A Hostile Takeover

by Matilda Martel

  There are so many things I’m going to do to you, my love. Tonight, is just the beginning.

  As I glide the head of my cock through her soaked lips one more time, I hear her hold her breath. She's so eager for it. I won’t dare tell her it’s ten inches until after she’s had a chance to get used to it. There’s no need to scare her when I know she can take it. Spreading her legs wider for me, I watch her raise her hips, grinding towards me, wanting to feel me inside her. I need her, desperately. I can’t wait any longer.

  “Kaleb, please...” She reaches her arms out to me, calling me, begging me to take her and I lose it.

  Moving up, I seize those perfect pink lips, smothering her mouth, raining down hot kisses that make her lose her breath. She’s awakened something in me, a spark, a fire I never want to extinguish. When our eyes meet, I know this is it. She’s it. She’s my world, my forever and I want everything to start to now.

  My hands move down her body, smoothing down her waist, grasping her skin as I sink my hands into her perfect, round ass and lift her up to meet my plunging cock. I gaze up at her one more time and when she nods, I thrust all the way in.

  Fuck. She’s tight.

  My doll gasps as I growl, and I catch myself. Forcing myself to slow down, I rock in gently, gripping her waist to hold me steady. Her slick channel welcomes me in, swallowing my cock, squeezing it as I drive through, claiming her as mine and mine alone. She arches her back and pushes down, grinning as she slides into me. I’m stretching her open, ruining her for other men, no one will ever satisfy her but me and she’s loving every minute of it.

  “Do you like that, doll? Do you like the way my big cock feels inside this sweet pussy?” I push her knees forward, inching my way closer to her beautiful face.

  Her cheeks redden as she nods and whimpers.

  I plunge forward, harder, deeper and her pussy tightens around me. Like a vixen, she wraps her legs around my waist and urges me on, asking for more and like I said, I’ll never deny my lady anything.

  The more I give her, thrusting, driving, ramming my thick cock into her tight, moist heat, the more she wants. She’s so wet, she’s dripping down to her thighs, down to my balls, but she feels so good like this, easing my path, enveloping me in the sweetest, most amazing home I’ve ever felt, I keep going, taking what’s mine.

  We move together, grinding, moaning, reaching for each other’s lips to bind ourselves. I’m drowning in her scent, relishing every shriek, moan, and cry she offers as I feel her body tremble in my arms, tighten on my cock and shudder helplessly. When she explodes in my arms, climaxing over and over, spasming fiercely on my cock, I erupt with a loud growl.

  Looming over her, I smile and watch her catch her breath. She’s so fucking beautiful.

  “You’re coming home with me, doll. I hope you know that.”

  “What?”

  Chapter 9

  Sofia

  “Kaleb, what do you mean?” My skin tingles, my thighs ache, I’m woozy with euphoric lust, but I swear I heard him imply he was taking me home.

  Does he mean New York?

  “You know exactly what I mean, Sofia.” He grasps my waist possessively and lifts me into his lap. I’m dripping cum everywhere, his and mine, but he doesn’t care, he’s ignoring it and he’s ignoring my stunned expression.

  “But, how can I? I don’t have--”

  I lose my voice and whimper, clutching my arms around his neck when he impales me on his perfect, massive cock.

  I hold on for dear life, shaking as I adjust and slide down. He’s so big, I’m so full, but I don’t care. Winding my legs high around him, I roll my hips, grinding down, taking it all as I shudder and every invading inch glides in and out.

  “What were you saying?” He mumbles, hitching his breath as he thrusts wildly into me. He’s mad, insane with lust and he’s taking a year’s worth of sexual frustration out on me, on my body. I love it. I love him. Do I? Do I love him? Can I leave with him?

  That’s right. Punish me. Give me everything you’ve got.

  His cock pulses within me, throbbing, thrusting, until he bottoms out and I moan violently into his mouth. His kiss is fierce and wet, but between each one, he murmurs sweetly.

  “I need you with me, baby. I won’t get on that plane without you. I’ll stay longer if I have to.”

