CHAPTER 139

"She's done," Patrick said, amused. "Let's go wash up." He directed the statement to April. It was clear Patrick wasn't finished with his fun for the evening.

I walked to Kat. She had her eyes closed, trying to catch her breath.

"I need Champagne," she said to me hazily. I passed her my glass. She took a long swig. "I think you see what I meant about Patrick."

I nodded. My head was spinning. I didn't overload easily, but this had done it.

"Do you want to shower up?" I asked.

"No," Kat said. "I want to just enjoy this for a bit."

We heard Patrick swat April's ass hard in the shower, giving off a wet, cacophonous "thwack!" They were kissing. Kat suggested we go downstairs.

I followed her and couldn't believe how starkly the handprints stood out on her ass cheeks. There was a sheen of sweat on her. The insides of her thighs glistened. Thick, milky cum leaked down her legs. She looked like the definition of "used."

We sat on the couch in the parlor, and she put her head in my lap. I strok