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  She opened her eyes and looked up at me, her eyes glassy with desire. “I want you to fuck me, Brett. Fuck me hard; take me. Don’t stop until I come all over you.”

  “Hmmm…” I pulled my hips back so I almost left her completely. She shook her head in protest and I slammed back into her so hard she moved up on the couch. She cried out my name as I leaned down and trapped a nipple between my lips, teasing it, sucking on it, and capturing it between my teeth. She had the most sensitive nipples and there’d been a few times I’d made her come by playing with them alone.

  Her pussy walls contracted around my cock; she was so close to her release but I didn’t want her to come yet. I wanted her to come with me and I wasn’t done using her for my pleasure.

  I grabbed her hips and flipped her over so she was facedown on the couch. I ran a hand over her ass before ramming my dick back into her. She cried out, her moans muffled by the couch.

  “Touch yourself, Lizzie,” I urged her, my fingers digging into the flesh on her thighs. I smacked her ass hard and she screamed. I rubbed the red spot I’d just left on her, her skin warm.

  She slid her hand between her lets and fingered her clit. Her breathing got faster as my thrusts got harder. “Come for me, Gorgeous. Come all over my cock,” I said, each word accented with a hard thrust.

  Her hand was stretched out in front of her and she reached for anything to hold onto as her climax tore through her. The walls of her sex contracted hard around me and I couldn’t hold my release back any longer. I thrust a few more times and roared as I emptied deep inside her.

  She continued to shudder and twitch beneath me, her body milking every last drop of cum from me. I finally collapsed on top of her, both of our bodies covered in a thin sheen of sweat. I planted tiny kisses all over her shoulder. “I love you,” I whispered, suddenly overcome with emotion. Every second of every day I was in awe of the fact that this beautiful, smart, sexy woman loved me and was mine.

  She turned her head and blew the strand of hair from in front of her face. “I love you,” she smiled back at me.

  I leaned forward more and kissed her softly, caressing her lips with mine. I loved to fuck her hard and fast, but after, I loved to be tender with her, to make sure she knew how I feel about her.

  She teased my tongue with hers and my cock stirred; I could never get enough of this woman. Our kiss ended and I pressed my forehead with hers. “God damn it woman, you’re going to be the death of me,” I muttered.

  “You love it,” she grinned back at me over her shoulder.

  “Oh, I do, I do,” I chuckled, shaking my head. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her against me. Maybe I could convince her we should just stay in tonight. If I went down on her, especially after we fucked, she would do anything I wanted.

  “I know what you’re thinking,” she said, turning her head and resting it on the couch. “The answer is no. We’re going out. I’ve spent too much time planning everything and I bought a dress and shoes and everything. We.are.going.out.”

  I laughed at her determination. There was no changing her mind when she was like that. I kissed her shoulder again and got up off of her. I picked up our clothes off of the floor and offered her my hand to help her off the couch. She stood up and I pulled her naked body tight against mine. I leaned down and kissed her softly. “What time is our reservation?”

  “Eight,” she replied.

  I glanced at the clock on the cable box; it was only four. “Time for a shower and a nap?” I asked suggestively, raising an eyebrow.

  “You’re insatiable,” she laughed.

  “Well, I didn’t get to go down on you so I was thinking the shower would be a good place to do that,” I teased her, running a finger down her chest and stopping to tease a nipple.

  “You know I can’t refuse that. You have two hours,” she said with determination before grabbing my hand and heading down the hall to our room. I followed her, a huge grin on my face. I fully intended to make the most of those two hours. I wondered how many orgasms I could give her in 120 minutes. I was going to find out.

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  Lizzie

  “Get out now, please,” I smiled sweetly at him. He’d just licked my pussy for God knows how long and I had no idea how many times he’d made me come. I was surprised I could even stand up. Now I was kicking him out of the shower so I could finish and get ready for tonight.

  “When am I supposed to get ready?” he asked, feigning a pout.

