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She shoved his pants down, because she knew what was going to come next, and she was desperate for it. He lined the tip of his cock with her entrance, and then he sunk inside her, going deeper and deeper. She cried out his name as the pleasure rushed through her body.

Marco pulled out, then slammed back inside. She gasped, and then he had no choice but to cover her mouth in an attempt to stop her from making any noise, as a couple of women entered. Chiara didn’t listen to them, and Marco worked his cock inside her, sliding all the way out, then slamming back inside. He had complete control over every part of her.

It felt so good. She didn’t want him to stop.

Finally, the women left, and he removed his hand, but he kissed her.

His cock felt so good inside her, and she didn’t want it to end. Marco reached down between them, and even as he thrust inside her, he worked his finger on her clit, and each time he thrust inside her, his hand would smash against her body, but she didn’t care. The pleasure was the only thing she was seeking. She felt hungry for more. Desperate.

And then, by some miracle, she found that aching release, and she came apart, screaming his name, not wanting it to stop. Marco found his release inside her, and she felt his cock as it spilled pulse after pulse of his cum within her.

Chapter Eleven

Marco didn’t anticipate how cold it was going to be when he took Chiara on a picnic. His car was finally released from the shop, after it needed a lot of work on the engine. Bundling all the dogs inside the back of the car, a picnic hamper in the trunk, and Chiara by his side, it was a lot to get right.

He knew a couple of the dogs could smell the food he’d packed away—slices of beef, ham, and chicken, along with an assortment of cheeses and pickles. It wasn’t exactly a large picnic, but it was one they could enjoy.

He found a little spot in a park, where Rosemary told him a lot of couples go to have fun. Only, this park looked completely abandoned when they arrived, and he had sneaking suspicion it was down to that dark cloud rumbling overhead.

Chiara didn’t complain. She wore her jacket, and they sat around the picnic. The dogs were clever. They came out, used the park for a toilet, to which they had to gather the mess and dump it in the approved trash can, and they got straight back into the car.

Poodles stuck it out a little longer, lying beside Chiara on the blanket, but after a time, even he decided to make his way back into the car. Marco had to let him back inside.

Everything had been going so well for the past couple of weeks, and now he had to ruin his winning streak by organizing a picnic that was freezing cold. A gust of wind rushed through them, and the few nibbles decided not to stay with them and ended up spraying across the whole park.

“Marco, I love that you tried to do this. I do think it is really sweet and thoughtful, but I hate to say this, we really need to find somewhere warm.”

“Agreed.”

He let Chiara rush back to the car, as he gathered up the blanket and closed the small picnic basket he purchased, which was now a complete fucking waste of time. Dumping it in the trunk, he climbed behind the wheel and took them back to the trailer.

“Come on,” Chiara said. “Bring the dogs. I’ll make us something.”

They rushed into her trailer, and she already had the heat on.

The dogs snuggled up across her sofa and on the floor. Chiara laughed at them. “Make yourself at home,” she said.

“I’ve got some chicken and cheese. I’ll whip us something up. Do you still like spicy food?”

“Yeah, I can eat spicy.”

He took a seat and each dog came toward him, wanting a snuggle. He stroked the top of their heads, giving them a little bit of a fuss, and each one would wag their tail, and then go on their merry way, to settle in Chiara’s small trailer. Even though it was small, Chiara made it her own, and it was comfortable. Roomy.

She turned on the extractor fan as she got to grilling the chicken. Everything smelled so good, and his mouth watered. She chopped up lettuce, and Marco marveled at her skill. Ever since he banished her, she learned to take care of herself, and she didn’t need any help from anyone. She was the one in charge. No one else. Chiara truly knew how to shine.

After a good thirty minutes, she presented him a grilled chicken and cheese, salad rolls. There were two of them, and she even put a small packet of chips on the side.

“It’s not much,” she said.

But it was hot, and he picked up the sandwich, which was on a substantial-sized roll. He took a bite and let out a moan. “It might not be much, but it is delicious.”

She smiled. “I’m glad it meets your approval.”

“I had no idea it was going to get that cold,” he said.

“Didn’t you listen to the weather? It was one of the reasons Rosemary closed early. We’re in for a small storm for the next twenty-four to seventy-two hours. The severity of the storm might differ.”

“Shit,” Marco said. “Is this place safe?”