90. Maddox

NINETY

Hannah is strangling my dick with her hot pussy.

If she wasn't fucking drenched, I'd have a hard time getting in.

Another push forward with my hips, and I'm almost there.

I warned her it would be quick.

I warned —

Her hands move, and my attention is brought away from her panty-covered pussy.

Hannah reaches up with both hands and… Fuck. She squeezes her breasts together.

I want to rip the fabric down. I want to rip her dress clean off her body.

But I don't touch her.

Touching is for at home.

I watch her fingers squeeze, digging into her soft flesh. And I hear the quiet moan she tries to swallow.

She looks close.

"Miss Utley." I keep my gravelly voice as low as I can. "Are you ready to come?"

She nods. "Yes, Mr. Lovelace. Please."

I lean back so I can see between us and grip the waistband of her panties. "A good employee would wait for her boss." I tug the material up.

Hannah's back arches as her panties stretch tight over her clit.

I lean forward, making sure the top of my dick rubs against the tight material. Causing friction. Getting her closer.

"Hurry," she whines softly.

I shove in deep. "Make me."

Hannah bounces as she slides one of her hands up her chest, up her neck, until she presses the first two fingers into her mouth.

She sucks on them. Hollowing out her cheeks. Tipping her head back, like she wants to deep throat them.

I flatten my hand on her soft belly, holding her down, pinning her in place, while I reach my other hand between us and start strumming her clit through her panties.

Her mouth opens, her fingers still against her tongue while her other hand pinches her nipple through her dress.

And I'm one second away from blowing when her core seizes around me.

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.