  He kisses me deeper, his iron arms wrap around me, pulling me closer as he brings me down all the way and bottoms out. My pussy clenches against him, taking him in, drenching him, welcoming him as deep as he’ll go. He’s conquering me with his huge cock, and I’ve raised the white flag. I surrender.

  Take me to New York. Just don’t ever take this away from me.

  Clawing at his back as I lose my breath, my thoughts, my mind wailing with desire, howling with unceasing pleasure. When a surge of ecstasy ripples through, I slam down into his lap, grinding harder and faster, taking him by surprise.

  “That’s it, baby, fuck me. You can take it, angel. Cum all over my cock. Keep milking it, baby.” He takes my face in his hands and captures my lips, kissing me, devouring me while his cock sends me into my fifth and sixth orgasm of the night. Trembling and writhing, howling against his chest, I feel him swell within me.

  “I’m cumming, angel. Come here, Sofia.”

  He kisses me, holding me still, as he thrusts again and fills me with his hot, sticky seed. He growls and hugs me tight, kissing my head, my forehead, my cheek, and then my lips.

  “Nod. Say you’re coming home with me.”

  I nod.

  “Say it.”

  “I’ll go.”

  “You’re with me now. We’ll work everything out. I’ll help you find a job. I just can’t be without you. I love you. I know it’s crazy, but I do.”

  I nod and bury my head in his sweaty chest.

  “It is crazy, and I love you, too.”

  Chapter 10

  Kaleb

  I wake up with her dark hair draped across my pillow and a smile of contentment crosses my lips. I’m in heaven. I’m sore. My dick is raw, my balls ache, but I’m in fucking heaven. God only knows the shape she’s in. I did not give her very much rest last night. After a year of dreaming about her, thinking about what she would feel like, taste like, what sounds she would make when I finally made her cum, it was all better than my wildest fantasy. I know I’m being a bossy shit, but I just can’t split tomorrow and leave her behind, not with Landon around to manipulate her.

  Speaking of Landon. I check my phone for incoming texts. Nothing yet.

  Wanting to feel her close, I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her over. She sighs then laughs when I stab her with my hard on.

  “That feels incredibly aggressive, Mr. Emmerich.”

  “But he was a perfect gentleman last night.” I purr in her ear, nibbling on her earlobe as my hands search for the swell of her breasts. They feel so perfect in my hands. They’re just the right size.

  “Gentleman? Your boy needs to learn some manners. He did not always play nice last night.”

  She wiggles her ass on my cock and scoots forward, teasing me before she reaches for her phone. I can hear her exhale in frustration.

  “What’s the matter, doll?”

  “I have 32 missed text and 7 voicemails from Landon. For fuck’s sake.” She shakes her head and scrolls through a few, trying to get the gist of his messages.

  “Well, he starts by calling me a skank in so many words, but not saying it outright. He’s threatening to buy out Gary as if he hasn’t already. And by the end of the night he returns to telling me he loves me and begs me not to believe a word you say.”

  “I will fucking kill him if he called you a skank.”

  “Settle down. He didn’t call me a skank. He implies it. Anyway, I did leave him at the church to run off and have sex with his friend. That is pretty skanky.” She winks and settles into my embrace.

  “We’re not friends. Besides, you’re my skank. He doesn’t get to call you that.” I chuckle
when I hear her gasp and giggle, digging her small fist into my ribs.

  Her stomach rumbles.

  “Are hungry, sweetheart?”

  “I’m starving. Can we order room service or go to breakfast? We skipped dinner and I skipped lunch yesterday.” She exhales, with a hint of shame.

  “If my lady wants food, she shall have food. She’s definitely earned a healthy dose of calories.” I tickle her and then hold her arms over her head. “If we were in New York, I’d make you lemon pancakes, and eggs and freshly-squeezed orange juice. What else do you like?”

  She bites her lip and closes her eyes, as if she’s picturing her favorite breakfast. “I like waffles.”

  “I’ll make you waffles when we’re home. But for now, let’s order you some food.”

  While my doll looks through the room service menu, I check my phone again. Finally, the text I was waiting for.

  I’ve taken care of it, Kaleb. He’ll freeze his account and I’ve contacted Gary Young about the sale. I’ll let you know when it’s final.

