Page 21 of Another Last Call
I couldn’t help but stare at her exposed breast. It was just so… perfect. I don’t know how Maggie ended up with tits like that, so beautifully shaped, her skin creamy and smooth and inviting, but she had. My cock twitched, part of me wanting nothing more than to lean down and take that pink nipple in my mouth.
I didn’t, of course. She wasn’t awake and I wouldn’t pretend I knew her well enough to assume that was okay. My cock didn’t seem to like that reasoning, though, and as much as I tried to stop it, I started hardening against her leg as I watched her chest move up and down in soft breaths.
Tearing my eyes away from her gorgeous body proved difficult, and I had just convinced myself to roll over when Maggie’s eyes fluttered open. She blinked a couple of times before turning her head towards me.
“Morning,” she yawned.
The blanket shifted as she stretched, sadly covering her exposed nipple.
“Morning,” I said back.
There was no way of hiding the erection pressed to Maggie’s leg, especially as she stretched her body alongside me. When she finished, she rolled on to her side, facing the other direction.
“Top drawer of the nightstand,” she said sleepily.
“What about it?” I asked.
“Condoms. They’re in the top drawer of the nightstand.”
Grinning, I rolled over. It took a bit to hunt through the drawer, but I found a single condom hanging out beneath a vibrator. That made me grin even more as a picture of Maggie using it conjured itself in my mind. I bit back a comment about that, since maybe if I played my cards right, she’d let me watch her play with it one day, and instead just withdrew the condom and closed the drawer. Once I suited up, I rolled back towards Maggie.
She bent her legs, pushing her beautiful ass towards me. I sidled up behind her, guiding her hips closer until the tip of my cock was nestled between her legs, eagerly searching for the entrance to her pussy. She was already wet, heat radiating from the tight hole between her legs.
“How are you ready for me already?” I whispered, wrapping an arm around her body to grasp her breast.
Maggie wiggled her ass, making me groan as my cock slid along her slit.
“You just seem to have that effect on me.” Her voice was still dreamy, as though she was not fully awake. “Now, fuck me, would you?”
I buried my face against her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair as I reached down to guide my cock inside her. I entered her slowly, relishing the feel of her pussy gripping every inch of me. Soft noises came from Maggie’s mouth until my balls were pressed against her, my cock buried as deep in her as I could go.
It was one of the best things I’d ever experienced. Maggie’s pussy was so tight, so wet, and so perfect. Her ass, thick and firm, was settled against me, and her body fit against mine like a perfect puzzle piece. I held her breast in my hand as I groaned against her neck, my other hand pressed against her back.
“You feel so good,” I said. “Fuck, Mags. You’re fucking perfect.”
I don’t know if she responded. As much as I wanted to stay in that moment forever, with my cock buried inside her and her body pressed against mine, I couldn’t hold myself back.
She moaned as I began to fuck her. As much as I wanted to continue holding her breast, I wanted to feel Maggie come on my cock, and there was no way I was finishing before her this time. I squeezed her breast one last time, then brought my hand between her legs.
“Yes,” she breathed as my fingers found their mark.
I rubbed her clit slowly, intensely, trying to match the pace of my thrusts. She reached up and swept her hair away from her neck, and I kissed along her shoulder and back as I burrowed inside her. My lips traced the tattoo on her shoulder as her breathing came faster and faster. I nipped at the skin on her neck, and seconds later, Maggie’s pussy was even tighter around my cock. She cried out, her hips trying to buck against me as she came. I held her in place, my fingers still making circles around her swollen clit as I kept fucking her.
She came once more in that position, another orgasm that shook her legs and made her tremble around me as I maintained a slow, intense speed. Once that one finished, though, I couldn’t hold myself back.
“I need more,” I murmured.
“Take it, then,” she whispered, and I groaned against her shoulder.
Forcing myself to pull out for just a moment, I pushed Maggie on to her stomach. She slid her elbows beneath her, holding herself up as I mounted her and tunnelled back into her tight, dripping pussy hard and fast and deep.
“Fuck!” she cried out, as if I was forcing the word out of her lungs as I plunged inside her.
“Are you—”
“Yes, I’m okay, just fucking keepfuckingme, Caleb.”
I grinned, then wrapped my arms underneath her body. Taking a breast in each hand and squeezing, I did exactly as she asked and unleashed on her. I didn’t think this part would last long, especially as I listened to Maggie’s moans while I fucked her. Her ass shook as I pounded her, my own orgasm closer and closer as I plunged inside her again and again.
