Page 7 of Stalked By the Lawyer

I glance up through my lashes and see him watching me, eyes dark with lust, chest heaving. "Fuck, Jill." His voice is strained. "Your mouth..."

I hum in satisfaction, the vibrations eliciting another groan from him. His fingers tangle in my hair, gripping tight, trying to urge me on, faster and deeper, but I resist. I'm in control here. I'm going to take my time.

Logan is usually so dominant, always in control, but not now. Not with me. I have him at my mercy, coming undone under my touch. The knowledge thrills me, spurs me on. I slide one hand between his legs to cup his balls, squeezing gently, as I take him all the way into my throat.

"Jesus!" His hips jerk forward and he throws his head back, fingers tightening in my hair. I can tell he's close, can feel his body tensing, hear his breath coming in ragged gasps.

I'm going to make him come undone, just for me.

But then, he suddenly pulls me up from the floor, hands roaming over my body as if he can't get enough of me. Our kiss is hungry, desperate, all teeth and tongue. I moan into his mouth, arching against him, needing to feel his skin on mine.

He breaks away suddenly and spins me around, bending me over the desk. My heart races in anticipation. Knowing what he’s about to do to me makes me so wet I can feel it dripping down my thighs.

Logan kneels behind me, trailing kisses up the back of my legs. When he reaches my core, he groans. "So fucking wet for me." His tongue circles my clit and I cry out, gripping the edge of the desk to stay upright. The sensation is almost too much to bear, spiraling pleasure and pain.

He slides one finger inside me, then two, stretching and stroking as he continues to lavish attention on my clit. I'm panting, shaking, hovering on the edge of release. "Please," I gasp.

Logan chuckles softly, the vibrations shooting through me. "Not yet, baby." He quickens the pace of his fingers, curling them to hit just the right spot. "Come for me, Jill. I want to feel you come all over my fingers."

His words push me over and I shatter, crying out his name as waves of pleasure crash over me. Logan works me through my orgasm, prolonging the ecstasy, before finally withdrawing his fingers and standing.

I'm still trembling, heart pounding, when I feel the head of his cock at my entrance. "Ready for more?" he murmurs, gripping my hips.

I look over my shoulder at him, eyes heavy-lidded. "God yes."

Logan slides into me with agonizing slowness, stretching me inch by inch. We moan in unison, savoring the feeling of becoming one. When he's fully seated inside me, he pauses, leaning over to kiss the back of my neck.

"You feel so fucking good," he whispers against my skin. He begins to move, slow thrusts that make my toes curl. The desk creaks beneath us, papers and pens scattering to the floor, but I don't care. All that matters is Logan and the exquisite pleasure he's giving me.

He straightens, quickening his pace, and grips my hips to pull me back onto his cock. I cry out at the new angle, even deeper than before. Logan grunts with each thrust, the sound primal and intoxicating.

The pressure begins to build again, simmering heat in my core. I rock back to meet his thrusts, our bodies moving as one. Logan reaches around to rub my clit in tight circles and I shatter again, vision going white.

Logan's thrusts pound into me, intense and unrelenting.

"Jill," Logan groans. "Come with me."

His words push me over and I shatter around him, crying out his name.

He fucks me through my orgasm, chasing his own release. His thrusts become erratic, grip on my hips bruising, as he finds his climax. He stills, burying himself to the hilt, and groans my name. I feel the pulses of his cock inside me, claiming me as his.

We collapse onto the desk, a tangle of sweaty limbs and harsh breaths. Logan kisses my shoulder, nuzzling against my neck. "I love you," he murmurs.

I smile, basking in the afterglow and his words. "I love you too."

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