Page 58 of Another Last Call
With her unable to grab at me, I brought my head to her chest, licking and tasting her skin selfishly. I took one of her nipples in my mouth and sucked hard before grazing it with my teeth, then sucked on it again. She whined beneath me, her hips shifting. Each one of her high-pitched cries as I tortured her breasts made my cock throb, and finally, I couldn’t handle the pain of it pressing against my jeans.
I released one of her hands so I could adjust myself. As I moved my cock, Maggie put her hand on my head, weaving her fingers through my hair and pushing me even harder against her chest. The breast that didn’t have my mouth attached to it pressed against the side of my face, hot and firm against my skin. I circled her nipple with my tongue, teasing and nipping at it until she was panting.
The sounds urged me on and I released her other wrist. I took a moment to squeeze her tits hard again, then continued to suck her nipples as I unbuttoned her jeans. I pushed them down as I fell to my knees in front of her.
I could see the wetness of Maggie’s pussy through her panties. The damp fabric clung to the curves of her mound, molding to the slick lips beneath it. She was always so wet and I had never gotten to bury my face there. Should thisactuallybe the last time we fucked, I wanted to make sure I got to taste her.
Her jeans were scrunched at her ankles and I wasted no time getting her panties to join them. I guided one leg out of them, then forced her legs apart so I could see her shimmering folds.
“Stop wasting time and lick my goddamn pussy,” she demanded.
I glared up at her. “What did I say about telling me what to do?”
“Fuck off, Caleb. Make me come.”
I shoved her hips against the wall again, holding her in place. “I’ll do what I want.”
She was about to say some other snarky thing, but whatever it was turned into a guttural moan as I pressed my face against her and finally tasted her sweet juices. Her pussy was completely drenched with hot arousal. I licked her inner lips, the tip of my tongue dipping into her entrance, before taking her swollen clit into my mouth and sucking it.
Maggie held nothing back. She pushed on my head wantonly, her hips struggling under my hands as I devoured her. I let her grind against my face, my nose pressed hard against her mound as I lapped at her hard little bud. The view from my position between her legs was amazing. As much as she pissed me off, Maggie was still the most gorgeous girl I’d ever seen. Her bra hung awkwardly around her ribs, her tits thrust up in the air as she leaned against the wall, clutching my head to her core like a life raft.
I ate her vigorously, her wetness coating the scruff on my chin and cheeks as I inhaled her scent with every breath. I made sure she felt every move I made, deliberate and urgent, demanding she surrender herself to me.
One of the most wonderful things about Maggie was how obvious it was when she was close to coming. Her breathing would get faster, those perfect tits heaving as she took in short, gasping breaths. Her hands pressed harder on my head, her eyes fluttered closed, and her neck tilted just a bit further back.
When I was sure she was almost at the point of no return, I pulled my mouth away from her.
“No!” she gasped, grabbing at my head. “Caleb, I’m close—”
“Not yet,” I said, standing up.
“But—you…”
“I told you not to fucking tell me what to do.”
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IwassorrythatI didn’t get to feel Maggie gush against my mouth as she came, but it was worth it to see the realization of what I was doing dawn on her.
“Oh, you fucker!” she screeched. “Youfucking—”
She tried to push her hands between us, but I caught them and pinned them against the wall again. I pressed my sopping face to hers, kissing her as she continued to lament her lack of orgasm. She bit at my lips, twisting beneath me. I used my weight to hold her against the wall and let go of her wrist, grabbing at her face to still her. She finally kissed me back, but beat her hand against my shoulder lightly. Slowly, the twisting and wriggling stopped, anger turning to pleading as she kissed me back eagerly.
“Please let me come,” she mumbled against my lips.
“Begging already? I’ve barely started, Mags.”
“I want you.”
“Can’t always get what you want, you know.”
She let out another frustrated groan and I felt her nails digging into my shoulder. “Fuck you.”
“Planning on it. You got condoms?”
“A new box,” she said, her voice shaking. “In the nightstand.”
