28. Maddox

TWENTY-EIGHT

She turns to me.

And I stop holding back.

My mouth drops to hers. And Hannah opens for me. Immediately.

Her lips part and she lets me in.

I take what she offers, then I take more, pushing my tongue into her mouth. Tasting my wine. Tasting her sweetness. Tasting the way she wants to hate me.

She presses her hands against my sides, dragging them down to my waist. And I know this isn't enough.

Nothing will be enough until I have all of her again.

"If I tear anything, I'll replace it," I say against her lips.

"What?"

I tug down the front of her shirt.

The low-cut material stretches easily, gathering below her glorious tits.

Still not enough.

I hook my fingers in the cups of her bra and pull them down until her breasts are free.

"Fuck," I groan as I palm them.

The bunched-up shirt and bra under her tits push them even higher.

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.

With my free hand, I squeeze one of her breasts again.

"Now, Babe." Still holding her throat, I release her tit and slide my hand down her body. "I'm warning you now that I'm not gonna last long." I start to bunch the material of her skirt up. "But I'm not coming until I'm inside you."

She grips my forearms. "Maddox."

I reach under the hem of her skirt and press my palm between her thighs. "I don't have a condom." I use my grip on her neck to tip her head back to look at me. "And if you have a condom in your desk, I'm going to be pissed."

She shakes her head. "I-I don't."

I tug her panties to the side, and her slickness greets me. "Fuck," I groan. "Tell me I can fill this pussy up, Hannah. Tell me I can take you raw."

I shouldn't do that.

I should just let her suck me off.

But I can't.

I need her heat.

"I'm on birth control." Her whispered words are coarse. "You can take me bare, Maddox. You can fill me up."