Chapter 22

She came again, and I abated the pace of my thrusts so they were long and slow. Her pussy was still plenty wet.

"That's eight," I said, updating her daily orgasm tally.

"Give me nine, daddy," she said.

I pulled out of her and positioned one of the dining chairs near the window overlooking the Strip.

"Bend over the back," I instructed.

Kat complied, and I reentered her doggy style, the unfolding energy of the Strip below serving as our rhythm as we copulated again. I worked my thumb into her asshole, which squeezed it pleasantly. I marveled at Kat's ability to stay wet through all the cocaine and fucking. It was pleasant, but I thought I'd ratchet up the pressure on our fun.

"Imagine if your boyfriend could see you right now," I said, digging my thumb a bit deeper into her ass.

"Oh god," she groaned.

"I bet you wouldn't even stop if he walked through that door,&q