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“How many girls have you fucked in view of the Colosseum?”

“Are you interrogating me, Feisty?”

“Well,” she said softly, “youdidhave condoms ready to go. Who knows how many you used before the lockdown?”

“Only you,” I replied. “That’s who I’ve fucked in view of the Colosseum.” After a short pause I added, “So far.”

I grunted as she poked me in the ribs.

We cuddled a little longer, and then Molly stretched her legs across my body. She frowned and said, “It’s been a few minutes.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re already hard again.”

“Hardagain?”I chuckled. “Molly, I never went soft. Since I walked into your room I haven’t dropped belowdiamondon the hardness scale.”

She let out a little giggle, vibrating her tits against my chest. “I’m kind of impressed.”

I walked my fingers down her back until I felt her smooth ass. I gave it a squeeze and said, “With you in my arms, I’ll always be hard enough to pound nails.”

“Is that my new nickname?” she asked with a giggle. “Nails?”

Goddamn this girl was cute. Sexy as hell, sure, but fuckingadorabletoo. I couldn’t help but smile at her.

“I still prefer Feisty,” I said, “but that doesn’t mean I can’t still give you a good hammering.”

She yelped as I kissed her neck, then took a hold of her breast in my hand. I rubbed my thumb over her hard little nipple, then bent down to give it a lick. She responded with a shiver and a sigh, so I gently wrapped my mouth around it and nibbled on it with my lips.

Molly responded the way I hoped she would: she arched her back and moaned. “Ohh, that feelsgood.”

“You taste even better,” I insisted.

As I enveloped her nipple with my mouth, I reached over the side of the bed to my jeans. After some fumbling around I found the pocket I needed, and the contents within.

Molly leaned forward and said, “You broughttwocondoms over here?”

“You said it yourself: I came prepared.”

I rolled it on and sank into her again. She was still soaked with desire and made a soft noise deep in her throat as I began fucking her. She practically sang every time I filled her to the base, bottoming out inside of her and then pushing even deeper, like I was desperate to give her more than I had.

She spread her legs wide for me, and I obliged by fucking her harder. I planted my arms and practically did push-ups on her pussy. Normally there was some loss of sensitivity when a guy went for round two so quickly—or roundthree,if you counted the Colosseum blowjob—but Molly felt every bit as good as she had the first time. Maybe even better.

I squeezed her in my arms and kissed her fiercely, and she responded by pushing up into my kiss. Her lips were heady and addictive, more than I expected in all the times I had imagined kissing her, a powerful sensation as she tried to devour me with her tongue. My body was on fire as I surged against her, groaning with barely-formed words.

I’m glad I’m stuck in Rome, I thought as we lost ourselves in the mindless drive of our bodies.

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Molly

The Day We Danced Again

Maybe being stuck in Rome isn’t so bad, I thought as we cuddled again, Donovan on his back and me resting on his broad chest. We had kicked the sheets aside because our bodies were on fire and damp with sweat. I felt my body rise and fall every time he breathed. For a long time, I counted his breaths and filled my nostrils with his wonderful, masculine scent.

“So,” Donovan said after awhile. “Want me to put on a mask?”

My laughter filled the room. “We’rewaybeyond that, now.”

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