Hannah cocked an eyebrow, and I could tell her writer brain was activating. "Want me to sit on my desk while you eat me out instead? Get to actually taste my pussy in the same place I wrote all those stories that made you so wet?"

"Oh my god…" I felt a pulse between my legs at the idea, my author kink coming through.

Hannah continued. "We'll need to move my chair first…you could even sit in it and I could straddle your face…"

"That sounds so fucking hot." I said, giddy.

"If it goes well, I'll need to steal it for my next book."

"Please do…"

Hannah walked into her office with me in tow. I tried not to look around and geek out that I was in the office of Nicole Marcel, but I remembered I was about to fuck her brains out and wanted to focus on that.

She rolled the chair back, and pulled a file folder from the desk, dumping it unceremoniously on the floor. The chair rolled away a few inches as Hannah bent down, giving me an absolutely perfect view of her ass and her pussy.

"I could…uh…also eat you out from behind while you held on to the desk…" I said.

Hannah looked behind herself and then up at me. "What are you waiting for, then?" She said with fire in her eyes.

I dropped to my knees quickly…a little too quickly, as the pain radiated through my legs and I knew it would hurt like hell tomorrow, but then I'd get to look at the bruises and remember how I got them. I grabbed Hannah's thighs from behind and guided them open, and she tilted forward, putting her arms on the desk to brace herself.

Despite suggesting it, I had never, ever eaten a woman out like this before, so I had no idea if I'd be any good at it. I played with Hannah's pussy a little bit first, teasing the lips, hearing her moan into the heavy desk.

I placed my lips around Hannah's opening, sucking just a little to see the response, which was a pleased whimper from Hannah. She pushed her pussy back into my face, and I began licking in earnest, getting lost in the act of going down on Hannah Merrill. She tasted so, so damn good, and licking her from this angle allowed my tongue to get deeper than I usually could, and the response to me being able to do that was met with incredible approval.

"Oh, fuck, Zoe, yes…that feels so fucking good." Hannah gasped, leaning further into the desk, angling her ass upward to give me an even better angle.