Page 42 of Recon Rendezvous

“That’s right, sweetheart. Now, you fucking take what’s yours.”

She finally starts to move, and I’m enraptured as she writhes and moans, sliding up and down my cock, leisurely, pleasure playing across her face, those eyes alight with fire. Her moans and whimpers are sinful as they escape with each exhale of breath, and I lean in to taste it all on her lips. But of course, she doesn’t make anything easy, pulling away as another moan cracks through the air. Her breathing accelerates and bodytightens, and I know what she wants as her movements speed up.

Ripping my wrists from her grasps, my hands move on their own accord, starting at those beautiful thighs that are straining and spread for me. Satiny smooth skin heats my palms, as I grip and soothe her. The growl gets caught in my throat as she opens her legs a little wider, inviting me deeper, into the silky glide of her pussy, squeezing me tight.

“Take what you need, baby. That’s it. Just like that,” I murmur.

Leaning in, I chase those lips again and she laughs breathlessly, turning her head, as she continues to take what she wants, fucking herself harder on my throbbing dick.

“Kiss me.” The strain in my voice is obvious as I beg.

She shakes her head, and I snap, my hands going to her neck, threading through the soft material of her flimsy dress, giving it a strong tug. The rip echoes around us as she gasps, those bouncing tits spilling free into my waiting hands.

“I’ll have your mouth. I’ve fantasized about it for too long, thought about what it would be like to kiss you. To taste your lips. And I know it’ll fucking ruin me.”

Biting kisses mark her dark skin before I draw a hardened nipple into my mouth, sucking hungrily, sloppily, needing to taste every bit of her that she’ll allow.

“Aah. Harder, yes, more, please.” Her pleas are fucking music to my ears as my teeth rake over her tender skin again and again before I switch, giving the other nipple the same insatiable attention.

Her body jerks and squirms with each moan and cry for more and my hand moves to her hair. Those dark silky strands a sharp contrast in my balled fist and my skin heats at the first gasp of pain falls from her teasing lips. I pull her to me, grip tightening, holding her in place.

“Suck,” I growl, pushing two fingers in her mouth. “Get’em nice and wet for me.”

Tight sucks and slurps, that impatient tongue swirling around my offered fingers as I plunge deeper, remembering just how eager she was when she took my dick deep down her throat.

“Just like that, my little cock slut.”

Glowing hazel eyes meld to mine as liquid fire blazes over my skin from head to toe as she moans and gags, prompting me to plunge deeper. Reluctantly releasing her hair, I give her ass a little smack, and she responds, mouth opening, allowing me to watch the magic of her tongue stroking my fingers.

“That’s a good girl. You know just what I like, don’t you? How I like to watch you,” I say, my hand moving from her ass to find her hard little clit. My grin is dark and dirty at the shudder that races through her body, but her mouth never stops working.

“Hmm, yeah. You’re going to come for me, so fucking hard. Aren’t you, London? You came in here with your little demands, in these cute ass boots. You know I’m more than able to give you whatever you want. You want to come on my dick, don’t you? You love how I fucking stretch you, hitting every sensitive spot so deep inside you.” I groan as she clenches around me.

“I felt that, sweetheart. You like that, my dirty mouth?”

She whimpers, her body trembling and thrashing uncontrollably.

Slipping from her mouth, I reach behind her, and she gasps, my slick fingers finding her tight little hole, stroking and circling slowly.

“I let you take what you wanted today, but next time, and there will be a next time, and a time after that, I’ll be calling the shots. Tell me you understand, and I’ll let you come,” I whisper against her lips as the tip of my finger slides in and out of her ass, and she nods frantically.

“Good fucking girl.”

That’s all it takes for her to explode. She gives a shout as her eyes fly wide, locking with mine, my hands never stop moving as I push deeper and continue to stroke her clit, and that’s it, I have to taste the desire and delicious ecstasy on her tongue.

I’m not sure who moves first as our mouths slam together. Electricity sparks and flares between us, zaps of current flow from every place we’re connected, welding us together in this moment that I can only describe as perfect. Our tongues fight for dominance, and I smile into the kiss when she trembles and relents, letting me in, submitting to the demands of my seeking tongue. Slanting my head, I delve in, our tongues slowly stroke as they seek more, tasting and savoring.

Giving a little thrust of my hips, I force myself to pull away and meet her eyes.

“My turn.”

In a blink, we’re up and across the room, her squeals fill the space as I move in behind her, pressing her body against the seamless window, Chicago moving right along below us.

Her attempt to shrink away from the frigid glass makes me chuckle as I press my chest against her back, holding her in place.

“Oh, no, London. What did I say?” I whisper in her ear, giving it a little nip.

She trembles again, pulling in a shuddering breath as she whispers, “You call the shots.”

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