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“Don’t tell me what to do,” she whines but then I watch goosebumps dance across her arms and she smacks the wall when I shove two fingers inside her and feel her walls crash down on them.
“Atta girl,” I tell her as she gasps for breath. I grip her hips and line myself up. I’m going to take her next orgasm from her hard and fast. My body is thrumming with tension and with an inhale I press myself into her.
I watch my cock disappear under her ass and my eyes roll back into my head as she flutters around me. My entire reason for existence is to fuck this woman.
“This pussy is perfect, Maggie,” and she whimpers in response as I pump into her at a furious pace. The room around me fades at the edges of my vision and I feel my glasses start to slide down my nose but I will not let go of her to fix them.
“Harder, Austin,” she begs and I spank her ass cheek before I reach forward and cup her pussy.
“You in a hurry for this to be over, Maggie?”
“No but I need more,” she whimpers.
“Flick your clit,” I command before I bring my hands to her breasts. Her pert nipples grate against my palms before I clamp down and pinch them. She shrieks and I twist. I lean back just enough to see her pussy consume my cock and I feel my balls tighten.
I can feel her fingers flying across her folds and her third orgasm is close. This incredibly smart, willfully strong, and excruciatingly beautiful woman is panting before me.
With a final pinch of her nipples her knees buckle. I wrap an arm around her waist as she pulls her hand away from her clit to press into the wall again. I pump into her twice more and release myself into her fluttering center.
Shockwaves course through my veins and Maggie’s body vibrates in my hands. She gasps for air as I breathe heavily into the crook of her neck while our bodies come down from the intense high.
I pull my deflating cock out of her slowly and remove the condom. I tie it off and wash up in the bathroom. When I come out, Maggie has slipped her sweatshirt on again and is leaning against her bed.
“And to think you almost walked away from that,” I grin as I step into my pants.
“I think that was our last time.”
I look up at her from where I was picking up my shirt.
“You think, or you know?” I ask.
“I know, Austin, I just can’t. This was good for what it was. Really good. Served its purpose. The election is in 10 days, Senator Quinn is flying all over and we’ll be in Kentucky for election night.”
“Makes sense MC, that’s fine, I’ve got a few things going on this week anyway.” I tell her, remembering my date with TalkShopGirl who I forgot about as soon as Maggie walked into the yoga studio.
“So, okay, well, then, bye?” Maggie says as she stands and follows me to the door.
“Consider this goodbye for now,” I say and I press one last kiss to her heart shaped lips before walking away.
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"Dude, Thorney, chill out. Why are you nervous?" Felix asks me as I pace around my apartment.
He's off tonight so he had the time to comeand hang out with me before my date with TalkShopGirl.
"Why am I nervous?" I ask him. "Why am I nervous?" I repeat again, louder this time. "Oh, I don't know, maybe because I'm meeting the woman I would give up the best sex of my life for and I don't even know her name!" The anxiety has ratcheted up steadily the last three days.
"Wait, who was the best sex of your life? You're not talking about your hand, right buddy, because, he's great I'm sure, but there is better out there."
"No I'm not talking about," and before I continue I stop myself because I can't share the details of Maggie with him. I can't tell anyone. I can't talk about how amazing it was to watch her melt into relaxation with puppy yoga. How S'mores is training to be a therapy dog so he definitely sensed some tension and stress coming from Maggie.
Now that I'm thinking about her, I'm wondering how it went when she got the data from the debate. How her team responded. How it's going for her out on the road right now. The senator is visiting 40 states over the next week including one or two on election day itself. I smirk to myself trying to imagine Maggie traveling that much, she must hate it.
"That girl," Felix says.
"What girl?"
"The one you're thinking about that put that love sick smirk on your face. She's the best sex of your life."
