Page 55 of Recon Rendezvous

“You’re so fucking wet, my sweet cake. Now, be a good girl, and I’ll fill all your needy holes.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

LONDON

Oh damn.

The vibrator teases my clit as he continues to torment my ass. Devouring me like he’s starving. Wet kisses, long licks. I’m in a special kind of hell as he circles my clit again and again.

Moaning, I pant out, “I’m going to come.”

“Good, come for me. Then I’ll give you what you really want. What you came all this way for.”

I shudder, my body clenching as my orgasm rips through me. I need to sink my teeth into something because I want to scream this entire place down. My body is in complete sensory overload when the head of his cock slides against the vibrator.

“Oh, fuck…”

He enters me with a grunt, a smooth thrust that lights me up like the Christmas tree in Rockefeller Center, and bright colors burst behind my eyelids.

“Yes,” he groans, holding himself deep inside me as I quake and quiver and absolutely lose my mind all over his dick.

My moans stutter, mimicking the stimulation he hasn’t relented even a little as he continues to tease my sensitive fleshuntil I finally come down from the highest high. I don’t think I have anything left as I sink deeper into the desk.

His warm body bends, blanketing mine, as he growls in my ear, “Holy hell, cake. You had me in a vice. I could barely move…”

A satisfied hum leaves me as he thrusts slowly, his dick thick, and solid, stretching me deliciously. Fuck, this might be my favorite place on earth.

The vibration sadly subsides before it’s back, sliding over the swell of my ass, leaving goose bumps in its trail.

“You didn’t think we were done, did you? Oh, no, cake. I need to feel you come again, until my balls are slick with you.”

Fuck, this man’s mouth and dick will be the end of me. My groan is long and loud as his thrusts increase and the vibration slides between my cheeks.

Oh my damn. My eyes roll back as the sensations take me over.

“I meant it. I’m going to fill your every hole.” The head of the vibrator circles my rim, the perfect accompaniment to the pounding he’s treating me to.

Our grunts and groans crescendo, with him continuing to work the tip of the vibrator with shallow thrusts, the pleasure that crests through me is addictive. I want as much of this as I can get. I need this. With him.

His other hand sneaks around until three fingers pry my mouth open fully and I greedily accept the invasion.

“Next time I have you bent over like this, your holes so willing to be filled and stretched, giving me everything I want, I’ll have you surrounded by mirrors. Where we can both feast on how fucking delicious you are. How debauched you are as I tease you, fuck you, and watch my cum spill from you. You’re such a pretty little whore for my cock.”

I shudder, falling apart at his words. I want nothing more than to give my body to him and let him play with me to his heart’s content.

“Or maybe I’ll capture it on camera. Pictures, perfect snapshots of you taking and loving everything I give you. Videos of this, of you, that I can watch over and over again. Fuck, I haven’t even come yet, but I already want to come again at the mere thought of you projected on every surface in my bedroom.”

Whimpering is all I’ve got to give. A vortex of want and need swirl through me as I imagine each scenario. To see every angle and thrust, the snarl on his lips as he pounds me, marks me as his.

“Would you watch it, watch us like this, while I fucked you again? Would our images get you so fucking wet, so fucking feral for my dick, that you’d beg for me to fuck your ass? Fuck, babycakes, I have the biggest fucking nut for you. Are you ready? Come for me again, baby. Milk me, suck every drop from my balls.”

I don’t want this to end but his words send me flying off a cliff and Xander’s right there with me. Those strong hands grip me, holding me to him as he finally stills. Our shouts echoing through the room before soft kisses trail across my shoulders as we try to catch our breath.

“Here, baby. Let me help you down and massage your legs.”

I’m boneless at this point and Xander lifts me effortlessly, moving me to straddle him in his chair. My face goes to his neck, inhaling his familiar scent, and he wraps me in his strong arms, stroking my hair, and running comforting hands down my back and massaging my thighs.

“Baby, you did so well. My perfect girl,” he whispers into my hair.

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