  “Can’t you shower in the spare bathroom? I don’t want you to see me until I’m all ready.”

  He rolled his eyes at me and laughed. “Fine. I’ll take some clothes and get ready in there.” He smacked my ass.

  He kissed my cheek quick and stepped out of the shower, snatching a towel from the rack and wrapping it around his waist. I licked my lips and watched the water trail over his tattooed muscles. I wanted to dry him off with my tongue but then we would never make it to the club to meet Misty.

  He caught me checking him out. “Like what you see?” he asked, a wry smile on his face.

  “Whatever,” I grinned and shrugged before I turned around in the shower, letting the water run over my face.

  His laughter trailed behind him as he left the bathroom. I shivered and smiled, thinking about how we’d just spent the past few hours. I’d planned on us leaving the sex for later that night, but man, when he caught me touching myself, things got super hot quick. Really, I couldn’t think of a better way to spend an afternoon.

  I shaved my legs quickly and grabbed the soap. As I washed my body, I stopped and examined the marks Brett had left on me. My breasts were covered with his whisker burn and there were small bite marks near my nipples. It’s like he was staking his claim on me.

  I turned off the shower, surprised we hadn’t run out of hot water long ago after our play session. I reached for my towel and dried off, my stomach suddenly full of butterflies thinking about tonight.

  What if he didn’t like my surprise? Or what if he liked my surprise a little too much? I shook my head; I was being silly. Never ever in all of our adventures did I worry about what we did breaking us up. Why was I starting now?

  I found my phone and turned on some music. Maybe that would calm my nerves. I threw on some Maroon 5 and concentrated on getting ready. I planned on knocking his socks off tonight when he saw me.

  I was never one of those girls that took forever to get ready. Some blush, mascara, and lip-gloss were my make up staples and I never spent much time on my hair. The curls were unruly at times, so I often just threw it up into a ponytail or messy bun.

  Tonight was going to be different. I carefully applied my makeup; I didn’t want to appear unnatural or too made up. When I was finally satisfied, I did my hair. I rubbed some gel into it and blew it dry with my diffuser before pinning up the sides. I was going to put it up, but I loved Brett’s hands in my hair when we fucked.

  I found my packages I’d brought home earlier with my sexy underwear and slinky dress. I cut the tags off and put on the panties and sheer bra. I stopped to check myself out in the mirror. Brett was going to love this. He’d probably rip them off of me like he always did, but it would be well worth it. I had them on for a few minutes and I already had them damp with anticipation.

  I stepped into my red dress and slipped it over my shoulders. Thank goodness I didn’t need him to zip me up. I smoothed my hands over my dress. Time for the shoes. I got them out of the box and slid my feet into them. I laughed a little bit; before I met Brett I would never had worn one-inch heels much less these hooker heals. Now, not only did I wear them, I could actually walk in them. Brett liked me to wear them while he fucked me.

  “Are you ready?” Brett called to me from the other room. “Don’t we have to go?”

  I glanced down at my phone. It was already 7:30. He was right; we had to go. Where did the afternoon go? I typed a quick test to Misty.

  Headed out. C u soon.

  I slipped my phone into my
purse, not waiting for her response. I checked myself one last time the mirror before applying some red lipstick. Brett had a thing for red lipstick. It took some getting used to at first as I usually didn’t wear any lipstick, much less something so bright. After trying different shades, I found one I liked and wore it often for him. I loved that something so simple turned him on. He told me it was seeing my red luscious lips wrapped around his cock that drove him crazy.

  I headed out of the bedroom to find Brett. He was sitting on the couch, flipping through the channels. My breath caught in my throat when he stood up; he was wearing black dress pants and grey button down shirt. He was still using the chain for his wallet and I loved the touch – something so Brett. His black hair was still damp from his shower and the scent of his aftershave filled my nose.

  I was overcome with so many feelings in that moment. My heart swelled in my chest, unable to believe this sexy man was mine, that he loved me and was sharing his life with me. I bit my lip to keep my eyes from filling with tears.

