Love, Utley (Love Letters #1)

Hannah’s ass lifts beneath me, and she lets out a groan, telling me her fingers are where she needs them.

I lower my hips, one glorious inch at a time.

Hannah’s pussy swallows me up. Squeezing and clenching.

Once I’m buried all the way, I drop my chest onto her back.

My knees are on the mattress on either side of her hips, but I’m still putting a lot of my weight on her. “You okay, Bunny?”

She nods again, making some noises of agreement.

I lift my hips, then push my dick back in.

“Keep rubbing that clit for me,” I tell her as I try to keep my motions steady. “My greedy girl, waking me up with this hot little pussy.”

She moans.

Pushing all the way in, I roll my hips this time.

Hannah arches.

“I knew you were perfect.” Her pussy is wrapped around my dick like a vise. “Waking up horny for my cock. Getting wetter by the fucking second.”

She clenches, hard, and I know she’s doing it on purpose.

I smile against her hair.

“You trying to make me come, Bunny?” My breath is getting choppier, and the tightness builds in my balls. “Show me how good you are.” I slam my hips against her ass. “Come for me now, Little Utley.”

She tips over the edge. And I feel every contraction as her pussy pulses around my dick.

“Maddox.”

Hearing her cry my name as she writhes below me is the last straw.

I thrust in one last time and unload deep inside her.

SEVENTY-FOUR

HANNAH

Maddox offered me the use of his shower, and even though I need to head home soon, I couldn’t resist.

I know I’ll never get a rain head shower in my bathroom at home, but after experiencing Maddox’s freaking spa-level bathroom, I’m tempted to tape a hose to my ceiling. That felt like I was a damn fairy showering in the forest.

But alas, I’ll just have to settle for showering every time I come over. What a hardship.

Considering I barely wore the outfit I came over in, I’ve changed back into my shorts and tank top and twisted my damp hair up into a bun.

It’s not my best look, but Maddox has made me feel nothing but confident around him, so I don’t stress about makeup.

I follow the scent of coffee down to the kitchen and find Maddox at the stove in a different pair of sweats and another T-shirt that clings to his muscles.

He looks up at my entrance. “Have a nice shower?”

I let my shoulders slump and my chin tip up. “Ohmygod, it was amazing.”

Maddox smirks. “Glad to hear.”