  This is the best news.

  Thanks, Dad. Love you. I’ll see you when I’m back in the city. I have a surprise.

  A good one?

  Yeah, the best kind.

  Wonderful. I’ll see you soon.

  “Kaleb?” Sofia stands near the bathroom door, wrapped in a sheet, looking like a Greek goddess, my goddess, calling me over.

  “Angel?”

  “The food is going to take 35-45 minutes to arrive. Do you want to take a shower with me?” She drops the sheet and my jaw drops along with it. This is the first I’m seeing her in all her glory, standing upright, with sunlight peeking into the room and not a shred of clothing on her perfect body.

  I swallow hard. My cock stiffens and my mouth slacks. Nodding enthusiastically, I grin and chase her into the shower.

  “I’m going to get you so dirty Miss Leon. You’re going to need two showers when I'm done with you.”

  Chapter 11

  Sofia

  “Sofia, what on earth happened last night?” Kelly greets me as I walk into the church to take the obligatory bridesmaid’s photos. This dress is horrible. Why do brides do this? Is it to ensure everyone looks worse than them? I would never do this. I will never have bridesmaids.

  “Landon and I broke up. We broke up weeks ago, but he was manipulating me into coming here, pretending we were still together. Last night I found out the thing he was holding over my head my bullshit. He’d already done it. He had no intention of keeping his side of the deal.” I feel my phone vibrate in my purse. It’s Sean.

  Hey Sofia. Do you know someone named Gunther Emmerich? He’s just offered to buy out Gary.

  My heart sinks. Oh no. He must be related to Kaleb. Was Kaleb just using me to get in on this stock deal? Did I tip someone else off?! Without looking at the rest of my incoming texts, I rush out of the room and head back to the church, in search of Kaleb. I find him on the phone. He’s talking to movers. He’s already arranging my move. He fucked over my friend and he’s arranging my move. In the midst of a full-blown tantrum, I slide across the marble floor, pass directly in front of him and land against the wall.

  “Doll? Jesus. Are you okay?” He reaches for my hand to get me steady.

  “Don’t doll me. What’s the meaning of this?!” I hold out my phone and shove it in his chest.

  He reads it. He reads it out loud.

  Hey Sofia. Do you know someone named Gunther Emmerich? He’s just offered to buy out Gary.

  He says he knows Landon’s father and he’s gotten him to freeze Landon’s bank account, preventing him from finishing yesterday’s transaction.

  He is going to buy Gary’s shares and remain a silent partner, letting me buy them back in time. He told me to thank you.

  Kaleb stares at me, unsure of why I’m upset. My heart sinks again, only this time I’m not sure where it’s wandered off to. As I gaze into his deep brown eyes, I feel a significant pout coming on.

  “You did that for me?” My lip quivers and my eyes burn.

  “Does that upset you?” He reaches for my hand and tugs me near.

  “Who’s Gunther?”

  “My father. He and Landon’s father are friends and he owed him a favor. Does that upset you? That I meddled?” He encircles me in his muscular arms, and I whimper, trying to contain my tears.

  “No. I thought you’d betrayed me, too. I’m sorry. I don’t deserve you.” As I wrap my arms around his waist, inhaling his scent, feeling his warmth against my cheek, I start to cry, finally releasing the stress of the last few weeks.

  “Oh baby, don’t cry. You’re my girl. I’m supposed to make things easier for you.” He kisses the top of my head and after a few more sniffles, I reach up and kiss him. When he dives in for a deeper kiss, I pull away instinctively.

  “Hey mister, this is a church. Calm down.”

  When I wink and try to stroll away, he pulls me back, throws me over his shoulder and carries me outside.

  “I told you, this ass is mine, doll. I shall not be denied.” He laughs and sets me down in front of the door, where we met for the second time less than 24 hours earlier.

  “Really, Kaleb. I don’t know how you can even want me in this god-awful dress.” I close my arms around him and let him finish that kiss.

  Oh, gorgeous man, where did you come from?

  “You won’t wear it long, sweetheart.”

  “So, you’re saying it is awful?” I narrow my eyes.

