Chapter 22

"Why don’t you put another load in me before the hot water runs out," she said.

"It’s an instant in-line water heater," I observed.

"Oh, well," she said airily, "then take your time. But give me that fucking load, John."

I cracked a hand over Juliet’s firm ass, the water making it sting more than usual, and she gave a cute yelp. My cock hardened and slipped effortlessly between her freshly waxed lips. Juliet has eschewed the laser hair removal so many girls opted for these days. She wanted the option of growing a landing strip, she said. I assumed I knew better. My guess was that Stephen had told her to hold that option open. It was a power play with his fingerprints all over it.

"Wednesday lunch may be my favorite part of the week," I said as my cock bottomed out in her for our third round that afternoon.

"It’s more like dessert," she said, then steered the conversation back to the party. &quo