His Dirty Secret - The Billionaire's Affair - Hot BDSM Erotic Romance (4 page)

Always one to please, Tyler got back to his feet, and, still cupping her ass, he lifted her carefully and walked the few steps that took him to the edge of the large mahogany leather-topped desk. His lips met hers in another kiss as he lowered her down so that her ass was on the edge of the very masculine piece of furniture, and leaning her back, he let his hands slide down under her thighs, spreading her knees and raising her legs as he went. Isobel let go of his neck and leaned back on her hands for support, leaving him free to concentrate on pleasing her.

With one hand working its way up her shapely calf to her thigh, the other meandered teasingly to her shaved mound, cupping his palm over it and pressing slightly so that shivers of sensation ran through her, causing her clit to throb and her pussy moisten with desire. “God, Tyler. You’re driving me crazy.” Her hands went back to his hair, tangling in a firm grip as her senses overtook her.

He placed a kiss on her naval, and then gently nipped the skin just below it, making her squeal in mock pain. Then he kissed and licked at where he’d nipped, easing the tender spot and making her squirm with another, more primal feeling. Pulling back a little, he let his eyes feast on her exposed pussy, loving the sight of her swollen clit and moist opening.

His head lowered again, and Isobel almost forgot to breathe as she waited in anticipation for what she knew was coming. She exhaled raggedly as she felt the warmth of his breath against her pussy a split second before she felt his tongue lick at her engorged, quivering outer-lips. Tyler’s movements were slow and relaxed as he lapped at her slit, making sure that he ran the very tip of his tongue from back to front and then up and over the hood of her clit so that he didn’t miss a drop of her sweet juices.

“That feels…” Isobel was incapable of finishing whatever it was she’s about to say, as Tyler used his tongue to tease her even more, rolling it around her swollen clit and almost making her arch up off the desk as pleasure stampeded through her body.

“Do you like that?” His voice was gravelly with lust as he raised his head just long enough to ask the question, but not waiting long enough for her to answer as he went straight back to licking and lapping at her. His cock was throbbing; moisture leaking from its passion-engorged head and dripping onto the floor between his knees. He reached down between his legs and ran his palm over his shaft, coating it in his cum before moving it back up to her pussy and rubbing the slick liquid over her sensitized clit.

Isobel could feel her orgasm building; her clit throbbed and tingles ran from her pussy to her tits, and back again, until she didn’t know where they started or where they stopped.
Dear God, if he could make her feel like this just with his hands and mouth, what was it going to be like when he was actually inside of her
, she thought as her head thrashed and her body trembled.

She didn’t have long to wait to find out, but not in the way she’d been thinking. Tyler slowly inserted a finger into her now sopping slit curling it upwards in a search for the spot that he knew would have sent her through the roof if she’d known that the office was soundproof and that no one could hear them. With unerring accuracy, he found it on the first try, and, as he’d thought, Isobel moaned deep in her throat with pleasure as her pussy clenched and tightened around his digit.

“That’s it, darlin’. Come for me.” He accompanied his words with a few more strokes of his finger, each one a little firmer than the last; and each one sending her spiraling uncontrollably towards her impending climax. He lowered his head once more and wrapped his tongue around her clit, flicking at it while he stroked inside of her; the assault on her sensitive spot almost unbearable, but one that she didn’t want to end.

Her legs clamped together, trapping his hand with his fingers still inside of her, and the walls of her pussy tightened and squeezed around them, pulsating and clenching as her orgasm hit her. Tyler kept his fingers locked inside of her, massaging her G-spot while he gently nuzzled her clit; making her climax all the more stronger and long-lasting.

Isobel trembled and shook as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her, slowly subsiding into tremors that still had the capacity of taking her breath away. As she finally relaxed, spent and satiated, Tyler lifted his head to look up at her. He smiled as he wiped his mouth and chin and then licked his fingers dry as her eyes widened; another wave of pleasure rippling through her spent body.

“You taste so fucking good.” His voice was almost a groan as his cock twitched between his legs; almost as though to tell him that ‘
Hey, I’m still down here and I need some attention now, please.
’ He moved a hand down to give himself a squeeze and try to alleviate some of the pressure that had built up, and as Isobel’s eyes caught the movement, she smiled at him sexily.

“It’s my turn,” she whispered seductively, moving off the desk and tugging his hand so that he got to his feet. “Sit down.”

Tyler sat down in the spot she’d just vacated, looking up at her and loving the way that she was confidently stood there in all of her naked glory, hands on her hips while she looked down at him. His cock gave another impatient twitch, and he raised an eyebrow apologetically at her when she grinned down at him. “You are absolutely magnificent.”
Her voice had to be one of the sexiest things about her
, he thought,
especially when she was aroused.