  He feels the taffeta and grins. “Hell, yes. We’ll be burning this later.”

  As we kiss, I hear Landon’s angry voice come in off the street, yelling obscenities at Kaleb, screaming at me, threatening to ruin Sean and his company. He must not know his account’s been frozen. Stiffening and pulling away slowly, Kaleb looks down at me and whispers.

  “Now, sweetheart? Can I get him now?”

  I nod. “Just don’t mess up your tuxedo or make him late for the wedding.” I kiss him again and make my way to the bride’s room, calling out as I leave.

  “Love you, Kaleb.”

  “Love you, doll.”

  Epilogue

  Kaleb

  Six months later

  I wind my fingers through her long, dark hair and smile. I love watching her do this. She licks the head, while her tiny hand strokes my shaft with care. I’ve told her she can squeeze harder, but she worries her enthusiasm will get the best of her. Her honey eyes look up. Fluttering those dark lashes, she smiles as her lips wrap around my cock and let it slide in, into her mouth and down her throat.

  Goddamn, I love this woman.

  This is always the best part, the beginning, before she makes me too crazy and I need to stop her for fear I’ll cum too soon. She takes a long lick underneath, twirling her tongue on my balls, wrapping her lips on the base of my cock, before heading back and letting it slide down her mouth again. When she takes me deeper, I gasp and pull her hair harder than I intended.

  “Hey!”

  “Sorry, sweetheart.”

  Swallowing my cock again, she sucks and dives down, kneading my balls, stroking my shaft, twirling her tongue until I’m begging for her to slow down. She doesn’t.

  “Let me taste you, Kaleb.”

  I watch her take it down again as saliva drips down her chin. She can only take half but she’s trying to get more, pumping my shaft as she lowers her head and takes it far into the back of her throat. I’m losing my mind. People could be waiting outside to use the restroom and pretty soon my father will be calling me to make a toast.

  “Stop holding out on me, Kaleb.”

  “Doll....fuck.”

  When she takes another inch down, I feel a sudden rush and hear my pulse roar in my ears. Growling as quietly as I can, I hold her head still and empty myself in that gorgeous mouth of hers. Licking me clean as I twitch, I watch her and feel myself grown hard again.

  “You better rein this in, cowboy. It’s almost dinner time.”

  She fixe
s her make-up while I sit on the vanity staring at her, dizzy, mesmerized, dumbstruck and madly in love with my wife.

  My father’s annual Christmas Eve party has gone on longer than expected and after we made a quick stop to check on the guys closing Pete’s and Pete’s-Midtown, we rush home to start our own holiday. It’s such a busy day for restaurants, I hate making people work.

  “I hope you pay them well, Kaleb.” Sofia chides me, as she turns on the lights.

  “Of course, I do.” I hang up my coat and follow her upstairs, but I’m caught off guard by a strange noise.

  “I have a surprise for you.” Sofia squeals as she sticks her head out of our bedroom door.

  “Surprise? You gave me that.” I reach for her and caress her non-existent belly. We've only just found out, Sofia’s 6 weeks pregnant. She’s thrilled and surprised it happened so fast. Personally, I can’t believe it took so long. I’ve been trying to knock her up since she moved to New York.

  Giddy as a school girl, she creeps out and hands me a black and tan dachshund. He isn’t a puppy. He’s a bit rough around the edges and his little face is starting to go white, but to me he’s perfect. When she places him in my arms, my heart, my brain and my soul melt.

  “He smells like Fritos.” I laugh.

  Why do they always smell like corn chips?

  “Don’t say that! You'll give him a complex. He’s 6 years old. He was an abuse case, a rescue from Long Island. Some dick kept him chained up in the backyard all his life. Who keeps a miniature dachshund as some kind of guard dog? He was fostered and he’s gotten used to the good life now, beds, burrowing under blankets and of course, the best food. I told him his new Daddy is a chef, so he’s willing to give us a shot. Do you like him?” Her eyes light up as I fall to the floor with my boy.

  “I love him. I love you.”

  “Good. His name is Paulie, but you can change it.” She crawls on the floor and he runs to her.

  I see this is going to be a problem.