He moved away from her slightly, and his finger moved to where his cock had been, circling around her hole tantalizingly. Isobel held her breath as he slid his finger to her pussy, rubbing it in the wetness and sliding back to her ass, again and again, until she didn’t know whether to beg or scream. Just when she thought that she couldn’t take any more, Tyler slammed a finger into her slit, finding her G-spot with a precision that astounded her. She felt her pussy start to pulsate and contract around him as he used his finger to stimulate her. Her breath was coming in short bursts as she fought for some kind of control over a body that betrayed her every time he came near.
Her orgasm was so close that she could smell it, but just before she slipped over the edge into it, Tyler pulled his finger out of her, leaving her moaning in protest. “No! Oh God, Sir, please don’t stop!”
Tears were running down her face, and even though he couldn’t see them because of her position in the armoire, he heard them in her voice, and as he visualized them he held back his groan of lust with difficulty. A woman crying for him or his cock was the most beautiful and erotic thing to him; the only thing that would have been better would be if she were on her knees in front of him while she cried.
He reached up and undid first one hand and then the other, allowing her arms to fall to her side. Gently, he lifted her into his arms and carried her out of the armoire, his hands holding her securely and rubbing over her tender skin firmly but gently, loving the small moan of gratitude that escaped from her lips.
When they reached the center of the room, Tyler sat her on the rug, helping her into a kneeling position with her legs still held securely in the spreader bar. Still in a state of mind-numbing arousal, Isobel did as he bid her do without question or objection, sinking as gracefully as possible onto all fours with her sweat-soaked hair falling in a curtain around her face.
Looking up at him, she begged with her eyes for him to do something, anything, to alleviate the tremors that ran through her body. She could honestly say that she had never felt this turned on before in her life, but she was incapable of taking care of the problem herself. She needed help now; and she needed it from him.
Isobel chanced a look up at him, unaware that her mascara had left black streaks under her eyes and her hair was a disheveled mess. Looking down at her, Tyler didn’t think he’d ever seen a more beautiful sight, and his cock lurched impatiently, a bead of pre-cum stretching like elastic as it dripped off the shiny mushroom-shaped head.
He took a step forwards and then sank to his own knees, as his cock danced in front of her mesmerized eyes. Isobel licked her lips greedily, praying that he would let her suck him, and then maybe, hopefully, he would fuck her until she came.
She watched as he wrapped his fist around himself, his fingers and thumb not able to touch each other because he was so big. Slowly he stroked himself, his hand coming up to his tip and coating himself in his stickiness before sliding back down his length; the veins standing out in stark contrast to the darker colored head. He worked his hand up and down, becoming wetter and harder with each stroke as he pumped himself, looking down at her pleading eyes as she silently begged him to let her suck him.
He nodded, and she couldn’t hold back the smile that crossed her full lips as she tilted her head forwards and opened her mouth to suck him into her warm moistness. One dainty hand reached up to cup his balls while the other crept around him to trace her nails over his firm buttocks as she pulled him deeper into her. Tyler shivered as tingles pleasure ran up his spine, and when she rolled her tongue around his girth he couldn’t help the moan that escaped him.
He couldn’t take his eyes off her as she knelt between his legs, her eyes never leaving his face as she sucked him mercilessly. Tangling a hand in her hair, he moved his hips and his cock touched the back of her throat, making her gag and bringing fresh tears to her eyes. As her head bobbed up and down on his length, he slowly pumped his hips, going deeper with each thrust as the tempo picked up pace.
Without warning he pulled out of her mouth, and Isobel moaned in protest. “Please, let me suck you,” she gasped, her hands reaching for him again, but being smacked away by his.
Tyler laughed at her greedy desperation, but he didn’t give in to her pleas. “No, Isobel.” His voice was gentle but firm. “Put your hands back on the floor.”
Isobel hurried to do as instructed and dropped back, grinding her pussy into the rug in an effort to alleviate some of the pent-up pressure in her nether regions, before leaning forwards and planting both hands firmly on the floor in front of her. She pushed up with her knees and straightened her back, leaving just her knees, feet and hands on the floor. Then she waited, spread wide, trembling and aching, for whatever Tyler was going to do next.