don’t spend a single minute worrying about us.”

“Jesus, why are you two so thin skinned. We can’t even have a conversation without one of you taking it the wrong way.”

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Not even my mother’s toxicity could bring me down today. After cleaning up and putting the bulk of the presents in Adam’s truck, we finally make it back home. My mother rode with Jason, and by the time we drop the gifts off, she’s already in her room.

The second we close the door behind us, Adam pins me to the wall and kisses the breath out of me. We leave a trail of discarded clothes on the way to the bedroom and by the time we burst through the door, we’re both naked and hungry for each other. I drop to my knees in front of him and take his hard dick in my mouth.

I take him deep enough to make him stumble and mutter a curse. His brogue is thick with lust. He tastes so good in my mouth that I moan like a horny slut. He holds my head and fucks my mouth. “I’ve dreamed of your lips wrapped around my dick for years, Mel. Take it, love. Take all of it.” All of it is a lot, way too much for my mouth and I gag. After catching my breath, he shoves his cock in my mouth again, and this time, I’m ready for him. I relax and take him almost to the base. “Yeah, just like that. With you on your knees pleasing your husband. You love that, don’t you, Mel?”

I mumble a yes and nod my head, but he pulls himself out.

“No,” I whine. “Put it back.” I open my mouth and reach for him, but he steps back. “Adam!” I whine again.

He grabs my wrist and lifts me to my feet as if I weigh nothing more than a feather. He spins me around and slaps me hard on the ass. Once he’s pinned me to the wall, his broad hard chest on my back, he grinds that big cock on my ass.

“Tell me you love it.” He puts my earlobe in his mouth and sucks. “Tell me how much you love fucking me.”

“I love it. I always knew I would.” He kisses the side of my neck and runs his tongue along my hot skin at the exact moment he spreads my legs apart. He grabs my hips and pulls my ass closer to his body. His hot, wet mouth leaves kisses down my neck and along my spine, all the way to my ass. He slaps me again. Harder this time, catching me off guard, and I bite my lip at the deliciousness of it.

“Do it again,” I order.

“I call the shots in here.” He puts both of his large hands on mine and raises them above my head, practically pinning me to the wall. “You want to count every penny we spend? I don’t care. You fill my apartment with girly shit and plants? Fine, but in here, I own you.”

I whimper again, and the woman inside of me, the one who would never let a man speak to her like this is gone. At least for now. This is my husband. My Adam, and I’ll give him this.

“I’m talking to you,” he growls right before he roughly bites my shoulder. I know there’ll be a mark there, but I don’t care.

“You own this pussy,” I tell him.

“I already know that. I want to own you. Say it.” He grinds into me. His arousal triggers mine, and some of my moisture runs down my thighs. I moan like a whore and spread my legs further apart. Far enough apart that he could slip right in, only he doesn’t. He slaps me again.

“You own me.” I surrender, and I don’t care. “I wave the white flag. I capitulate and gladly wave goodbye to feminist Mellie. Slutty Mellie is here now.”

Instead of giving me his hard cock, he gets on his knees, kisses both ass cheeks, spreads my lips apart, and eats my pussy from the back. Two thick fingers find their way inside of me while his hot tongue caresses my clit. I throw my head back, relishing the feel of him and the sounds he makes while he pleasures me. He teases, sucks, and bites my inner thighs. He finds the right spot. It’s the perfect friction with his tongue and fingers, but just as I start to fall over the edge, he abruptly stops and steps away. I stumble to the side, nearly falling, but he catches me.

He lifts me as if I’m no more than a paper doll and tosses me on the bed. The breath comes out of me, and I try to move on the bed, but he dives on top of me, bends my legs, and spreads them open.

“Where are you going, love? I told you I’m in charge in here.” He positions his big body between my thighs, and with no warning, he fills me.

“Adam,” I moan. I grind underneath him, waiting for him to give me more. “Adam,” I reach behind him and slap his ass. Something changes in his eyes. They go from blue to almost black, and he grabs my hands again. He lifts them above my head, pulls his dick almost all the way out, and slams back into me.

“I told you, I’m in charge. You’re going to learn, Melanie Flynn, that this body is mine.”

Gentle kisses tickle my collar bone, and I giggle at my husband. The same bossy growly bear from an hour ago has turned into a kitten. He kisses the love bites while his hand caresses my hip, but I don’t complain. I love it.

I snuggle closer to him. After two rounds of lovemaking, we’re underneath the bedspread and my hands can’t stop touching his chiseled body.

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