Marcie and Leo

(Spoiler alert: If you haven't read Chapter 150, you might not get this as easily.)

It was another warm day. I sat on the couch wearing a tank top and a pair of athletic shorts while trying to answer emails. I want to emphasize the point of trying to answer. So, why was it difficult for me to answer the emails. I can answer this with one word.

Marcie.

She was wearing a tank top. She was also wearing a pair of her lacey panties as well, showing off her tan.

Wait, this feels like déjà vu. (Looks at Ch. 150.)

Yeah, this does feel familiar.

She was walking back and forth between rooms as I was struggling to answer emails. Before, it was numbers. I smiled at the difficulty because Marcie is gorgeous. Her hair was up so it wasn't hanging on her neck. The little beads of sweat seemed like it was making her tan pop more. I felt like the luckiest man alive.

Then she walks over to me. As she neared me, I placed the laptop on the coffee table and held out my arms as she straddled my waist. I take back my earlier statement. That was when I felt like the luckiest man alive.

"How did you know I wanted your lap, Master?" she asked.

"Call it a hunch?"

"It does feel like déjà vu, doesn't it?" she asked me.

"It does. You sat on my lap; we start a meaningful conversation. You play peek a boo a little before we start making out."

"What makes you think I want to play peek a boo?" she asked me.

It was at that moment the girls attracted my attention.

"It's not difficult in that tank top," I answered before I kissed her on the forehead.

"It does feel like we've been here before," she responded, feeling my arms surrounding her.

"Are your sisters coming over?" I asked.

"Not that I know of. They surprised me as much as they surprised you."

"What about the neighbors?"

They should be at the beach today," she answered as she felt my kisses pepper her neck. "Fuck, Leo. You know that's a weak spot on me."

I bit a little. I was smiling thinking about her response.

"I want to ask you a question," I asked.

I heard her moan as my hands grazed her back.

"Let's pretend that this didn't happen before. That your sisters are not going to show up and the neighbors aren't either. When we were in this position, what would you have done?"

She looked me in the face for a few moments before she climbed off. I watched as she turned the rod attached to the blinds to close them before she ensured the door was locked. She then climbed back onto my lap.

"You are thinking something?" I asked.

"Shut up and kiss me, Leo," she said as she pulled the bottom of the tank top over her head and threw it on the couch.

Before I could lean in, she pulled the bottom of mine and removed it as well, so her breasts pressed against mine. We started making out deeply, my hands sliding down to cup her ass while her arms wrapped around my neck. It was a hot make out session with love bites and wet kisses between the both of us. I bit her nipple and heard the sharp intake of breath. She started to rub against my shorts with her panties before she bent down and bit mine.

"Someone likes that," she whispered in a playful manner.

I squeezed her butt. She then climbed off my lap long enough to remove her panties before presenting her ass to get spanked.

"Hand or paddle?" I asked.

"Hand please, Master," was her response.

The spanks were slow and deliberate. I took my time to color her tanned cheeks rosy. It was initially difficult to concentrate because she was squirming so much. By the time her butt was the proper amount of pink, my cock was standing tall in my shorts. I started to rub her pussy with three fingers and marveled how much she was turned on.

"You feel ready, Master," she whispered.

She slid off my lap and took me by the hand. She then guided me to the bedroom. As we neared the bed, she turned towards me and slipped off my shorts.

"Did you wear underwear when my sisters visited?" she asked.

I shook my head.

"You mean my sisters almost saw your cock?"

"Well, Monica kind of saw it at her house that one morning."

"That's right," Marcie said. "We had to ensure your robe was handy after that."

She fell on the bed and reached up to guide me on top of her. I slid inside her effortlessly. I started taking my bride. As I was thrusting in, I felt her fingers dancing on my back. It was hot.

We ended with me sitting against the headboard holding her hips while she rode me. I love the feeling that even though I was inside her, she was fucking me. Hearing her whispers as we both edged was driving me crazy. I felt myself let go inside her as my eyes closed. When I opened my eyes, I saw her eyes staring back at me. We kissed tenderly as we held each other.

"Was this on your mind if your sisters wouldn't have visited?" I asked foolishly.

She smiled.

"Perhaps, but maybe I had more in mind. Maybe one day you'll see the rest of what was in my mind."

I smiled back.

"You are a sneaky one, Amor," I said.

"And you love every moment of it, Romeo."