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.