His Dirty Secret

Tyler slowly pushed his hips forward, and Isobel forgot how to breathe all over again as she felt him stretch her, inch by pleasurable inch, until he was firmly ensconced inside her. “Hmmm. That feels so good. You’re so damn tight.” He’d stopped moving, giving her body time to adjust to the invasion of his dick; the feeling of being filled to capacity almost overwhelming her.

“No. It’s because you’re so damn big,” she gasped, her pussy pulsating around the thickness of him, pleading him wordlessly to do something, anything, except stay still.

He started to withdraw, equally as slowly as he’d pushed into her, and she moaned again as her pussy contracted around his thickness, unwittingly trying to hold him in place. “God! I love it when you do that.” Tyler moaned against the side of her neck, his breath warm and inviting, and then he plunged back into her, knocking the breath from her lungs and every thought from her mind.

As Tyler retreated and advanced again and again, Isobel matched him stroke for stroke, her body rising to meet his in a dance as old as time. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her helpless body that were powerful, natural and absolutely, breathtakingly beautiful.

Raising himself up on his arms, the muscles in his neck and shoulders stood out intensely, and Isobel did as he asked, her eyes staying wide open as she took in the masculine beauty of the man who was mercilessly fucking the shit out of her in his executive office.

As her legs spread wider, her hands found their way around his waist and down to his taut ass; fingernails digging in as she pulled him into her deeper still. She wrapped her feet around his waist, locking her ankles behind him, almost as though her body was afraid that he was going to stop what he was doing or get up and leave.

Tyler gave a grunt of appreciation as her whole body tightened, internally and outwardly. He slammed into her even harder, momentum making the desk move backwards, giving him more space to slam into her even harder with the next thrust. Sweat was coating his back and he felt his balls shift and tighten as his climax drew closer, but still he thrust into her; time and time again.

He leaned down to kiss her mouth again, giving little nips and tugging on her lips, his tongue lathing and soothing the tender skin afterwards. His hands came up to tangle in her hair, and he gently tugged her head backwards so that her neck was arched and at his mercy. Isobel moaned as his breath tickled her skin a split second before his lips blazed kisses down her throat, his teeth once again nipping gently at her skin.

She had never thought that she would be in to biting, but right now, right here, with him, she changed her mind. She had a feeling that this man could change her mind about a lot of things if he wanted. And she wasn’t complaining one little bit.

Her hands moved from his buttocks up to his shoulders, and then her fingers trailed a path down his back, loving the slick sweat she encountered and knowing that he was enjoying this every bit as much as she was.

The pace picked up even more, and even though she knew Tyler was enjoying fucking her, she had a deep-rooted feeling that he was holding back. There was an almost tethered ferocity to him, and while she could feel just how close he was to coming, it was almost as though he wanted to be doing so much more. Maybe it was in the way he was holding tightly onto her hair, or the way he was using his teeth. Or maybe it was just a sense that there was so much more yet to be unleashed. Whatever it was, she couldn’t help wonder.

Tyler looked down into her face and scowled, as though he could sense that her mind was not completely on what he was doing to her, and he slammed into her deeper than before, knocking the air out of her lungs and making her pussy quiver and tighten around his cock. “Oh God. Yes! Just like that!”

He grunted in response and thrust again. “You like it like that, huh?” His voice was breathless, but she knew that he was nowhere near exerting himself.

“Yes!” The single word was pushed out of her as he rammed into her again, and she moaned as she felt her climax racing up on her.

“That’s it, darlin’. Come for me.” He rutted into her again, his balls tickling her ass as his hips locked with hers and then withdrew. One more thrust and Isobel tumbled over the edge into an orgasm that left her breathless and shaking. She felt her pussy clench and unclench around his cock, and wetness coated him and the top of her legs.