Chapter 29

I picked up my phone. “That’s good.” I thumbed the intensity up to eighty percent and she caved. Her knees met and her pussy gushed in a flood. “Oh God, f•©k me, f•©k me, please f•©k me!”

I swiped the intensity down to forty percent and untied the rope from its anchor. I grabbed her by the arm and walked her carefully to the covered hot tub. I helped her step up on the pavers that I had put in place purposely for this. The height was perfect. I pushed her face down onto the hot tub cover and spread her legs. I warmed her ass with a pair of smacks that made her scream with her lips tight together.

I stepped up behind her and pushed my cock into that sopping pussy, and I f•©ked her for all I was worth. F•©king against a nearly immovable object was amazing. Indoors on a table or bed, we often move the furniture around, but out here, I could really cut loose. I hammered into that sweet pussy as though my life depended on it. I pulled back on her shapely hips and lost myself in the feeling of the vibrator and her pelvic muscles squeezing my cock. It was incredible.

Thanks to that amazing blow job earlier, I was able to last a while and I enjoyed every second. Her pussy was so wet and slippery that the friction was reduced so I lasted even longer. I loved hearing her moan with her lips closed tightly. She did well, only losing control once, as she writhed and came beneath me. “Hooooooaaaahhhhh! Oh, oh, ohhhhh! It’s so good, it’s soooo gooood,” she wailed with her nose touching the padded hot tub cover. Probably a bit louder than she should have. But I was confident that it wouldn’t be the first time our neighbors might have heard our passionate cries.

Just seconds before I filled her womb with my cum, I shut off the claw. I wanted her to feel me, feel every blast of my cum as I filled her. She gasped and collapsed, and I growled deep in my chest and flooded her sopping cunt. Stars whirled in my vision, and I collapsed into her, breathing hard. I stayed inside her for about a minute as I caught my breath. Finally, I stepped back and gave her an affectionate pat on her ass. My handprints there were nicely red, but not raised welts, for which I was glad.