Page 87 of Hard Lessons

“No, what hurt was not being with you.” He kissed her, his stubbled chin scratching hers.

Serena closed her eyes and became lost in the moment. This was what she’d been waiting for. Craving. Luca was her everything. All she’d ever need.

He ran his hands down her body and over her hips. Within seconds he’d wrinkled up her short skirt so it sat at her waist like a belt.

Desire shot through her veins. Her need for him was like a real living thing inside of her. “Luca.”

He didn’t answer; instead he hitched her upward, her back against the wall.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and crossed her ankles.

“I need you,” he murmured.

“I need you.”

He shoved one hand down between their bodies and released his fly.

The next thing she knew his cock was prodding her entrance, her panties pushed out of the way.

“Oh, yes...” she said against his lips. “Please, fuck me.”

“Forever and a day,” he said, then thrust his hips upward and pushed in, holding her tight.

She gasped as he filled her, his big cock stretching her pussy.

The wall was cool on her back, her shoulder hit a picture and sent it rattling to the floor.

“Ah,si,” he said. “I love your sweet pussy.”

“I love your huge cock.”

He kind of laughed but it was a strange, strangled sound, then he pulled almost out and drove back in.

Serena held his face and kissed him, even though they were writhing and thrusting against the wall.

No other man would ever do it for her. Luca Morretti was her past, present, and future and she’d be at his side no matter what he’d decided.

“Oh, God, Serena, I’m gonna come,” he groaned. “I’ve been thinking about burying deep in you for the last... two hundred miles.”

“I’m nearly... there.” And she was. He was grinding up against her clit perfectly and rubbing her G-spot with a crazy tempo. “Oh, oh, oh...”

Suddenly he stopped. He jammed her up against his torso and marched outside, gripping her ass.

The sunlight streamed down and then became a white haze as he laid her on the bench.

“We’re free,” he said onto her lips. “To do whatever the hell we want.”

“Yes.”

“And if I want to fuck out here... we will.” He continued to pump into her.

She arched her back and drew her legs up.

He grasped her right one, pulled it higher still. Her hip stretched and she gasped as she hooked it over his shoulder. Her foot and toes blocked out the light of the sun.

He grinned, a searing heat shot over his eyes. “You ready?”

“For what?” She was breathless, folded beneath him, full of him—at his mercy.

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