Disappointed and excited at the same time, she yelped his name as he flipped her over with ease so her knees were digging into the ground. He wrapped her hair around his fist and tugged harshly, making her cry out.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me when you run?” he asked.

“I love it when you catch me.”

She didn’t know when she realized how much she enjoyed it. It had started in the house when she’d spilled cold water on him and he’d chased her out into the pool. She’d fallen into the water, and he’d gone in after her. They’d ended up making love in the pool, then in the kitchen, before taking it to the shower.

Mabel couldn’t get enough of him, and what was more, she didn’t care. The guilt she’d once experienced was gone.

There was no reason for her to feel anything but pleasure and enjoyment.

The way Lucas touched her hip right now, holding her in place, made her so wet, so ready for him. He gripped his cock and ran the tip between her slit, bumping her clit. The sudden jolt of pleasure rushed through her body.

“Are you ready for me?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Good.”

He fucked her hard and fast, slamming to the hilt inside her. Lucas wasn’t gentle, using the grip he had on her hair to ride her deeper than ever before. He moved so she sat against him. His cock was still deep inside her, and his hand slid between her thighs. His fingers touched her clit as he began to work her to an orgasm. Lucas would never come until she found her pleasure.

She gasped, trying to ride his cock, but he still had the grip in her hair, stopping her from moving.

“I want you to come all over my cock, Mabel. Come, and then I’ll give you what you want. What you need.” He whispered the words between nibbles on her neck.

Her nipples were rock-hard as he knew how to work her body until she couldn’t even think straight. “Please, please,” she said.

“That’s it, baby, come for me. Give it to me.”

She screamed as she came hard. The size of his cock felt different, almost bigger as she came around him.

Before she’d even finished, he moved her back onto her hands and knees, and he took her roughly, driving into her without remorse, and she loved the way he commanded her body, taking what he wanted without hesitating.

When he came, he moved his grip to her hips, his fingers tightening to the point she knew she’d have bruises the next day. He didn’t pull out of her, and they collapsed to the ground, panting for breath.

“Wow,” she said. “I think I should run from you more often.”