Page 3 of Hard Lessons

“Ditto.” He found her entrance with his fingers. He slid in two, maybe three fingers, hooked them forward and stroked over her G-spot. He did it fast and firm, a solid, dense come-hither motion that had pressure building in her pussy and deep in her pelvis.

“Oh, Luca. Yes.” She tensed and bit on her bottom lip as her knees weakened. She was glad of the sofa for support. This wasn’t going to be a slow fuck. Luca was on a mission to get them both orgasming—the first in their new apartment, the first of their new life.

“Oh, oh...” she gasped and arched her back until it ached. “Luca! More!”

He chuckled. “See, you always want more, even if you don’t know it.”

“Just fuck me.” She was wet for him, her pussy gripping his fingers. “Now.”

He didn’t reply, instead he removed his fingers and replaced them with the tip of his cock. He gripped her hips and held her tight.

Serena snatched in her breath and braced her spine, knowing it would be a fast ride to full depth. She loved this moment though, the anticipation, the split second before he claimed her and took them both to heaven.

And then it came.

He grunted and forged in, spearing his cock into her pussy.

She groaned as she was stretched blissfully around his wide shaft. He was big and long and when he hit full depth he shunted in some more, bashing the trapped air from the base of her lungs.

Grunting, she hugged him with her pussy, tensing each internal muscle as much as she could.

And then he withdrew only to blast in again, dragging her onto his cock at the same time.

“Ah,si, fuck.” He grunted and held her tighter, his thighs slapping up against the backs of her legs. “You feel so damn good.”

Serena didn’t answer; she stared out of the window, unseeing. He was taking what he wanted from her body, but in turn giving her exactly what she needed. His raw masculinity and desperate desire for her was an aphrodisiac in itself.

She reached down and sought her clit, wanting maximum stimulation.

“Ah, no.” He batted her hand away. “I’ll do that. My duty.”

He bent over her, cocooning her with his big body and scooped one hand beneath her to rub her clitoris.

“Luca,” she gasped. “Oh, fuck.”

“Si, I’m fucking you, baby.” He slid his other hand up to her neck, cupped her chin. “Look at London while I fuck you. While I take what’s mine.Tutto mio.”

Her neck arched. Her body shook. His possession of her was all she could think of. It was all consuming, the way his love was.

“Jesus, give me strength,” he cried, his fingers firm around her throat. “If you ever leave me...”

“I won’t. I won’t leave you. I love you. I love you, Luca.”

“And I love you. So much. Can you... feel... how... much?” His words were punctuated with wild thrusts.

He was riding hard over her G-spot. It was still sensitive from when he’d taken her from behind the night before. Only then he’d had her tied to the bed too, slapped her ass until it had burned red before he’d plunged in.

Will we ever get enough of each other?

The wild fucking continued. Serena was aware of the pressure building, the need to release growing. It was a delicious deep orgasm, strengthening from his skillful fingers and rock-hard cock. He was in control of her, her body, her pleasure; she didn’t need to think of anything except claiming her climax.

“Luca... I’m... oh... don’t stop!” she cried out and came. Not caring if anyone heard, or if anyone could see them through the windows.

Luca was all that existed. He was her man, her world, her everything.

As darts of pure bliss shot around her body, Luca came too, his hips thrusting in short sharp movements as he groaned through a long orgasm. He seemed to tunnel deeper than ever, his body shaking and sweat slicking over his skin and hers.

Still Serena stared at the city spread before her. But her eyes were glazed, her focus blurred. It was just a mass of concrete topped with chimneystacks and spires.

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