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“Oh, God!” I cried out into the openness as wave after wave of sensation flooded my body.

“Yes. I’m coming,” he growled out, his hips bucking up and warmth filling me.

When the pleasure subsided, I sank against him, boneless. Thoughts and feelings rushed into my mind, all having to do with Brett. The one that took hold was why did something that was wrong feel so right?

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Brett

Why fight it?That was the rationale I used when I invited Miranda into the hot tub and to fuck me. When I resisted her, all it did was irritate the shit out of me and make me act like an asshole. Since we were going to be stuck here together again, why make it hard? Why torture myself if I didn't have to? We could have another sex-filled night in this little world away from reality and nobody would be the wiser. Once we left, we’d go back to our regular lives. And because I wouldn't see her again, I wouldn’t have to fight the near-constant state of arousal I felt when Miranda was near.

Seeing that she was wary of me, I put the decision ofto fuck or not to fuckinto her hands. If she wanted me to stay away from her, I would. Thank God that wasn't the choice she made.

As our orgasms subsided, she went boneless over me, and I banded my arm around her, holding her there. We had nowhere to go and nowhere to be, so we might as well just stay here with my dick deep inside her hot, wet pussy until I could get him up again. Fun fact—with her, it rarely took very long.

I brought my other hand up to her tit, lifting it out of the water, watching as the nipple tightened and puckered as the cold air hit it. She let out a soft moan as I flicked my thumb over it. I wrapped my lips around it, sucking. With each tug of her nipple, her pussy pulsed around my dick, coaxing him back to life.

She shivered.

“Are you cold?” If necessary, we’d take this party back inside.

“No.” She lifted her head and rocked over me, making my dick twitch. She was a fast learner. I liked that about her.

I took both her tits in my hands again, playing with them, sucking on one nipple as I pinched the other.

“Oh.” She gasped, her head falling back.

“I’d like to fuck these beauties.” I could see it already, my dick sliding between them, coming all over her chest. Not now, though. Later. I sucked hard on a nipple, wrangling another gasp, and her pussy tightened around me.

“Time for something new.” I maneuvered her off me, loving how she whimpered at the loss of contact. “Turn around and rest your hands on the edge.”

She did as I asked. I stood behind her, the biting cold air adding pain to the pleasure. Pushing her ass down to the water, I dropped to my knees and then positioned my dick at her entrance. “Hold on, Miranda.”

I thrust in, fast and hard.

“Oh, God. Mmm.” She rested her forearms on the side of the tub, arching her back, giving me a lovely view of her ass.

“You like that, don’t you? You like when I fuck you hard.” I withdrew and plunged in again.

She moaned. “I like all the ways.”

Fuck, I did too. It was going to be hard to follow up after this. I pushed that thought away. This was about enjoying the here and now. I moved in hard thrusts. The bubbling water around us splashed each time I drove in. Miranda let out tiny mewls that I found incredibly arousing.

“Are you close? Are you going to come on my cock, Miranda?” I’d learned over the last two nights that she liked it when I talked dirty to her.

She moaned in response. “Brett.”

“Tell me, baby. Tell me you’re going to come.”

“Oh, God, I’m going to come.” She’d been resting her forearms on the side of the tub, but now she rose, gripping the edge with her hands, her ass pushing back, telling me she was close.

“Talk to me, Miranda. Talk dirty.” I wanted to be sure I’d come when she did.

“Brett.”

“Do it. Tell me what you want.” I gripped her hips, my thrusts coming faster, harder.

“Fuck me.”

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