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Together they worked her up and down on his length. Dalton shuddered when her muscles tightened around him.

He felt…home.

Anya’s body was made for him.

Their movements grew more frantic. Dalton didn’t care about the water spilling over the edge of the tub.

Nothing could stop him right now.

Anya’s body arched with every thrust. She was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. Her head was thrust back, her breasts were pushed out toward him, and the way she rode him, it almost ripped the soul from him.

At that moment, he’d let her have it, too.

“Anya.” He chanted her name repeatedly.

He felt the familiar sensation in his balls. An electric current shot through him. He gripped Anya tighter, driving her down harder on him. A growl escaped him. He loved how she eagerly took everything she needed.

He slid a hand between the two of them and connected with her clit. It was swollen, and the minute his fingers made contact, Anya cried out.

Their rhythm changed, speeding up while his climax built. He shifted the angle of his thrusts, grinding against her clit.

“I need you to come with me, baby,” he commanded.

He pinched her clit, and she denoted.

A scream escaped her while her body shuddered.

Dalton let go, allowing his orgasm to take him. He held Anya’s hips steady while he buried himself deep inside her.

Her arms brought his face to her chest as he shouted with each hot spurt of his release.

Dalton went still, his limbs unable to move. Anya cradled him, running her fingers through his hair while he came down from his euphoric journey.

It wasn’t until Anya shifted on his lap that Dalton lifted his head from her chest.

Anya looked relaxed and well-fucked. Her braid had come undone, and her hair fell along her shoulders in a dark cloud.

“Want to continue this inside?” he asked.

“Yes,” she answered immediately.

Dalton barked a laugh at her enthusiasm, which turned into a groan when she lifted from him. His semisoft cock withdrew from her warm, slick cocoon.

He needed to be back inside.

He followed her out of the tub and hit the controls to turn it off.

“Towels are over there.” He pointed over to a shelf along the wall of the gazebo.

He quickly recovered the jacuzzi, not wanting to leave it open and risk animals getting to it.

Anya wrapped a towel around herself and handed him one. She glanced down at his cock. It jerked to attention under her gaze.

“Like what you see?” he joked, covering himself, closing the distance between them.

She giggled, laying a hand on his chest. “As a matter of fact, I do. That dick of yours is something else, Mr. McNeil.”

With a growl, he scooped her up into his arms and walked toward the house. Anya put her arms around him and held on tight.

“Wait until you see what my tongue can do.”

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