Love, Utley (Love Letters #1)

I bend, dropping my mouth to pull one pebbled nipple into my mouth.

Hannah moans and brings her hands to my hair, twining her fingers through the strands.

I release the first breast and move to the other, my fingers working the nipple I just released.

“Maddox,” Hannah whispers, holding my head in place.

I twirl my tongue around her peak.

“Oh god,” she pants. “Please.”

I suck hard, causing her back to arch.

These are bigger than they were before. Softer. Perfect.

I release her from my mouth and stand to my full height.

Hannah’s hands fall away from my hair and press against my chest.

My own breathing is ragged as I look down at her. “If you don’t want this to happen, tell me now.”

Instead of answering, Hannah’s fingers find my belt buckle.

I groan as satisfaction swamps me.

She undoes the buckle, then flips the button on my pants open.

When her fingers close around the tab on my zipper, she looks up at me.

“Keep going, Babe. Take my cock out.”

She swipes her tongue across her lower lip, and it’s the most pornographic thing I’ve ever seen.

Tits out. Lips swollen. Hands fumbling to get my pants open, and licking her lips like she wants my dick in her mouth.

I’m going to memorize this moment.

My zipper is loud in the quiet office. And then her hand slips inside my boxers.

Hannah wraps her fingers around the base of my dick and squeezes, trying to pull me free.

She lets out a little whimper that makes precum seep from my tip.

Christ, she’s so eager.

“That’s my good girl. Get it out.”

Hannah uses her second hand to pull the band of my boxers away from my body, and finally my cock is freed.

Another sound rolls out of her, and she starts to bend forward.

I dart my hand out and catch her with my hand against her throat. “Not tonight, Little Bunny.”

Emotions flash over her features, but I don’t give in. Instead, I flex my fingers and feel her swallow.

Leaning forward, I press a soft kiss to her mouth. “Bend over the desk.”

Her eyes slide closed.