Page 49 of Stuck in Christmas

When she reached me at the pavilion, I took her in my arms and kissed her cheek. “You look beautiful in red.”

“So do you.” She waggled her eyebrows. “Sosexy.”

I frowned.

“Just testing,” she said as we turned toward Bonnie.

I don’t remember the ceremony. I know I pledged to love Renee for the rest of my life, no matter how many time loops we were caught in. And the following party was a blur.

But the moment we stepped back into my apartment, colors and sounds came rushing back.

“Are you alright?” Renee asked me.

“Never better,” I answered before planting a searing kiss on her lips. “I need to be inside you right this moment.”

It became a chaotic frenzy of hands grabbing fabric, frantically tugging, and pulling as laughter filled the living room. At one point, Renee became frustrated with my pants and ripped them off me.

“I’ve waited long enough, husband,” she said, pushing the tattered remnants to the floor.

I gently pulled her dress over her head, only to discover some very naughty black undergarments that looked more like scaffolding than underwear. “Mrs. Claus, it seems you have a sinful side to you.”

“Sexy, hard, wet, cock,” Renee answered. “Right. Still checking. Give it to me rough and dirty, Mr. Claus.”

“Keep talking dirty to me while I taste you.” I swooped her up in my arms and carried her to our bedroom, where I dropped her on the mattress.

“Hey!”

I smiled. “You said you wanted it rough and dirty.”

She narrowed her eyes at me, then nodded. “Yes. I did say that. Proceed.”

“Good,” I said, sinking to my knees before her. The black straps that criss-crossed my wife’s body were mere suggestions. Two straps framed her pussy and gave me something to grab hold of while I circled her clit with my tongue. She moaned in delight and grabbed my hair, urging me to continue.

I slowly circled her pleasure center, then spread her wider to see her glistening core waiting for me. “Do you want tongue, fingers, cock, or something else?”

She lifted her head off the bed to look at me. “Something else?”

“I thought we could play a few reindeer games.” I pulled the sex toy box from underneath the bed. “It has antlers.”

Her eyes lit up. “Oooh. I like where your head is at, but right now - cock. Give me that big, thick, swollen cock, and fill up my cunt with your seed.”

I did a double-take.

She winced. “Too much?”

I didn’t have to think too long about it because my dick was all in for whatever dirty talk floated her boat. “I don’t hate it. And neither does he.”

“Then get over here and stick it in me until I scream out your name and drown out that damn Christmas music!”

I was inside her in one smooth thrust, and I knew neither of us would last. She had insisted on remaining celibate the last week leading up to the wedding, and as I previously mentioned - whatever she wanted, I wanted for her.

She was tight and wet around me, and as Ipulled out to thrust back in, she squeezed around me. “Damn, Renee.”

“Give it to me, Eli.” She grabbed hold of my ass cheeks and pulled me closer.

I grunted. I would not last like this. “Renee, I’m about to blow.”

She reached between us and pinched her clit with her hand. “Oh, yeah. That’s what I like. More, Eli. I want it all.”

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