Page 73 of The Other Side

The loss of my touch is greater than I anticipated.

Fuck me.

I gently pull her upper arm, and she’s in a standing position before I’m swiveling her around. “Give me somewhere to unload,” I rasp.

Her hands shoot to the hem of her dress. She bunches the satin fabric around her waist, until her tight ass is exposed to me once again.

“Fuck,” I curse, kneading her cheek. She bends over the edge of the desk, stabilizing herself on one palm when I fist my cock ruthlessly.

Her breath tears from her lungs in an uneven rhythm. Her chestnut tresses are tousled wildly, and it’s all I can stand before the pressure hits a boiling point.

I plant my palm beside hers on the desk, my body buckling as I blow onto her ass cheek. Ropes of hot cum slap her flesh through the divine release I’ve waited too fucking long for.

But it still isn’t enough.

My nose nuzzles in the wavy locks at the back of her head. I absorb the final shocks, and the pads of her fingers land on the top of my head.

She flicks my snapback off, running her fingers through my short-clipped hair. I surf a palm to her crotch, my fingers sliding the drenched lace to the side.

I gather her arousal through her pussy lips, only to swipe my cum off her ass cheek right after.

“Open and suck,” I say, hovering my coated digits against her full lips.

She obliges, sucking the tips of my fingers on a broken whimper.

“You remember this? What’s that taste like? Huh?”

“Heaven,” she breathes. “Us.”

I softly curl my hand around her throat, her chin tipping up when my lips graze her cheek. “I was starting to think your memory was slacking these days.” My teeth nip her earlobe, my lips coasting along the side of her neck. “You’re bad, Cal. Letting me paint you with my cum before sending you back to him. I hardly know that innocent girl who never touched herself once in that trailer park.”

Her fingers skate down the length of her stomach. Her hand lands on her needy cunt, and I lower my arm to secure her quivering belly.

“What’re you thinking about?” My lips are connected to her hot jawline, but my gaze targets the way she rubs her pussy.

“Sunflowers.”

“What else?” I rasp.

“Mmm …” Her lips fold as she suppresses a cry, her head falling back on my shoulder. “Christmas.”

I palm the underside of her thigh, lifting her leg to spread her out. She’s standing on one foot, her trust transferred to me as her knees threaten to buckle.

“I’ll hang those lights year-round in our home,” I promise her. “Eat your pretty pussy out under them just like I shamefully wanted to that night. God, I wanted to so fucking bad, Callie. That’s how perfect you were to me. Every single part of you. You were never ruined.”

Her brows pinch, upper lip twitching as her fingers massage herself faster and faster. “The station wagon.”

“You can ride my cock in the backseat of my Tacoma. I’ll stitch us to the damn seat.”

“Oh god. Oh fuck,” she breathes.

Her hand accelerates as she polishes her cunt off. I snuggle her tighter as she tenses, and then she convulses in my arms.

I worship the way her lips part and eyes seal shut. Her orgasm tears through her, limbs trembling ruthlessly before she’s nothing but a sticky puddle against me.

I gently return her foot to the floor, reaching to the corner of my desk. I pluck a few tissues from the cardboard cube, and then I’m wiping myself off her ass cheek.

Her fingers swipe her hair from her face, adjusting the hem of her dress after. When I tug my pants and boxer briefs over my waist again, I maneuver the computer chair closer to sit down.