Page 6 of Stalked By the Lawyer

Holy fuck.

"More," she breathes out, a plea that shatters the last of my restraint. I rip our clothing from us and position myself at her core.

“Look at me demand. I need to see those pretty eyes when I make you mine.”

She bites her lip, her green eyes locked onto mine.

“That’s a good girl,” I praise her as I slip inside her hot heat for the first time. She’s so tight and wet that it’s all I can do to not instantly nut inside her.

“Damn, baby. Gripping me so tight with that little virgin cunt. You have no idea how good you feel to me right now.”

She whimpers and raises her hips, trying to readjust on me, but she only makes me slide deeper.

I groan as she cries out, and then I lose control. I start to fuck into her hard and fast and furious.

I worship her body with mine, each thrust a promise.

“God, Jill, you feel so good,” I grunt out between thrusts.

Her nails dig into my back as she comes undone beneath me, screaming my name like a prayer.

My eyes roll back in my head as I finally fall over the edge. I spray my cum inside her, the thought of filling her up with my seed only making me come that much harder.

Our shuddering climax leaves us clinging to each other.

I’m never letting her go.

EPILOGUE

Ten Years Later

Jill

The door clicks shutbehind us. My heart pounds as Logan turns the lock, sealing us in our new office. His gaze meets mine, smoldering intensity burning in his eyes.

Fuck, I love these games we play. I graduated from law school, and we started our our practice. We’re our own bosses, so we can fuck—and suck—as much as we want.

He stalks towards me, hunger etched into every line of his body. I back up until I hit the edge of the desk, hands gripping the wood behind me.

"Jill." My name is a rough groan on his lips. He closes the distance between us, pulling me into his arms. His mouth crashes onto mine, hot and demanding, devouring me whole.

I moan into the kiss, arching against him. His hands are everywhere at once, clutching my ass, tangling in my hair, sliding under my shirt to caress my skin.

We stumble backwards and papers scatter, pens rolling across the floor. Logan lifts me onto the desk, shoving my skirt up around my waist. I wrap my legs around him, dragging him closer.

He tears his mouth from mine, lips and teeth tracing a burning path down my neck. "So perfect" His voice is a dark rumble against my skin. "You keep my cock hard, baby."

Heat pools low in my belly at his words.

A growl rumbles in his chest. He captures my mouth again in a bruising kiss as his hands slide between us, unbuckling his belt.

I'm trembling with need, aching for him, but I want to please him first, so I slide to my knees, peeking up at him as I do so.

He hisses in a sharp breath as he realizes my intention. “Fuck yes,” he breathes.

He groans as I take him into my mouth, hands clutching the edge of the desk. I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock, tasting the saltiness of his arousal, before sinking down and taking him deep.

He curses under his breath, hips thrusting forward. I place my hands on his thighs to hold him still, setting a slow, torturous pace. I want to draw this out, to give him as much pleasure as possible. To prove how much I want this, want him.

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