Page 48 of Hard Lessons

“Not what you used to say when I was on top of you.” Water was running from the bridge of his nose and off his chin. His hair was flattened to his brow, several strands curled over his ears, drips balancing on the ends.

“That was then,” she said through gritted teeth.

Damn it, the guy was hard, this was turning him on. There was no way she was imagining that erection shoving up against her pussy between their clothes. “And this is now.”

“Si, this is now.” A predatory glint flashed in his eyes.

Serena stilled.

What the hell?

“And now this is what you get for running away from me.” He slipped his hand between their bodies and fumbled with her jeans. He shoved them down to her ankles despite her writhing. Her panties followed.

Surely he isn’t going to...

“Luca, you can’t do this... not here...” Mud coated her now bare behind, her expensive pink sweater was sopping and dirt-stained.

“I’ll do what the hell I want with my woman.” He released his fly and his cock sprang out—thick and long and hard. “And right now I want to fuck you. And you’re going to take me, take this. All of it. As your punishment for running. For getting us both soaked to the skin.” He fisted his shaft, holding her trapped beneath him with his wet, naked torso.

Serena thought her heart might burst out of her chest. Damn, she’d missed that big cock. But like this, with him mad at her, her running from him?

A punishment?

“Luca,” she cried, staring up at his steely expression. “Luca, please.” He was a solid weight above her, and beneath the earth was slippery and sodden. It was spreading over her ass, up her back. She had no escape.

His cock was at her pussy, prodding her entrance.

He didn’t flinch when the storm appeared to strike a tree nearby, and instead curled his hips under and surged forward, ramming his cock hard and fast to full depth.

Serena cried out and arched her spine. Pain mixed with bliss. His wide girth and long shaft stretched her deliciously and combined a stitch of remembered discomfort.

“Fuck, I’ve missed your pussy.” He thrust one hand into her hair and gripped it, the other he slipped between her back and the wet ground and pulled her tighter to him. He set his mouth over hers and kissed her.

Serena didn’t kiss him back. She couldn’t. All her concentration was on his thick cock buried deep and his body connecting with hers as his hips pounded her up the slippery ground.

“You’re going to take this fuck,” he said, suddenly rearing back and slamming his hands into the mud now, at the side of her head. “Every bit of it. You deserve it this way.”

He closed his eyes and pressed his lips together. Withdrawing for only a split second, he rammed back into her. “Fuck!” he shouted. “Take me.”

Serena gripped his biceps, the air knocked from her lungs. She didn’t know whether to demand more or scream at him to get off her.

She stared up at him, unblinking despite the battering rain. His muscles were taut, his skin sleek and wet, and a combination of fury and bliss held his features hostage.

He pushed in again, then again, setting up a wild rhythm. Each time he thrust he went balls deep and his body rocked up against her clit. It felt so good, the pressure hard and intense and in just the right spot.

Serena gripped him, all sense and thought going from her mind. All she could think of was being fucked, fucking him too. The crazy, incredible things he could do with his body, to her body—how he could make her feel, the places he could take her to that no one else could.

“Luca!” she yelled, the sound caught on a gust of wind. “Don’t stop!”

“You little wench,” he said, staring down at her and picking up the already wild pace.

She dug her nails into his biceps. It was nearly there, the orgasm. It was steaming toward her so fast. She hadn’t thought it would, but her body clearly had other ideas about what it wanted to do when Luca Morretti entered her.

“Jesus Christ... have mercy.” He plunged into her, his cock so damn hard she knew he wasn’t far off.

She bucked to meet him, grinding her clit on his body. The pressure was ready to release.

He repeated the action.

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