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“It seems like you’re too old to chase after me.” I smile.
Luca’s eyes flare. The next moment he’s running up the stairs, taking two at a time. I laugh and sprint the last few steps to thelanding, then turn left. I’ve just reached the bedroom when I feel two strong arms wrap around my waist from behind.
“I guess I’m not that old,” Luca says next to my ear.
The sound of a door banging closed behind us reaches me as Luca grabs the waistband of my skirt.
“No!” I yelp, but he already has my skirt torn along the stitches at the side. Jesus!
“Now,” he whispers and places a kiss at the side of my neck, “About that dress . . .”
His hand grabs my right ass cheek, and then he slaps it. The burning sensation spreads over my skin and I bite at my lower lip, as wetness pools between my legs.
“What about the dress?” I choke out, then suck in a breath as his left hand slides down my stomach and inside my panties.
“When I tell you to wear something,”—he places his finger at my core and slides it inside—“you obey, Isabella.”
“And if I don’t?”
“If you don’t, a punishment is in order.” Two more slaps. Then a kiss, on my jaw this time. “But, based on how drenched your pussy is, it seems you quite enjoy my educational methods.”
“I think I do.” I smile, then moan when he adds another finger.
A deep rumbling comes from behind me, followed by the sound of my panties being torn. I hear him fumbling with his belt, and then his fingers leave my pussy. Suddenly, Luca turns me around and grabs me under my thighs, lifting me up. I wrap my arms around his neck, then suck in a breath as my back gets plastered against the door.
“I can’t express how much I enjoy having my cock buried in your pretty pussy, Isabella,” he says and thrusts his rock-hard length inside me.
“The feeling is mutual.” I moan then bury my hands in his hair, squeezing as he pounds into me.
* * *
I walk to the closet and glance at Luca over my shoulder. “So, about this dinner. Is it some special occasion?”
“Do I need a special occasion to take you to dinner?”
“I guess not. How about the white dress? The one with the gray belt?”
“You’re wearing jeans tonight,” Luca says.
“Oh?” That’s strange. He always picks dresses.
“The tight black ones. And that silk pink blouse. No heels.”
“No heels?” I turn to face him. “What kind of dinner it is with jeans and no heels?”
“It’s better if you don’t wear heels the first time.” There’s a smug smile on his lips.
“First time for what?” I take the pants out of the closet and pull them on, before reaching for the pink blouse.
“You’ll see.”
I shake my head, wondering what he has in mind now. I’m just tying the blouse when I feel Luca come to stand behind me. He places his hands on my waist and starts unbuttoning my pants.
“I thought we were going to dinner.”
“We are.” His hand slides into my panties, his fingers stroking my clit for a few seconds before one of them slips inside of me. “You know, I’ve found a solution to your problem.”
“Which problem?” I breathe out, then shudder when he presses on my clit with his thumb.
