Chapter 237

Rather than go to a fancy dinner, Katie and I went back to the room and fucked for three hours in a flurry of cocaine and rough, needy, unbridled sex. She had hand prints on her ass, thumb marks around her throat, and hickies on her breasts. And she was begging for more when I told her that we should go play craps. She acceded to my wishes and wore an obscenely short, tight cocktail dress with nothing underneath. The luscious, underside curve of her ass was on display every time she threw the dice, leaning farther across the table than she needed to. And she threw the dice a lot. Even when it wasn’t our turn.

It was all good, raucous Vegas fun. Friday night rolled into Saturday morning, and we rolled along with another marathon fuck session. This time, we wound up on our balcony, my cock deep in her ass, and Katie’s screams serenading two passing foursomes on the golf course barely a hundred yards from us. The leering old men didn’t seem to mind in the least.

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