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.
“Good girl!” Tyler panted. “Such. A. Good. Girl!” Isobel felt his come as he uttered the words, warmth filling her as his man-juice hit deep inside her still quivering pussy; his balls emptying of every drop as he collapsed breathless on top of her with Isobel milking him as he shot streams of molten cum into her.
A few seconds passed, that to Isobel felt like minutes. Finally able to think straight, she couldn’t help but start to panic a little. What if someone had heard? Or what if he now thought of her as a cheap slut and didn’t want her to work for him anymore? All things that she knew she should have thought of before she’d let him fuck her, but she hadn’t and there was no going back now.
Tyler put her mind somewhat to rest a short while later. As he stood up and withdrew from her, he passed her a stack of paper towels that he had in one of his desk drawers. “You might want to clean up a little, darlin’.” He grinned at her playfully. “And then you can use the bathroom over there.” He indicated the other door in the office. “But, before you do, come here.” He pulled her to him and gave her a gentle kiss, his tongue briefly licking at her lips as he gave an appreciative moan. “Hmmm. You are so delicious.”
“Thank you, Tyler.” Isobel’s voice was as weak as she felt, but his smile had restored some of her confidence. She mopped herself up as best she could with the paper towels, and then collected her clothes off the floor and made her way to the bathroom and closed the door behind her.
Looking at herself in the mirror over the sink, she clapped her hands to her cheeks, feeling how hot they were. Her face was flushed and her eyes were shining, and her hair was a tumbled, tangled mess that fell around her shoulders and looked as though she’d just gotten out of bed. Wishful thinking, Isobel girl, she thought to herself, turning on the cold water and splashing her face to try and cool off some.
A few minutes later, Isobel had cleaned herself up and put her clothes back on. She had no idea where her hair pins were, so she had to be satisfied with combing through her tresses with her fingers, but it didn’t look too bad. She gave herself a last look in the mirror, took a deep breath and then walked out to whatever fate Tyler had in store for her.