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My fingers part her slick folds to allow the stream of water to pound her clit unhindered, and Kennedy jumps in shock.

“Easy, baby.” There's a bit of distance between us and the wall since I don't want the strong jet to hurt her, but even with the space, it's powerful enough to bring Kennedy close to climax as she wiggles to avoid the direct contact.

“It's too much. Wyatt… I can't…”

“Yes, you can. Should I give you something else as a distraction?” With one hand holding her pussy open, the other frees my aching cock and lines it up to her clenching hole.

The warm jet bubbles slide across my dick, but those aren't the heat I crave. I need Kennedy's hot cunt wrapped around my thick length, sucking the seed from my heavy balls.

“Please… please…”

I'm not sure if she's pleading for me to stop or continue. The sharp pain of her nails on my forearms could go either way. Pushing me back or pulling me closer.

With the head of my cock wedged at her entrance, I angle her head to the side so I can meet her glazed eyes.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Kennedy? Do you need me to stretch your virgin pussy with my big dick?” She'd shyly shared how innocent she was over a text chain months ago, and maybe it makes me a barbarian, but I love that I'm the first man she trusts to touch her.

Hopefully, I'll be the only man.

“Yes!”

“Say it,” I growl. “I need to hear you say it out loud.”

Kennedy bites her lip, a wave of self-consciousness inserting itself before her hesitancy clears, and she sighs. “Please, Wyatt, fuck me. I need you to—”

The slam of my cock forward cuts off the rest of her sentence.

CHAPTER TWELVE

KENNEDY

I’ve fantasized about hot tub sex. I live in a small mountain town, work at a luxury lodge, and have heard numerous stories from staff about finding couples canoodling all over the place. So, yeah, call it a bucket list item.

But experiencing the pleasurable burn of Wyatt’s thick cock tunneling inside me while a continual stream of bubbles bursts over my clit?

Nothing could have prepared me for this.

“Wyatt…” I gasp, arching into his big hands as they strum across my body like a skilled guitarist, plucking my nipples and leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“Yeah, baby?” His teeth nibble on my earlobe. “Is this what you wanted? Is this what your needy little cunt craved? To be stuffed full of cock?”

Damn, he’s got a dirty mouth.

His letters never hinted at this side of him, which is probably a good thing, since who knows how the military censors correspondence to ensure sensitive information doesn't get out? An entire room full of soldiers could have been privy to Wyatt’s filthy words, something I’m loath to share.

My pussy clenches around his steel length, and I reach up to pull his head down to mine. “Stuffed full ofyourcock,” I correctbefore pressing my mouth to his, eager to be claimed by every part of him—from lips and tongue to his rough fingertips and punishing cock.

“For such a good girl, you’ve got quite a mouth on you.”

“Maybe I’m not so good.”

He chuckles and hits a particularly sensitive spot inside with the blunt head of his dick.

“Impossible.” Suddenly, I’m lifted from the water, so my knees rest against the tub’s stone edge, practically bent in half, and allowing Wyatt to slip deeper.

Holy fuck.I’m surrounded by him. His solid, muscular chest at my back. His flexing arms holding my legs open wider for his possession. Cool air sweeps over my clit, a stark contrast from the heat of the jacuzzi, and I shudder at the temperature change.

“Good girls let their man fuck them any way he wants to.” Wyatt pinches my aching nipples. “Tits filling his palms. Cunt glistening for everyone to see. What would people say about the Princess of Suitor’s Crossing taking cock like she was born to it, hmm?”

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