Page 45 of Enraged

“Lena.”

“I don’t know…the look on your face…” she trailed off.

I took my hands off her, my dick protesting immediately.

She’s unsure and we aren’t doing it under those circumstances.

“Why did you stop?”

“You didn’t seem comfortable and making sure you are - that is my number one focus.”

“I’m just cold. Warm me up.”

Or just get back in the water so we can both start thinkin’ clearly.

“Climb back down into the water,” I instructed, reaching for her hand. Taking my hand, she placed it against her pussy.

“Make me forget that I’m cold.”

Abort mission. Abort mission.

I rubbed her through the wet cotton. The sound she made was louder than the sleet on the tin roof.

I tapped on her clit. She yelped and jumped, lifting her hips in search of anything to get her to her release. I stroked her with my thumb, my eyes fixated on her tits bouncing inside her sodden shirt.

“Please, keep doin’ it just like that,” she pleaded. “I’m gettin’ so close.”

Increasing the pressure, I pinched her throbbing clit, rolling it between my thumb and index finger. She erupted, her body convulsing as her orgasm drove through her.

“Fuckkkk, I’m cumming!”

Do it quietly before I wind up fuckin’ you over the side of this hot tub.

“Cum again, baby,” I ordered, rubbing her harder, faster. “Cum again, Lena. Now.”

Leaning over, I sucked her clit through the fabric, reaching up to play with her nipples as I sucked. She screamed, her body quaking as wave after wave of intensity shattered her. Finally, I pulled away, satisfied that I’d warmed her up.

“Dak, that was –”

“Lena!” A deep voice interrupted.

Fuckin’ Jace.

Jolene

“Lena!” Jace’s voice bellowed from inside the dimly lit cabin.

What the fuck?

Dakota stood up in the water, the boner that he hopefully had a moment ago, long gone. “The fuck is he doin’ here?” He demanded angrily.

“I’ll give you one guess.”

Climbing out, he wrapped a towel around his waist before holding the remaining towel out to me.

“C’mon, I’ll handle this shit right now,” he promised. “Starting with getting’ that motherfucker out of my goddamn house.”

Standing on the ledge, I wrapped the warm towel around myself, praying for my legs to do what legs are supposed to do.

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