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Our lips find each other in a passionate, bruising kiss. With a growl, Brett rolls us over, pinning me beneath him. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. As I dig my nails into his back, desperately wanting him to take me right here on this couch.

But Brett has other plans. He trails kisses down my neck, nipping at my sensitive skin as he goes. He takes one nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue before moving to the other. I moan, my hips bucking as he continues his assault.

Brett's cock is throbbing with need. know I want him inside me. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer as I beg him to take me. He doesn't need any more encouragement. With one swift thrust, he's inside me, filling me completely. I moan loudly, clenching around him as he starts to move.

With every thrust, I moaned louder, my body consumed by a fiery need. His hands on my skin, rough and demanding, sent shivers down my spine. I gripped him tightly, feeling his muscles tense and relax with each movement.

Lost in the moment, I begged for more, my words spilling out in a jumbled mess. He silenced me with a pillow, a commandingyet gentle gesture that only fueled my desire. He took me with a ferocity that left me breathless, his deep thrusts sending me spiraling towards ecstasy.

My nails dug into his skin, marking him as mine. I pushed back against him, wanting him deeper, harder. He obliged, his hands gripping my thighs with a bruising strength that I welcomed.

As we reached the precipice together, I screamed his name, my body trembling and pulsing with pleasure. He followed close behind, his own release leaving him spent and sated.

But even as we lay there, our bodies intertwined and our breaths heavy, I still craved more. And I knew, with him, I would never be satisfied.

21

Sofia

Diane sat in my kitchen, sipping on sweet tea.

She looked up at me with a smile. “I’m keeping Max tonight,” she declared, setting her glass down on the counter. “You need a night out.”

I shook my head in protest, but Diane was not one to take no for an answer. “I can't just leave him with you,” I protested.

Diane waved off my concerns. “He'll be fine. Besides, you deserve a break. Go out, have some fun. I'll take care of everything.”

And just like that, she had made up her mind. Diane had always been like that - bold, confident, and always looking out for those she cared about. I couldn't think of a better person to leave my precious Max with.

“Okay,” I relented, standing up from my seat. “But if he gives you any trouble, just call me.”

Diane rolled her eyes. “Trust me, I've raised three kids. Now go, have some fun. You deserve it.”

I rushed out to find Brett in the stables, brushing down one of the horses. He looked up as I approached and a smile spread across his face.

“Hey there, gorgeous. I was wondering when I’d see you today. I wanted to talk about last night.”

Last night was amazing and now when I looked at him, the only image in my mind was the way he looked at me while he came, his eyes darkening. “I don’t regret it.”

“I don’t either,” Brett replied before leaning in to kiss me. “I just wanted to make sure we were both still on the same page. The last thing I want to do is make you feel pressured. Opening up your heart to me is a big step for you.”

“Don’t you worry about little ole me… she’s infatuated with you.” I leaned to his ear. “Especially after last night.”

When I pulled away, he was smiling ear to ear. I didn’t waste anytime putting my lips on his. “So… Diane is keeping Max tonight. Are you free?”

Brett’s smile widened. “As if I’d say no. I had plans with Rich, but I’ll cancel. He’ll understand.”

We had both known him since we were kids. If anyone understood our epic love story, it was him. “Okay, well when do you want to pick me up?”

Brett's eyes sparkled. “How about I swing by around seven? That'll give me time to finish up here and get cleaned up.”

I nodded, my heart already racing at the thought of spending the evening with him. “Seven sounds perfect. I'll be ready.”

As I turned to leave, Brett caught my hand, pulling me back for one more kiss. His lips were soft against mine.

“Wear something nice,” he murmured against my ear. “I want to take you somewhere special.”

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? And where might that be?”

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