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kitchen-living room, and along the small corridor leading
past the bathroom to the bedroom, with Leo in close pursuit.
    Then as she leapt onto the bed, giggling
away, he pounced on her.
    For a while, they were just wrestling and
laughing, with his hard cock between them, as Leo tried to repay
her impudence with tickling, and she tried to dish it back to some
degree of success, until he had her pinned, face down.
    Now straddling her, he was pressing his
swollen staff between her cheeks, and she was submitting to him,
letting out an aroused groan as he slipped his cock between her
thighs, and eased inside her wet pussy.
    "I bet you're thinking about me with another
guy still," Caitlyn joked as he filled her, then withdrew.
    "Speak for yourself," he said, slowly
starting up a rhythm inside her as he leaned over her shoulder,
whispering to her: "Look at you closing your eyes, imagining I'm
someone else. Marco, probably, huh?"
    He smiled as the friction of his cock sliding
inside her pussy, so tight with her legs closed like that, caused
her to open her mouth wide and cry out while she held firmly onto
the cast iron bars of the bedstead in front of her.
    "Oh Marco, fuck me!" she cried, looking back
over her shoulder with a big wry grin plastered over her face as he
sat up, clasping her waist with both hands to support a more
forceful pounding into her pussy.
    "You are a bad girl," he said, loving the
scarlet tinge all over her face, wondering how far her joke was
taking her, whether she was actually imagining him to be the
Spaniard she'd met earlier that evening.
    "Oh Marco..." she sighed, "Marco, Marco,
Marco..."
    She was so wet, was it from thinking about
the other man? The thought produced a sharp pang in the middle of
his chest, and yet it also thrilled him in equal measure. Was he
really all right with the thought of his fiancée fucking someone
else?
    Well, it was just role play. Nothing wrong
with role play.
    "You are so beautiful, Señorita," he said,
getting into it now himself, his voice turning into a cod-Spanish
accent.
    Caitlyn beamed at what he was doing, keeping
her eyes firmly shut as he continued to pump into her behind,
saying: "Oh Marco, I love your cock, it's so big and hard..."
    "Bella Señorita," he said, slow and husky,
trying to become some imagined Casanova without the benefit of any
kind of education in Spanish. It appeared to have good effect on
Caitlyn nevertheless.
    She writhed under him as he leaned forward
again, supporting his weight on his hands spread beside her elbows
on the mattress as he continued plunging into her. He lightly
kissed her shoulder, her cheek, her ear, before whispering in a
movie-Spanish accent: "Your fiancé is a berry lucky man, Bella
Señorita."
    He could see her hands clenching and
unclenching on the iron bars in time to his pounding and her
breathy moans. She was too far gone for witty come-backs now,
moaning only: "Oh Marco..."
    Dominating her in a manner he usually did not
when they were making love, he pressed down on her back now, his
hand holding her in between her shoulder blades as he pounded into
her, shoving her into the bedclothes as his own thighs made
slapping noises against her beautifully round buttocks as he
collided with her again and again.
    "Fuck me, Marco, fuck me!" she was yelling,
half into the sheets, and then he was coming inside her again, and
she was coming underneath him, forcefully as a powerful wave of
energy washed over her.
    At the end, he had barely enough energy left
to avoid falling on her as his limbs gave way, collapsing beside
her.
    She was kissing him, saying softly, "Oh, that
was insane."
    But he felt so drained, he could only purr
contentedly, kissing her lightly in return.
    Sleep was not far away.
     
     
     

Chapter Three
     
     
    Leo was surprised to wake and find the clock
on his iPhone reading 11am - he didn't remember sleeping in so late
since college days.
    The room was bright, the sun streaming in
through the large windows