Free Taking Over by S.J. Maylee Page A

taking
everything, even the parts she thought she had closed off.
    Somehow,
they made it back to the guesthouse with all their clothes on. Everything
changed the second the door closed.
    “Right here?”
    “You
better believe it.” He unbuttoned his shirt.
    “Taking
me right in the kitchen, huh? Seems a bit clumsy, don't you think?” She slipped
off her shoes. “Have to say, I like seeing you like this.”
    “Stop
procrastinating. You have one minute to get naked.” Between his dark gaze and
the way he chucked his shoes as he took them off, told her he wasn't messing
around.
    “What
if I don't get everything off?” She tugged her shirt up and over her head.
    “I
can't guarantee I won't rip anything.” He yanked off his pants. “I need to get
inside you.”
    “Feeling
needy, much?” She slipped her panties off and threw them at him.
    “Hands on the island.” He walked
towards her. His cock was hard, the tip glistening with pre-cum. She gripped
the edge of the counter and widened her stance. He slapped her backside.
    “What
was that for?” She wiggled her ass, enjoying the sting.
    “For
making us wait.” He stepped in behind her and stroked
his cock right between her folds. “You're already wet for me.” He nipped her
shoulder. “I'm not the only one that's needy.”
    She
arched her back, eager to feel him filling her once more. With three firm
strokes he was all the way in. He clutched her breasts, plucking her nipples.
    “Marcus.”
She cried out.
    “What
did you call me?” He increased the pressure.
    “Sir. Please.” She leaned
back against him.
    “That's
better.” He massaged her breasts. “You feel so right, so fucking tight.” He
grabbed her hips, pulling out and slamming back in. The kitchen filled with
smacking sounds of their bodies coming together.
    Pleasure
built in her core, faster than she knew how to handle. She moaned and closed
her eyes, shutting out everything but what Marcus was doing to her. He'd helped
her to do something about the ugliness in her life, something she didn’t think
she’d ever have the strength to do and now he was bombarding her body with all
kinds of things she never thought she’d feel again.
    Step
by step he was taking over, and God help her, but she was letting him. He
worked her body up and over. Not long after his moans grew louder than hers, a
blast of pure gratification hit her. His sporadic thrusts increased the intense
pleasure surging through her. The moment had been raw and animalistic, exactly
what she needed. She clung to him as they slumped to the floor.
    “Don't
let me go.”
    “I'm
not going to.” He tucked her against him.
    ****
    Within
an hour they'd received a call from Keller. The investment would be back in
place by the morning. They'd done what they'd come to do. She was quite
pleased. Keller hadn't deserved this.
    Of
course that wasn't all that had changed over the weekend.
    Her
mother had picked up on it too. During their last visit, her mother’s shit
eatin' grin gave it all away when Marcus stepped out to get fresh water for her
pitcher.
    “I
knew you two would be good together, that all it would take would be a little
bit of time.” She squeezed her daughter's hand. “You love him, don't you?”
    “Oh, Mom.” She sat beside
her. “I've always loved him.”
    “I
know. That's why I never understood why you didn't tell him how you felt. Don't
let your fears keep you from what you want most.”
    “It's
more complicated than that. We don't have what you and Dad had.”
    “I
don't believe it for a second.”
    Marcus
came back into the room. “What are you two talking about?”
    “Nothing.” She caressed
her mom's hand. “We should get going.” She leaned over and kissed her mom. “I'll
see you next Saturday and I'll call you tomorrow night.”
    “It
was so good to see you again, Marcus. Please tell your mother I said hello.”
She held out her hands and he came closer.
    “I'll
do that.” He kissed her cheek.