  He grinned when he saw me, pulling me immediately to him. “Jesus, Lizzie, you look amazing,” he muttered, reaching his hands down to cup my ass and held me against him. His erection brushed against my thigh and couldn’t help but smile a little bit; my outfit was having its desired effect on him.

  “You like?” I asked softly.

  “I love,” he replied, reaching up to touch my face. “And I love the lipstick. The whole thing really. You’re beautiful.”

  My eyes filled with tears. “Thank you, baby. You look pretty damn hot yourself.”

  He leaned in and kissed my forehead. “Thank you,” he whispered. “You know, something tells me that this Christmas is going to be a little bit brighter.”

  We stood that way for a little bit, each of us lost in our own thoughts. I finally broke the spell. “We better go before we miss our reservation.” I took his hand and led him to the door.

  He laughed as I threw his keys at him. “Why do I get the feeling you have so much more planned than just dinner?”

  I shrugged and smiled. “Maybe. Guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”

  He reached out and smacked my ass with a chuckle, making me squeal. I reached for his hand again. “Let’s go!”

  “Ok, ok, let’s go.”

  We walked out to his car quickly. The weather was warmer than normal for December in Chicago, but even in my light wrap it was cold. He opened the door for me and the butterflies in my stomach began fluttering like mad; hopefully I could convince him to stop at the club. He came around and slipped in, closing the driver door behind him. He started the car and began the drive to the restaurant. Time for the show.

  “Oh shit, we have to stop at the club,” I exclaimed, hoping I sounded convincing. “Misty has something for me and she’s going out of town for the holidays tomorrow, so she asked me to come by tonight.”

  Brett looked at the clock. “We’ll never make our reservations; we waited months for these. Are you sure we have to stop?”

  I turned my face to the window so he wouldn’t see the tiny grin I couldn’t hold back. “It’ll just be a minute.”

  “Can’t we wait until after dinner?”

  I looked back at him and shook his head. “You know how she is at the club. God knows what she will be doing by then.” We weren’t the only ones Misty liked to play with at the club. Let’s just say she was never lonely.

  He nodded and laughed. “You have a point.” He turned the car in the direction of the club. “You run in; I’ll wait in the car.” He reached over and ran a hand up my bare thigh. “We should come back later tonight though. I want to bend you over and fuck you in that dress and those heals so everyone can watch.”

  I squeezed my thighs together and fought back a soft moan. “That sounds hot,” I managed to mumble.

  “Mmhmm,” he said, his eyes never leaving the road and his hand never leaving my thigh.

  We drove the rest of the way to the club in silence. I was so wet already in anticipation of what I had planned; Brett’s little suggestion didn’t help.

  We arrived at the club and got my phone out of my purse. “Let me text her that we’re here.”

  Here. U ready?

  The plan was for her to be back in a room all ready. Brett and I would find here there waiting for us.

  All set

  I took a shaky breath and reached for the door handle. “Can you please come in with me? You know I hate being in here alone.”

  He nodded. “Sure, but let’s be quick. I want to show all those rich bastards at the restaurant what a hot piece of ass I have.”

  I shook my head and laughed. He really seemed to be looking forward to dinner tonight. I was going to have to make new reservations for us – maybe I’d be able to get in for our anniversary.

  He waited for me to walk around the car and took my hand. We walked into the club with a nod to the bouncer; we came here enough he knew us. “Misty’s back in room four waiting for someone but I don’t think they’re here yet. Head on back.”

  I nodded and licked my lips. Did he know it was us she was waiting for?

  “I’m going to wait at the bar and have a drink,” Brett said, heading towards the bar. The club was quiet yet, with just a few couples dancing and sitting at the table around. “Don’t be too long.”

  How was I going to get him to come with me? “Come say hi. We won’t see her for a while. She’s going home to California for Christmas and then on a cruise.”

  “Fine,” he said with a slight sigh and let me lead him to the back of the club where the private rooms were. I got to door four and stopped, suddenly having second thoughts. What if he said no?

