Page 54 of Recon Rendezvous

Yes, he did.

My pulse quickens as the wet silk of my panties move against my wrists.

“Restrained by my own panties? You’re a cad, Mr. Grant,” I say in an exaggerated Southern belle accent.

“I never promised to be anything else. You’ll do well to remember that, Ms. Cameron,” he says as he moves around the desk to stand in front of me.

My eyes are riveted to every movement he makes. His long fingers are somehow graceful as he undoes his belt, opens his pants, and pulls his long, thick dick out. Stroking it languidly. Teasing with it so close to my lips. Lust burns through me and I force myself to meet his gaze.

“One of these days, I'm going to fuck your little throat raw. With your throat sore and your voice hoarse, you won’t be able to talk back for days.” His voice takes on a dreamy quality, as if he’s imagining it right now.

My skin heats at the thought. Wanting to be used by him, but somehow, I know he’d make it just as good for me.

“But for that, I need you on a bed, or somewhere I can spread you out so I can truly enjoy fucking your pretty face. For now, I’ll let you taste me since you’re so eager, and I can’t get any work done.”

“You promised me lunch.” I pout. “Which you said was code for fucking. What did you expect?”

His grin is dark as he reaches down to stroke my hair. “I expected my good girl, but it looks like my favorite greedy cock slut showed up instead. Open wide, I’ll give you something to tide you over until I’m ready.”

If I could shoot fire from my eyes, I would. Not at his dick because I really do want that, but I’d ruin his laptop or even all the furniture in here. But he’s right, I am greedy for him. Giving head was never my favorite, but he has me ready to suck out his soul just to prove that I own him and not the other way around.

He moves those last few inches forward. “Eyes up.” My eyes go to him as he traces my lips with his dick. “Watch me. See how much my cock loves this pretty mouth.”

My tongue darts out, meeting his slick crown, and we both moan before he slides in slowly. His scent of soap and man a powerful cocktail as his heady flavor of arousal coats my tongue.

“Yes, baby. Just like that. I love your sloppy toppy, but I like you like this too. Slow. Deep, and at my mercy.” Pulling back, he slides in deep again and my tongue works to taste all of him. And just as I close my eyes and relax into the slow and steady rhythm he’s set, with his warm hands in my hair, clutching and stroking me, he pulls away abruptly. My blinks are slow, eyes unfocused as he moves back behind the desk.

“That’s my gorgeous girl, now relax for me.”

Adrenaline spikes through me and my legs spread before the words fall from his lips. I practically ache with need for him. I’ve never been so swollen and wet in my entire life.

“All this cake and it’s not even my birthday. Be a good girl and let me clean my fucking plate.”

Warm lips press into my skin as a squeak escapes, and my restrained hands clench as I try to block his view because this is not what I was expecting when I agreed to this.

“Don’t be shy, you know I love cake.” Before I can process those words, his warm breath tinges my skin and I shiver as his big hands find purchase, spreading me open.

Is he…?

Yep, this is happening.

“Look at that pretty fucking hole. I swear, every inch of you is perfect.”

I groan, tensing as he nuzzles against me, his nose tickling my most private place. This is an entirely new sensation for me, and I can’t tell if I like it yet.

“Come on. Let me in. Relax for me, baby,” he murmurs into my skin as his hands roam over my thighs.

The reverence and warmth in his tone soothes me and I sink into his desk as his lips find my hole in a soft kiss.

“Holy shiii…” His warm tongue slips between my crease and slowly laps my sensitive skin.

“Hmm, cake.” Xander delves deeper and my eyes cross as he slurps and nips, his stubble perfectly rough against me. “You like that?”

“Yes,” falls from my lips without even a thought.

Pleasure pools low in my stomach as he groans into me, his tongue flattening, slipping over my hole, and it feels so good, I can’t even be embarrassed that I’m face down ass up on this man’s desk in the middle of the day, whimpering like the whore I am, only for him. But when his fingers move to my pussy, I cry out in ecstasy.

A buzzing fills the room, and my sex starved brain almost combusts as I realize what it is.

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