His Dirty Secret(42)

Tyler took a deep, ragged breath as his hands went to her ass and he cupped the orbs of her buttocks, squeezing and pulling her cheeks apart. Isobel sighed longingly as she felt his cock brush up between her cheeks, then she moaned as he moved away again.



Her frustration didn’t last long though, as Tyler stepped back only far enough to allow his hand enough room to move between their heated bodies, sliding down over her ass and between her cheeks until he found the warm wetness of her swollen slit. Isobel pushed her ass out even further when she felt his finger start to enter her, going up to the knuckle before being joined by a second one; filling her, but not enough to make her happy.



Tyler smiled at her infuriation as she wiggled back some more. He knew that what she really wanted was for him to slide his cock inside her, but he wanted to stoke her fire so high that she felt as though she’d spontaneously combusted by the time he’d finished with her.



Isobel squirmed as his nimble fingers found her G-spot and rubbed over the top of it. It felt as though she needed to pee, but she knew that it was just a different kind of climax waiting to explode from her. She’d just opened her mouth to beg him to either stop or to increase the pressure and make her come, when he pulled his fingers from her, leaving her feeling empty and bereft.



Once again, he stepped in close behind her, and she felt his cock rub up and down her slit as he coated himself in her wetness. And then, in a movement that was both sure and firm, he entered her, filling her pussy with his heat and making her cry out at the very different, but still very erotic, sensations.



Tyler pulled part way out of her and then slammed back in, going deep and hitting her tender G-spot. Isobel moaned as he did it again, and again, touching her spot every time and making her pussy contract around him as she soaked his cock with her juices. “Fuck, Tyler.” She was panting and pushing back against him, wanting him to go faster and deeper, but on the other hand wanting him to go slow so it never ended.



She felt an arm reach around her body and she reached down with one of her own to take his hand and guide it to her breast. Placing her palm over the back of his hand, she squeezed, letting him know exactly what she wanted.



Tyler was quick to follow her lead, massaging her tit and rolling her nipple between his thumb and finger. As he increased the pressure and started to pinch, Isobel slapped at his hand to stop him. “No, Tyler! No BDSM shit this time.”



She heard him groan behind her as he relaxed his grip. “You want tender and gentle?” he asked her, his words gruff as he paused briefly and adjusted his stance. “Or do you want this?” He started moving again, but this time he pulled his cock almost completely out of her before pounding back in up to his hilt.



Isobel covered her mouth as her cries got louder; Tyler’s lower abdomen was slapping against her ass and turning her on more than she thought possible. She could feel the wetness coating her upper thighs, and she knew that her hair was plastered to her face with sweat, but she didn’t care. All she could think about was what Tyler was doing to her. Nothing else mattered.



And then he slid his hand from her breast down over her stomach and found her clit, pressing down on it with his middle finger and applying more pressure every time he pushed into her. The combination of clitoral and G-spot stimulation made her forget to breathe as her body wound into a hot, burning coil and another orgasm threatened to consume her.



“Harder!” She didn’t even know that she’d spoken aloud until she felt Tyler move both hands to her hips and buck into her with a renewed strength and determination. She wanted harder, he was sure as hell going to give it to her.



Isobel felt her breasts sway with the force of his thrusts, and took a hand off the wall to cup herself and give her nipple a pinch. Her clit pulsated and she felt her pussy swell and grip his cock as he fucked her.



Tyler picked the pace up even more, his thrusts were longer and deeper and his hands on her hips pulled her back onto him every time he pushed into her. Isobel came, calling out his name breathlessly and clawing at the wall in front of her as she tried to hold on to anything that would support her shaking legs.



She knew that Tyler hadn’t come yet; he was still rock hard and embedded deep inside her while he waited for her to catch her breath and calm down. But if he thought that he was going to fuck her until he ejaculated, he was in for a surprise, because Isobel still wasn’t finished with him. Not yet.



With her legs still trembling, she pulled away from him and turned around to face him. Taking hold of Tyler’s arms, she turned them both around so that he was now in her place standing against the wall. He didn’t say a word; he just stood there looking at her with a quizzical smile on his face.