Page 1 of Recon Rendezvous

CHAPTER ONE

XANDER

New Year’s Eve

Anguilla

“Where the hell do you think you’re putting that?”

She’s all attitude as if her legs aren’t already spread for me. Fuck, her sassy mouth makes my dick throb.

“This old thing?” I murmur, stepping closer.

“Yeah, that baseball bat swingin’ between your legs.”

My smug grin is met with silence and raised brows as I slowly stroke myself from root to tip, giving a squeeze to release the building pressure.

“Aww, don’t you worry, gorgeous. I’ll make it fit.”

Her answering whimper sends fire through my veins, and I step closer. Strong legs wrap around my waist, pulling me to her as I swipe the blunt head of my condom-covered cock against her clit.

The sensual moan that falls from her lips is my favorite song as I push forward, finally bringing us together.

I didn’t drop everything to fly to this wedding with the intention of hooking up with anyone, especially on the counter in this restroom, but here the fuck we are with another story to tell.

Fuuuuuck… I groan, sinking into what must be the most irresistibly warm and inviting pussy, the kind that makes you never want to leave. AndI know what you’re thinking. This is going to be over quickly, a two-minute pump and dump, but hell no. I’m me, Alexander Grant. Mr. Debonair Extraordinaire.I’ll have to workshop that.But first, I’m going to enjoy every damn minute of busting open this juicy ass peach.

Damn, I expel a breath, pushing in, savoring the feel of her luscious body. Her cry filling the space is the perfect accompaniment as her tight heat envelopes me, welcoming me, and sucking me deeper. Fuck, I’d happily drown in this pussy. It’s almost too good. Too tight and so fucking wet.

“Yes, fuck, yes, right there,” she moans, head thrown back as she fucks herself on my dick. “Harder.”

She’s so damn responsive. Curvy hips move to meet my every thrust as she grips my arms, begging, “Faster. Fuck. More.”

Pulling back, I thrust in again, already panting as sweat pricks my skin, dampening my shirt.

My hips move on their own, seeking more, spurred on by her words. I’m already close, my dick pulsing at the slick glide of each thrust, her gasps every time I push in, knocking the air from her lungs.Fuck.It’s all too much. This, her, everything.

I need a distraction, or this will be over embarrassingly quick. My eyes screw shut as I summon every stat from the 2009 World Series, where my Yankees brought it home.Batting averages. Defensive runs saved. Runs batted in.What else? Oh, yeah. The sturdiness and craftsmanship of this countertop is commendable.

And just like that, I’m back in the game, surging forward with another hard thrust of my hips.

“You feel so fucking incredible. So wet,” I growl in her ear, and she whimpers. Hitching her leg higher on my hip, I power into her with long deep strokes. “The perfect fucking fit.”

“Just like that… fuck me…” she breathes, leaning back on the counter to watch me work.

Her sensual voice wraps around me, squeezing my lungs like a vise, making me gasp for air, and I have the intense fucking desire to rip this damn condom off and drive back into her bare. Skin to skin.

What the actual fuck?roars in my head, my hips stuttering. The thought has never crossed my mind before. I’ve never yearned to fuck someone raw, to fill them with every drop of my cum, and hold them in place so not one drop spills from their pussy.Until today.

Staring down, I grunt, thrusting into her again, watching myself slide in and out of her perfect little hole. Her arousal glistens and runs down my shaft and I grip her tighter. Fingers dig into thick thighs, my heartbeat thrums in my balls, as her breath hitches, and she starts to quiver all around me.

“Don’t stop. I’m so close,” she moans.

My fucking balls draw up at her words.No, no, no,I'm not ready for this to be over. Since the moment I laid eyes on her—about two hours ago—I’ve thought of nothing and no one else. I’m completely under her spell.

Sliding out, she starts to protest, but I go to my knees and engulf her pussy with my mouth, causing her to cry out. Groaning at the sweet and spicy taste of her, suddenly I’m a starving man at a fucking pie-eating contest at the state fair. Her whimpered cries push me to go harder, suck her deeper, to fucking devour her.

“Yes,” she cries, as I bite and suck. Spreading her with my thumbs, I delve in again, fucking her with my tongue, stroking her deep, before finding her little clit as she goes crazy, fucking herself against my face. Her moans grow louder, hips move faster as she chases her pleasure. She stiffens, pussy clenching, sucking me in deeper and she comes with a little shout, flooding my mouth with her cum. I lap it up greedily before standing, gripping my leaking cock, ready to slide back in and fucking wreck her… when her phone buzzes on the counter beside us, her alarm ringing and shattering the spell we’ve been under.

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