29. Hannah

TWENTY-NINE

Rough hands turn me around, shoving me until I'm bent over my desk.

My bare breasts press into the cool wood surface, and I'm lost to it.

To the overwhelming desire roaring through my veins.

I can still taste the whiskey that coated his tongue.

Can still feel the tug in my nipples from where he was sucking them.

Maddox yanks my skirt up, exposing my bare ass, the thong I decided to wear today covering nothing.

"Fuck." He grips my ass in his big hands and spreads me, making himself groan again.

He hooks a finger around the material covering my pussy and pulls it aside.

I know I'm wet. Soaking. And he hasn't even touched my clit yet.

I tilt my hips, exposing myself to him even more.

A blunt tip rubs along my slit.

"So fucking wet for me." Maddox presses a palm to the center of my back, holding me in place.

I ball my hands into fists.

"You have to be quiet, Hannah." The tip of his cock nudges my entrance. "Can you do that?"

"Yes." I nod.

"Prove it." Maddox thrusts forward.

His entire— almost too big— length fills me, and my mouth opens to scream.

But the air evaporates from my lungs, and I can't make a sound.

My pussy seizes around the intrusion, and my body can't decide if it's suffering from pain or pleasure.

Maddox moans. And it isn't quiet. It vibrates through me.

He pulls out, almost all the way, then pushes back in.

I arch.

It's been so long since I've been fucked.

He slides mostly out, then slams back forward.

Hell, maybe I've never actually been fucked, because this is…

He rocks his hips, and I whimper.

"It's too much." I try to shift away from him, even as my hips tilt to take him farther.

Maddox leans forward, pinning me in place with his body. "It's not too much."

He rolls his hips again, pushing himself even deeper.

"It's too big," I cry.

"No, Babe." He nuzzles against my neck. "It's just right."

He doesn't stop moving. His cock keeps sliding in and out of my channel. He keeps stretching me.

"You were fucking made for me," he growls against my ear. "You were built to take all of me."

He reaches a hand between my hips and the desk.

The underwear I'm still wearing is pulled tight across my clit. And every thrust causes friction that brings me closer to the edge.

Maddox tugs the material aside. "You're gonna come for me." His fingers rub circles. "I'm gonna play with this sweet little clit, and you're going to come all over my fucking dick."

It's hard to breathe.

Hard to think.

Hard to remember why this is the worst idea ever.

Maddox starts to move faster, his hips snapping forward, bouncing me against the desk.

His own breathing is getting loud.

Maddox pinches my clit between his fingers, squeezing, rubbing.

Small sounds I can't stop start to crawl out of my throat.

"That's my girl." Maddox moans, his mouth against my shoulder. "Even better than I fucking remember."

He shoves his hips forward— hard— hitting a spot even deeper than before. And there's no going back.

His fingers pick up speed.

He rocks into me.

His heavy breath echoes in my ear.

It's too much.

I flatten my hands on the desk and push at it. "It's too much," I choke out.

"It's just right." Maddox presses into me harder.

And I implode.

A strangled sound gets trapped in my lungs, and my body convulses under his touch.

"That's it. That's it. Come for me," he chants as his thrusts become jerky. "That's my Hannah." His fingers don't stop. "Keep coming. Clamp that pussy down on my dick, Babe."

My muscles tighten. My core pulses, and his cock does the same.

Maddox groans, and I can feel his cock throbbing as warmth fills me.