Page 96 of Recon Rendezvous

“Look what you do to me.” His smooth voice is sinful as it caresses me from head to toe.

Taking my hand, he wraps it around his thick shaft, and I swear I’m about to flood the bed as another swell of arousal leaves me.

I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve come. Whether from his words, those oh so talented fingers, or those devilish fucking vibrators. But as the cool silk sheets meet my slick back and he finally starts to push inside me, I know I’m not done. Not even close.

My back arches and we moan in unison as he bottoms out with one long thrust and my eyes roll closed. Xander’s so hard and long, but it’s his thick girth that stretches me so fully that I’ve become obsessed with. The perfect combination of pleasure and pain. No matter how many times I’ve had him, it’s always a shock to the system when he first drives inside.

“I love how you welcome me home, babycakes,” he grunts. “Opening your pretty legs wider so I can slide in deep. You don’t even know you’re doing it, do you, greedy girl?”

Shaking my head as his words wash over me, I fall deeper into the moment, widening my legs and rocking my hips to meet every smooth, slow grind. Heat flushes my body as our eyes lock and words that have been on my lips so many times threaten tospill out between us, but now isn’t the time. I want to stay under this sensual spell Xander has weaved.

“Xan… I…”

His forehead finds mine as he nods. “I know, baby. After finally having you in my bed that night under the stars and then waking up without you today after I let you get away… Fuck. I never want to feel like that again, London.”

“Me neither.” Struggling to swallow the lump of regret in my throat, I close my eyes, pulling in a deep breath.

“Tell me you won’t leave me, sweetheart. Promise me,” he rasps.

My eyes fly open at the desperation in his voice. “I promise.” And I mean it.

“That’s all I needed.” He rocks his hips a little faster. “How does it feel?”

“You feel so good. You always do. You fuck me so deep,” I pant.

His eyes clench close for a beat before they meet mine, and he makes this face that I can’t decode.

“No. How does it feel to know I belong to you? You fucking own me, London.”

My heart leaps and pirouettes at his words and an immense pleasure and I can’t begin to describe the utter relief that rushes through me. How does he do it? Xander somehow always knows what I need and wraps me in warmth and security. But if I can admit it to myself, he’s shown me every day how he feels, and he’s been more than willing to figure out what I need and give it to me.

My face heats as the lump grows in my throat. But before I can utter a word, soft lips chase the tears that fall from the corner of my eye.

His hips slow to a stop. “Baby, I hope those are happy tears. If not, I’m going to kick my own ass.”

“They are.” I nod frantically. “I belong to you too, Xan. I have for a long time.”

“Fuck, yes, you do.”

Spurred on by my words, Xan sits up on his knees, lifts my legs to the crook of his elbows, and pounds into me with the sexiest fucking grunt.

“You finally realize you’re mine?” His grunts and our erratic breathing ramp up my desire and I think I’m going to combust.

“Yes,” I cry, straining to meet every thrust.

“So, I can use you how I want? Seek my pleasure in this beautiful body?”

His sexy voice is fucking guttural, sending fire through my veins.

“Please, I want…” I break off with a gasp as he hits a spot so deep inside me, I didn’t know it existed.

“What’s that, baby? You like when I use you like this?” His teeth graze my jaw before that sinful tongue slips out to taste the sweat coating my skin.

“Yes! You have my permission to use me however and whenever you want.”

“Oh, fuck. There she is. There’s my girl.”

I squeal as he suddenly pulls out and flips me over to my stomach. But then he’s back, his chest to my back as I’m pressed into the bed, under his full weight, his hand encircles my wrists above my head, pinning me to the mattress, before he slides back in, and I scream into rumpled bedding.

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