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“You gonna tell me where it’s hitting you, Peyton?” He ran his tongue up the side of her neck and she squirmed against him. She wasn’t moving away from the jet at all. If anything, she was seeking it out further.
“It’s umm, kind of on my buttish area.”
“Your buttish area?” He threw back his head and laughed. God, she was cute. “Do you like where it’s hitting you?”
Her cheeks were now bright red as she nodded shyly. He shifted her weight so the jet shot directly on her clit.
“Oh jeez,” she cried out.
“And now?”
Her nails dug into his shoulder. “Oh god,” she moaned.
He shifted her off the jet and she huffed out a frustrated breath.
Grinning, he leaned down and nipped her neck. “You like that?”
“Cuz’ you can’t tell when I’m moaning like a banshee?”
“Oh honey, we haven’t even gotten close to you moaning like a banshee. But now that I know that’s the goal.” He leaned in and swirled his tongue around her nipple. Peyton’s head dropped back, and she threaded her fingers through his hair.
“So, which jet did you like better? Ass or clit?”
Peyton cleared her throat. “Umm, they were both very nice.”
“Nice?” He snickered. “I wouldn’t say me using a jet to fuck your ass wasnice.”
“It wasn’t doing that.” She smacked him on the arm.
“Pretty close,” he murmured. He ran his teeth gently over her other nipple. “So, you liked them both, but I’m guessing by the way you moaned you liked the clit one a little better.”
“Well yeah,” she agreed.
“But you didn’t hate the other?” He watched her to see her reaction. If she hated it, then he didn’t want to do it, but if she was open to it, then man, could they have some fun.
“No, I didn’t hate it.” She dipped her chin shyly like she was embarrassed to like having her ass played with.
“Good.” He shifted her body and felt the jet he wanted on the back of his hand. He’d spent countless hours in this hot tub after training and games to work out the knots, so he knew exactly what each jet felt like, how strong it was, how it pulsed, and he was going to put that knowledge to good use on Peyton’s body.
He set her down on the jet, and her hand clamped onto his shoulder as her head flung back. “Oh, my god.”
He held her in place, not allowing her to squirm away from the jet. Peyton’s breathing grew more rapid. Her chest heaved to get breath. Her jaw trembled. She was so close already. He’d expected her to enjoy it, but he hadn’t expected it to work this quickly.
Peyton’s back arched, thrusting her breasts toward him. Not one to resist an offering like that, he sucked her nipple into his mouth. Peyton let out a deep, agonized moan. Her fingers dug into this scalp.
His dick twitched. “You are so fucking hot.”
Peyton flicked open her eyes and flashed him the sexiest smile. The wanton look of a woman chasing her own orgasm. And he wanted to be buried inside her when she came.
He moved her off the jet. “No,” she cried.
The look of annoyance on her face nearly made him want to put her back on. But he knew if he held her close to the edge when he did finally let her have the orgasm, it would be so fucking worth it.
“Patience.” He shifted her back so the jet hit her ass again instead of her clit. She shuddered and exhaled audibly.
“I honestly didn’t think I’d like that,” she admitted.
He wrapped his arm around her back, cupping her waist on the opposite side to hold her in place on the jet. With his other hand, he threaded his fingers into her hair and pulled tight against her scalp, knowing how much she enjoyed the little bite of pain.
