Page 26 of On Her Terms

A strange thrill zings through me, and I silently lecture myself as I clamp down on my teeth. Don’t feel anything other than physical pleasure.

“I haven’t been with anyone in a long time, either,” I admit. “I’ve been too busy with work, too.”

He arches a brow, and it’s so goddamn odd that we’re having this easy, open conversation with his beautiful cock buried inside me, unmoving. It’s kind of weird...yet insanely intimate.

“Not a different guy every night?” I shake my head and the movement stirs his cock inside me. Our moans mingle. “It’s okay for a woman to own her sexuality and sleep with whoever she wants, but I didn’t take you as the type.” With one hand beneath my ass, holding me against him, he touches my face with the other and brushes his thumb over my cheek. “I’m glad I’m the guy you broke your dry spell with.”

Oh God, I should tell him. I should tell him who I am and why I seduced him that first day. He’s being so damn sweet and honest with me, and he deserves that in return. But if I do, he may want nothing to do with me. What kind of grown woman, a professional at that, does something so juvenile? Sure he hurt me, but everyone makes mistakes, right?

“Hey, you okay?” he asks quietly.

I shake my head to pull myself together. “I’m good.”

“You sure you want to do this?”

I’m not sure of anything anymore.

“Yes. I like the feel of skin on skin.”

“It’s incredible,” he practically shouts, and we both laugh, tension easing out of me.

He readjusts and cups my ass with both hands as he presses me harder against the wall. He bends, pulls halfway out of me and slides back in again. I hug him, bury my mouth in his neck as he moves in and out of my body—slower, softer movements, but I want it hard. I want all of him, unleashed, wild, giving me everything he has.

“Fuck me harder, Luca,” I cry out and he goes still for a second. “Harder,” I demand.

He pulls out and plows back in again, and my teeth slam together from the blunt force of it all. His balls slap against my body as he buries every glorious inch inside me. My God, I love the way this man fucks me. Truthfully, before him, I’m not sure I ever knew what it was like to be properly fucked.

“Yes, like that,” I say. I don’t care if I wake up chafed and sore tomorrow. In fact I want the sting. Every time I move, I want to be reminded of this moment, this man.

He pummels me with his cock, and his sweet groans vibrate through me, race over my clit like I’ve got Mr. Right working away between my legs. Everything about this is perfect. So perfect, I could stay like this forever.

“Luca,” I cry out, wanting to but unable to hold on a second longer. I give in to the pleasure pulling at me and cry out as I let go. I come and come and come some more, and Luca finds my mouth, muffles my cries. My body trembles and massages his cock with each powerful, mind-blowing spasm.

He pumps harder, giving me no reprieve. “Your cum is dripping down my legs, baby. I should have eaten you first. I’m dying for a taste.”

As soon as the words leave his mouth, I come again and he chuckles against my ear. The man knows exactly how to get to me, how to wring out another orgasm when I thought I was spent. I curl into him, and greedy for his own release, he bucks against me, grunts a few times, and when his cock thickens in my pussy, I tighten my legs and hold on. He throws his head back, and I whimper as he spills his seed into me, filling me with heat, pleasure, a new kind of need.

“I feel you,” I murmur and run my fingers over his wet body, reveling in his hard muscle and deep grooves. “I feel every drop of you.”

“Feel good?” he asks thickly as his hips curl into me so he can deposit the last of his lust into my body.

“Soo...hot,” I say. “I don’t ever want to use a condom with you again.”

His body jerks and spasms, and I hold him tighter until his release is complete. His breath is hot on my face as he pushes my hair back. “I lied,” he says.

My heart seizes and air leaves my lungs in a rush. “Lied?” I ask, not at all sure I want to know what he lied about.

“I’m not going to let you sleep when we come back here tonight.”

CHAPTER TEN

Luca

I STAND AT the altar in the glassed-in octagon-shaped gazebo, with Tate shifting restlessly beside me. I search the room for Brianna and find her at the back, talking to Summer’s other bridesmaid, Amber. My gaze moves over her, takes in her lush curves. My dick stirs in my khaki shorts and I turn my focus back to the minister, who is going over the upcoming ceremony with Summer.

“How was sunrise this morning?” Tate asks me, and I don’t miss the knowing grin he has aimed my way.

“It was great. I missed this place.”

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