Page 60 of Another Last Call
“No!” she wailed. “Caleb,no, please, not again!”
I caressed the red skin on her ass where I’d been spanking her as I fucked her. “Not yet, Mags. Trust me.”
“You fucking suck!” She pitched forward, nearly sobbing into the couch.
I tried to catch my breath discreetly while also stopping myself from plunging back inside of her.
“Trust me,” I repeated.
I wanted Maggie to have the orgasm of a lifetime. I wanted her to be so close to the edge that a slight breeze against her clit would send her into fits of passion. And I knew the longer I made her wait for it, the better it would be.
Once I caught my breath, I pulled her ass towards me. She didn’t fight it, just let me guide her back towards my cock. I thrust inside her again, slower this time, withdrawing almost completely from her before plunging back in. She was quiet at first, almost hesitant to enjoy it, but soon enough she couldn’t help it. She pushed back against me, moaning softly as I held her hips.
I decided quickly that it was time for Maggie to come. I was close, and I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I had denied her all that time, only to finish before her. Slowly, I moved one hand around Maggie’s body.
My hand was almost on her mound before she seemed to realize what I was doing.
“Not again,” she whimpered. “I can’t take it again.”
“I think you could,” I said, despite having no intention of making her do so.
“Please,” she choked. “Caleb.”
“What are you begging for?” I asked, amused.
She made a disgusted, frustrated noise. “I’m not begging, asshole.”
“You sure about that?”
“You said you’d never make me beg.”
“And yet here you are… begging.”
“Fuck you,” she grumbled.
I hovered my fingers teasingly over her clit, not quite touching her, not quite ready to let her have what she wanted. Leaning forward, I pressed a kiss to the back of her neck.
“What are you begging for, Mags?” I breathed in her ear. “Are you begging me to stop? To pull my cock out of you, push you away, jerk myself off while you watch so after all this, you don’t even have the satisfaction of knowing you made me come?”
“N-No,” she said.
“No? So you want me to keep going? You’re begging me to finger this swollen fucking clit so you can finally come all over some asshole who pisses you off, pushes you down, spanks your sorry ass and pulls your hair and uses your little pussy however he wants it?”
She whimpered and I shoved my cock inside her as deep as I could, hard and sharp and fast, making her cry out.
“Is that what you want, Maggie? You want to come on my cock?”
“Yes,” she said, spitting the word out disdainfully. “I want to come.”
“Then beg for it.”
A high-pitched whine left her throat, an animalistic sound that burned itself into my mind. Then it morphed into something between a groan and a shriek, a painful noise as she let out her frustrations.
“Please, Caleb,” she choked. “Please let me come. I’m… I’m…”
“Begging?”
“I’m fucking begging you, you fucking asshole,” she sobbed. “Please let me fuckingcome. Please. Please, Caleb.” Another choked sob. “Fuck, just…please.”
