Free A Major Seduction by Marie Harte

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know,” she teased.
    “Stop that.” He really needed to be with her someplace
private, or he’d never live down his cock’s appetite.
    He took charge and drove them to his parents’ without a
word. She seemed happy enough to listen to the radio on their way back. Once
inside, he courteously led her to the kitchen then opened the refrigerator and
waved to the contents.
    “Anything interesting?” He leaned over her back, looking
over her shoulder. “I’ve got steaks, some chicken, stuff for a salad.” Running
a hand up her leg, he grinned at her short gasp. “Something tasty. Maybe
some…sausage.”
    She snickered, but another gasp told him she was far from
unaffected.
    He ran both hands up her thighs, lingering over her exposed
flank in that short skirt. When he pressed his thick erection against her ass,
knowing only a thin string and his clothing stood between them, he knew he
couldn’t wait much longer.
    “How about some sausage, Maria? I’ve got a nice big one for
you.”
    She groaned on a laugh. “That was just bad.”
    “Yeah? How bad?” He ran a hand between her legs, happy as
shit when she soaked his fingers. “Seems like you’re pretty excited about my
meat.”
    “I am pretty
hungry.” She ground her ass against his cock and trapped his hand between her
legs.
    He pulled his hand away, backed them from the fridge, and
closed it. “We’ll eat after.”
    “Yeah, after.” She turned in his arms and kissed him, and he
lost his train of thought. She fiddled with something while he ate her up,
deepened the kiss, and backed her against the fridge.
    He broke free for a breath and noticed a blue lace bra on
the ground. “You’re good.”
    “I know.” She wiggled her brows. “Want the thong off too?
You have to do it yourself.”
    “Now who’s become a little bossy?” He ran a hand over her
tank top and cupped a firm breast, pleased at the hard nipple under his palm.
Not erect because of any A/C now. Overhead ceiling fans pushed ocean air around
the place, but no artificial air conditioning. “I think you forget that I’m in
charge.”
    “I didn’t forget,” she rasped when he tightened his grip on
her breast. “I’m waiting for you to do something about it. You’re a little slow
for my taste. Maybe I should find someone else—”
    The thought of her going to anyone but him aroused more than
passion—it aroused an anger too. He jerked back and glared down at her. “Fuck
that. You want me to speed things up? Fine. How’s this for you?” He turned her
around, yanked off her thong, and tossed it aside. Then he ran his hands up the
inside of her legs. He slid a finger through her arousal then rimmed her anus
with it while with his other hand he shoved two fingers in her pussy.
    “Mike,” she moaned and widened her stance.
    “This what you want, sexy?” He gave a dark chuckle. “Think
you can tell me what to do and you won’t get punished for it?”
    Her heavy breathing was like music, and he wanted to hear
more.
    He fucked her with his fingers and eased a tiny bit of his
thumb into her virgin ass. “Oh yeah. We’re going to be a tight fit. I’ll come
hard up your ass, baby.”
    She thrust back against his fingers, pushing him deeper
inside her.
    “So fucking wet. You gonna come?”
    “Yeah,” she breathed. “All over you.”
    “Not yet.” He withdrew his hand, gratified by her moan of denial.
“Time to remind you who’s in charge. And, baby, it ain’t you.”
     
     
    Maria had a hard time catching her breath, so excited to be
with a man who could take charge and not fake his dominance. And hell, it
wasn’t just any man. It was Mike—that fact made all the difference. Nothing
she’d ever fantasized about or wanted to try meant anything if it wasn’t with
him.
    He dragged her down the hallway into his bedroom and barked
at her to stay. She didn’t have the heart to remind him she wasn’t a dog, not
until she could speak without panting. So she composed herself