“And you are, without a doubt, the most desirable woman I’ve ever known.”
And I am going to enjoy taking your body and doing things to you that you’ve probably never even heard of,
he thought to himself. His hand had crept down to his cock without him even being aware of it, and he absent-mindedly started to stroke himself as he looked at her.

Isobel frowned at him playfully before dropping down to her knees in front of him. “Naughty man,” she chastised. “That’s my job.” She moved his hand away from himself and replaced it with her own smaller one, wrapping a dainty fist around his girth as she looked at the meaty length and licked her lips.

Tyler took a deep breath in anticipation of what he knew was coming. She had never given him a blow-job before, so she couldn’t know how very sensitive his dick was; especially at the tip. But right now he didn’t give a shit how rough she might be with him. He needed relief, and looking at her lick her lips again, he knew that it was relief from her mouth that he craved. For now.

Looking up at his face again, Isobel smiled with an almost nervous look on her face. “It’s huge.” Her hand was stroking him softly while she spoke, and Tyler felt his balls shift in response. “I might not be able to get it in my mouth as far as I want to.” She smiled again, cheekily this time. “But I’m going to give it a damn good try.”

She lowered her head and he saw her tongue peek out from between her lips a split second before he felt the warmth of her breath caress his cock. And then all rational thought fled his mind as she touched her lips to his mushroom-shaped head in a tender kiss, her eager tongue lapping at the bead of pre-cum that had formed there.

Tyler moaned in appreciation as she slid her mouth down over the tip of his cock while her hand continued to stroke him slowly. Her tongue rolled around his knob and she twisted her palm around his girth, tightening her hold while she teased him mercilessly. She rolled her tongue around and beneath his head while her own head started to bob up and down on his length, sucking him a little deeper with every downward motion.

Isobel breathed through her nose while she sucked him, groaning deep in her throat as the taste of him melted on her tongue. It felt like his shaft was growing even bigger in her mouth, and she had to open her mouth as wide as she possibly could to accommodate his size. As he touched the back of her throat, she couldn’t help but gag a little; he was just too big for her to swallow him.

Groaning in frustration, her hands tightened their grip around him, moving faster with firmer strokes. Her free hand came up to cup his balls and squeeze gently, making him gasp in surprised pleasure at the sensation.

Isobel looked up at him from her kneeling position. “I’m sorry, Tyler. I really want to take all of you in my mouth, but you’re just too big.”

“It’ll happen eventually. All you need is a little training.” His words confused her. Training to do what? Give him a blow-job?

Her train of thought was cut off as he reached down and pulled her to her feet, wrapping his arms around her and leaning in to kiss her slowly. His hands wandered up to her hair and she felt his fingers start to deftly remove the pins that had been holding her chignon in place; her hair tumbling down around her shoulders and tickling the bare skin of her back. “Much better,” he moaned against her mouth.

As he’d been kissing her, he’d walked her backwards until her ass bumped up against the desk that they’d both taken turns sitting on. Except sitting was the furthest thing from his mind right now. His hand slid down between their bodies until his fingers grazed against the sensitized flesh of her outer pussy-lips, and Isobel moaned against his mouth.
Did he have any idea just how much he turned her on
, she wondered.

Aware of his intentions, and fully agreeable with them, Isobel leaned back on the desk and opened her legs for him, allowing him easy access to where he wanted to be. Her teeth bit down on her bottom lip as she waited in exquisite anticipation, and just a little trepidation. She had never been fucked by a man with such a large member before, and she wasn’t completely sure that her body would be able to handle it. But she was sure as fuck going to try.

She gasped as Tyler started to rub his cock over her slit; parting her lips and making her clit throb and swell even more as she felt his slick hardness caress her. Her hips arched up slightly off the desk, bringing her core closer to him in an unspoken plea.

With his cock nestled tantalizingly between her legs, Tyler brought a hand to her breasts, finding her nipple with unerring ease and gently pinching the peaked nub between his finger and thumb, rolling it between them and sending an echoing shiver of awareness from her tits directly to her pussy, which bloomed and opened up even more for him.

Just feeling his heat between her legs had brought Isobel close to an orgasm, and he hadn’t even entered her yet. Her body shifted again with impatience, eager to feel the weight of him inside her aching body. But, Tyler wouldn’t be rushed, leaning his head down to place little kisses on the side of her neck, working his mouth up her jawline until he’d reached her lips, and then taking her bottom one between his teeth and pulling gently, wringing another lustful moan from her as she closed her eyes.

“Look at me, Isobel.” Her eyes flew open to meet his heated stare. “I want you to keep your eyes open and look at me. I want to watch your expression as I slide into you.” She moaned again and he smiled down at her sexily as his cock twitched against her opening, just as eager as she was to be inside of her.

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.