“Yes…” she rasped. “Oh fuck…”
I picked up pace, and circled her clit with my tongue, and the girl was delirious, all limbs and gasping breath, her leg resting over my shoulder, her heel digging into my back.
She came like a banshee, and it was beautiful. She came loudenough that she drowned out Rick on the loudspeaker, and the world was only Katie and her gorgeous wet slit in my face.
And then I fucked her. I flipped her onto her front and I fucked her before she’d even caught her breath.
She grunted and groaned as I slammed my way inside, and I was grunting, too, and my phone was dancing around the IN tray.
“Fuck me,” she hissed, gripping on to the edge of the desk. “Fuck me hard, Carl. I want it fucking hard.”
“My fucking pleasure.”
I took her hair and twisted it in a braid, then wrapped it around my hand and pulled, enough to tip her head back.
“Tell Rick how it feels.”
She let out a little whimper.
“Tell Rick how it feels,” I repeated, and licked up her face, angled my breath to her ear.
“It feels… deep…” she said. “Oh, fuck, it feels… hard, so hard… it aches… it aches so fucking good…”
“Fuck her.” Rick’s voice was raspy.
My flesh slapped against Katie’s, her body shunting into the desk with every thrust.
“Fuck her, Carl. Fuck that sweet little cunt.”
I changed angle and she cried out, but she was wriggling, bucking her hips right back at me.
“I’m about to shoot my fucking load,” I growled, and she moaned for me.
“Fuck her, Carl,” Rick repeated, and I could hear the edge in his voice, his own ragged breath.
“Shit…” I growled. “Oh, fuck…”
I came hard, pulling Katie’s hair tighter than I should have, but she didn’t care, didn’t even let out a squeak.
I slammed balls deep and pumped my load right the way inside her, as she tightened and bucked and milked me fucking dry.
I rested my forehead on her shoulder, and she leaned back at me, kissed my temple.
“You still there?” Rick asked, “I just jizzed all over my desk.” He laughed. “Fuck, guys, that was fucking something.” He paused. “Told you that was a good idea, Carl.”
“Arrogance isn’t becoming, Rick. Nobody likes a smart arse.”
I pulled out of Katie and she moaned, giggled.
“You’d better be ready for round two,” I said. “We’re on our way home.”
“Just hurry the fuck up,” Rick said.
I used to think dreams were constant and unchanging, that they’d last a lifetime. Maybe some dreams do. Maybe others ebb and flow, dull and fade to be replaced by others. Maybe some dreams return from the ashes.
The dream of a father who loves you, for instance.
I took a breath, cherishing the moment, head collar in hand as I made my way across wood-chippings to fetch my furry boy. Our big day. The day we’d been training for. The day I’d been waiting for.