  Brett knocked on the door softly. “Misty, are you alone?”

  I was speechless and a big bundle of nerves. Sure we’d explored a lot sexually and I’d been with Misty many times, but our escapades were always planned by Brett. He always took the lead. Would he be mad I did for once?

  “Come on in,” she called out to us. Brett started to open the door; there was no turning back now.

  I gasped when I saw what Misty had done. The room was dimly lit with twinkle lights all over. Christmas music was playing in the background but it was the hard rock version. The California king-sized bed was covered in black satin sheets and she had mistletoe hanging over the bed like I’d asked her to.

  Misty was sitting on the edge of the bed but got up and approached us as we walked in. She looked amazing in a red pushup bra that had her breasts practically spilling over the top. She wasn’t wearing any panties, but had on some red and white stripped stockings and red high heels. I bit my lip; we’re going to have so much fun tonight.

  “Holy shit, Misty, who are you expecting?” Brett asked as he looked around the room and took in her outfit.

  She walked over to me and wrapped an arm around my waist. “You didn’t tell him yet?”

  I shook my head and glanced at him nervously while Misty’s hand moved down to my ass. “Not yet.”

  “Tell me what?” He looked back and forth between us, total confusion on his face.

  Misty moved closer to him, bringing me along with her. “Merry Christmas, Brett,” she mumbled before turning to kiss me softly on the neck.

  “What’s going on here, Lizzie? What does she mean?” He asked, his voice tight; the whole thing was starting to affect him. I glanced down and could see the outline of his erection in his dress pants.

  Misty’s lips were still on my neck, making it hard for me to concentrate. She reached down and slid a hand between my legs, running it up my thigh. “We’re here for a threesome with Misty. This is an early Christmas present baby.”

  He ran his hand through his hair and walked over to a chair to sit down. My heart dropped into my stomach and I moved away from Misty. Was he upset?

  “Fuck, Lizzie.” He looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire.

  “We talked about this a few weeks ago,” I said quietly, fighting back the tears. “Are you m
ad?” I whispered.

  He stood back up and came over to me, taking both of my hands in his large ones. “Oh my God, fuck no!” He pulled me into him tightly. “Can you feel that? I’m so fucking hard right now at the thought of you sharing Misty with me.” He reached a hand up to cup the back of my hair. “Are you sure you want to do that?”

  I glanced back over to Misty who smiled. I looked up into Brett’s eyes. “Yes, I do. I want you to fuck us both.”

  He growled and bent down to pick me up before throwing me over his shoulder. He carried me over to the bed and tossed me gently onto it. He looked over his shoulder at Misty. “Undress her. Leave on the shoes, but take the rest off.” She started to walk towards the bed when he grabbed her arm. “Wait. Take my shirt off first.”

  Brett was in full-on dominant mode and my pussy was dripping with desire now, soaking through my new panties. She reached up and undid his tie first, pulling it from around his neck. “Maybe I’ll tie one of you up with that later,” he mumbled and I gasped.

  I wanted to reach between my legs and relieve some of the pressure I was feeling already but I didn’t dare yet. She unbuttoned his shirt, starting at the top. When she was done, she pushed it off of his shoulders and he shrugged out of it, revealing his pierced nipples, hard muscles, and tattoos.

  “Kiss him,” I commanded her. “Kiss his chest. Touch his cock through his pants.”

  Brett looked over at me, a small smile playing on his lips as Misty leaned over and ran her tongue from one of his nipples to the other. He shivered and moaned when her hand moved over the top of his pants.

  Part of me had been nervous I would be jealous watching another woman touch him, but it was the total opposite. It turned me on like crazy and I now had a taste of how Brett felt when he watched me with his friend.

  He put his hands on Misty’s shoulders and pushed her away gently. “Go now, undress Lizzie.”

  She turned and started walking towards me slowly, like an animal stalks its prey. “Your turn,” she smiled at me as she climbed onto the bed.