Love, Utley (Love Letters #1)

Hannah comes so prettily, arching on my desk, and the sight, along with the way her pussy is milking my cock, sends me over the edge.

I slam in deep for my first pulse of release. Then I pull all the way out and watch the next rope splash across her swollen pussy.

Seeing her pink flesh coated in my cum makes my head light, and I sway as I push the tip back in, shallowly filling her with the rest of my seed.

NINETY-ONE

HANNAH

My core squeezes.

Having just the tip of Maddox inside me as I come is such a different sensation.

It’s intense. Open.

And I ride out the end of my orgasm, watching him tense, then hunch as he reaches the end of his orgasm.

His eyes blink like he’s trying to focus his vision. And I know the feeling.

Maddox steadies himself, then reaches to the side and picks up his discarded handkerchief.

Beyond being embarrassed, I keep my legs spread and let him clean up the mess he created.

When he’s done, he pulls my damp panties back into place and balls up the silk kerchief. With his free hand, he grips mine and helps me sit up.

We’re still breathing heavily, but I have to smile up at him. “We really can’t keep doing this, Mr. Lovelace. We’re gonna get caught.”

He gives me that grin I adore. “This is the price you pay for sleeping in your own bed all weekend.”

Maddox presses a quick kiss to my lips, then moves away.

I slip off the desk and straighten my dress, ignoring the feeling between my thighs.

Before coming in here, I took off the little shorts I always wear under this dress. So when I get back to my office, I’ll hide these panties in my garbage and put the shorts back on instead.

Maddox reappears in front of me with two bottles of water.

He holds one out. “There’s still time left in our meeting. Sit down and drink.”

I open the bottle. “So bossy.”

He smirks, opening his own. “Just trying to get that freshly fucked look off your face. But if you want to go out now…”

I lift the bottle and take a drink. “Having a reason doesn’t make you less bossy.”

Maddox chuckles and takes a big swallow.

Sighing, I drop back into the visitor’s chair. “I know my mom and Chelsea wouldn’t care if I spent the occasional night at your place. I just feel so guilty any time I leave them.”

It’s nothing but the truth, and it’s been on my mind since the one night I did sleep over.

Maddox turns the other visitor’s chair toward me and lowers himself into it. Then he hooks his foot around the leg of my chair, turning it until we’re facing each other.

“I don’t ever want to make you feel guilty, Hannah.” He leans in, placing his hand on my thigh. “And I promise I’ll never make you choose between me or them.” His mouth pulls into a soft smile.

“I know you wouldn’t, and that’s—” I stop.

That’s why I love you.