Page 59 of Another Last Call
I let go of her hand and stepped back. She almost fell, the sudden shift startling her, but I turned and walked across her apartment to the nightstand. A brand-new box of condoms sat in the top drawer, just like she’d said, and I grabbed one and turned back.
Maggie was leaning against the wall, and she had shoved her hand between her legs. She was fingering herself furiously, hand moving hard and fast as she worked desperately back towards an orgasm.
“Oh no, you fucking don’t,” I said.
I was back in front of her in an instant, wrenching her hand away from her pussy as she protested. As she struggled beneath me, I slammed her against the wall again, holding her in place. My cock throbbed between us, digging into her hip as I regained control of her.
“I’m in charge,” I hissed once I had trapped her against the wall again. “Understand me? I will fucking tell you when you come.”
She glared at me, cheeks flushed and lips swollen.
I cupped her chin roughly. “Understand?”
“Yes,” she sneered.
“Lose the attitude.”
“Or what?” she taunted.
Without responding, I pushed her towards the couch behind us and bent her over the armrest. Maggie let out a soft puff of air as she fell against the couch, propping herself up with her hands as she tried to turn to look at me. I pushed on her back, forcing her down until her face was pressed against the cushions, her round ass up in the air.
I made sure she heard me unbuckling my belt. The buckle clanked against the floor as I dropped my jeans and boxers. As I put the condom on, I stood directly behind her. Her ass was amazing, firm from spending so much time walking around the bar, a perfectly shaped heart at the right level for me to pound her hard. Her pussy peeked out from between her legs, and the juices had dripped down her legs by then, glazing her inner thighs.
My cock was harder than it had ever been in my life. I wasted no time: as soon as the condom was on, I grabbed Maggie’s hip with one hand, positioned my cock at her entrance with the other, and plunged inside her with one hard thrust. She shrieked and I grabbed her other hip, then began fucking her harder than I ever had before.
I pulled her hips toward me, her ass slapping against my pelvis as I impaled her again and again. I fucked her as hard as I could, her body shifting beneath me with the force. Maggie grasped at the cushions on the couch, struggling and failing to prop herself up as I did my best to destroy her pussy.
Her walls were slick and hot, enveloping my cock as I tunnelled inside her. I was as deep as I could get, my balls pressing against her each time I thrust. Maggie moaned as she tried to brace herself so her face wasn’t buried in the cushions, but failed.
Most of the time, I liked to think I was the kind of guy who was empathetic and kind and understanding. But at that moment, I was vindictive. I relished watching her struggle beneath me as I used her body selfishly. Finally taking pity on her, I slowed my thrusts and slid my hands to the front of her hips, helping lift her just enough to get her hands steadied on the cushions.
The change in angle meant I couldn’t get quite as deep, but it didn’t matter. I resumed my pace, grunting as I pumped my cock inside her. Maggie’s ass jiggled each time I drove into her pussy, and I was mesmerized watching it.
“Is that all you got?” she taunted, her voice breathy. “Come on, Caleb. Fuck me like you mean it.”
I knew she was just trying to get at me, but it worked. I grunted as I dug my fingers into her hips, fucking her as hard as I could.
“Come on. Fuck me harder.”
I responded by slapping her jiggling ass. She shrieked and jolted forward.
“Asshole!” she shrieked. “Do it again.”
I spanked her again and she squealed. The sound of the slaps was amazing, loud cracks that were like music to my ears. Again I spanked her, and again she squealed. Her skin started to redden under my palm, and I slapped the same spot again, and again, and so many times that I lost count.
Maggie moaned with each one, pushing her ass back against me hard.
“Pull my hair,” she demanded. “Grab it, Caleb.”
I might have been the one doing the fucking, but she was in control. I obeyed immediately, wrapping her thick locks in my fist and yanking her head back as she cried out. Her back curved, and there was very little I wouldn’t have given to see her tits thrust out on the other side. I was gasping, both from the amazing view in front of me and for breath, sweat dripping down my face as I tried to continue pounding her. It wasn’t going to be long before I had to slow down or stop.
Luck was on my side, though. As I pulled Maggie’s hair, she started panting.
“Gonna come,” she gasped, forgetting that I was the one in charge of when she could.
I pulled my cock out of her and she nearly lost her balance as she slammed her ass against my stomach.
“Not yet,” I said.
