Page 3 of Play Call

Logan circles me like a predator stalking its prey, his blue eyes never leaving mine. "First," he say, stopping directly in front of me, "you'll have to prove your worth." He reaches out and gently grabs my wrist, his grip firm but not painful. "And second," he continues, guiding my hand towards his swollen crotch, "you'll have to show me just how badly you want it."

I swallow the lump in my throat, my pussy dripping with anticipation. Slowly, tentatively, I begin to stroke him through his pants, his breath hitching in response. The sensation of his hard length against my palm is intoxicating, making a moan escape from my lips.

"That's it," Logan groans also, his eyes slamming shut in pleasure. "You're doing so well, plaything."

Spurred on by his praise, I pick up the pace, my strokes becoming bolder, more confident. Logan's grip on my wrist tightens, guiding me to massage his shaft from base to tip, teasing the sensitive head before sliding back down again.

"Oh, fuck," he whispers. "You're driving me insane. I want... I want to feel you around me."

I glance up at him. "Tell me what to do, Mr. Bennett," I say, my own voice dripping with lust. "I'm yours to command."

Logan's response is a growl as he roughly pulls me into a hard kiss, his tongue demanding entry into my mouth. At the same time, his free hand fumbles with the fly of his pants, desperate to free the rock-hard length that’s between his legs.

"Bend over the desk, Ms. Rivera," he rasps. "I'm going to show you just how much I’ll want this.”

I do as instructed, and my breath hitches as Logan slides two fingers inside me, curling them in a slow, sensual motion that has me gasping.

"Oh, Mr. Bennett... Logan... please!" I beg, my hips bucking against him as I seek more pressure, more friction.

"Patience, Ms. Rivera," he drawls. "I want to make this last."

Sweet torture racks my body as he continues his teasing, his fingers dancing inside me, teasing my G-spot with an expertise that makes me breathless. Heat pools between my thighs, and I know I can’t last much longer. My orgasm is just within reach, and I can feel it building, coiling like a tightly wound spring, just waiting to be released.

"Logan, I'm... I'm..." I can’t finish the sentence, reduced to moans and whimpers as he increases the pressure, his fingers working me relentlessly.

Then, just when I think I can't take it anymore, he stops.

"No!" I cry out, my hips bucking against his hand in futile protest.

Logan chuckles darkly, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Not yet, Ms. Rivera," he purrs in my ear. "I want to savor this... savor you."

He withdraws his fingers, leaving me aching and soaked, picks me up and places me on the bed, face down. Effortlessly, he spreads my legs and holds them apart, exposing my most sensitive parts to him.

"You're mine, Catalina," he growls. "You're mine to have, mine to take, and mine to command."

Before I can process what he just said, Logan is inside me, filling me inch by delicious inch. His cock is hard, throbbing, and my pussy clenches around him, welcoming him home. My nails dug into the sheets as he begins to thrust, long, deep strokes that have me moaning loudly.

"That's it, Ms. Rivera," he coaxes, sliding his thick shaft in and out of me, his balls slapping against my clit with each powerful motion. "Tell me how much you want this."

"Oh, God, Logan... Logan, I... I want this so much!" I scream out, the walls of my pussy starting to pulse around him.

Heat courses through my veins as Logan continues to pound into me, his rhythm relentless, merciless. I arch my hips into his thrusts, offering myself up to him completely.

"Agh, you feel better than I ever remembered."

I’m on the cusp of my orgasm exploding, but just as I’m about to go over the edge, Logan pulls out, leaving me panting and gasping for air.

"No!" I wail.

My chest heaves as my body trembles. I’m on the verge of breaking.

"Shh, Ms. Rivera," he says and runs a soothing hand down my spine. "I know you want it, but you're not there yet."

He repositions his legs to where he’s standing on the outer sides of my legs, holding mine closed with his thick thighs. Then, without warning, he roughly shoves his hard cock back inside me, eliciting a strangled moan from my lips. He pounds into me relentlessly, each hard thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

"That's it," he groans. "You're so damn tight, so wet for me. You want the release, don’t you?"

I can only moan in response, my eyes screw shut.