His Dirty Secret - The Billionaire's Affair - Hot BDSM Erotic Romance (12 page)

Tyler nuzzled his nose against her sex, inhaling the musky, sweet scent of her and moaning appreciatively. Then he adjusted his position slightly, and she gasped as she felt the warmth of his tongue as he slid it down between her lips and over the swollen bud of her clit. “Yes. Just like that, baby.” Her voice was breathy and she brought her hands up and ran them through his thick thatch of hair, holding his head down as though she were afraid he was going to stop what he was doing.

He pulled his head back and looked at her face, loving the flush that crossed her high cheekbones and the way her eyes had a faraway lusty look to them. He watched as her teeth bit down on her bottom lip and couldn’t resist reaching up to take her mouth in a kiss, letting her taste herself on his lips.

As he kissed her, a hand roamed down over her satiny skin until it reached her breast, and Isobel moaned into his mouth as he closed a hand over her ample orb and gently squeezed. Then his mouth followed the path his hand had taken, and as she looked down at the top of his head, she felt the wet warmth of his mouth as he closed his lips over her nipple and latched on, sucking gently and flicking at the erect flesh with his tongue.

She cradled his head in her hands as he suckled one breast and then turned his attention to the other, wetting her flesh with his mouth and making her pussy become wet with lust. She didn’t ever want him to stop, but she wanted him on her pussy more, and her soft, but persistent hands pushed down on his shoulders until he got the hint and transferred his attention back to her nether regions.

She felt so hot between her legs that she didn’t think it would be possible to get any hotter. But Tyler proved her wrong as he let his tongue slide between her folds and delve into her with a murmur of enjoyment as he lapped at her juices. Her hips jerked as his nose rubbed against her sensitive clit. He ground his face into her harder, alleviating a little of the ache, but making her crave even more contact.

He changed position again and hooked a muscled arm beneath one of her legs, raising it so that it draped over his shoulder and giving him easier access to where he wanted to be. She felt his five o’clock shadow scratch against the soft flesh of her upper thigh, and the contrast between that and the satiny feel of his slick tongue was a beautifully erotic.

She threw her head back, mindless of the fact that she hit the wall behind it with a thump. All she could focus on was the electricity that was running through her body as he licked at her clit and nibbled on her labia as he traced her folds with his tongue and made her swell against his mouth.

Isobel could feel the tension coiling inside her like a spring, but she didn’t want to orgasm yet. She wanted more; much, much more. And she wasn’t stopping or going to make him stop until she got everything she craved.

And Tyler was more than happy to oblige as he ran his hand from her ankle to her thigh, and then on to the wet folds of her pussy, sliding a finger between her skin and his tongue as it suckled at her clit, and then pushing it into her hot moistness and hooking it upwards, hitting her G-spot and rolling his finger over the top of it insistently.

Isobel gave up all attempts at trying to control her orgasm; the combination of his tongue and finger sending her freefalling into a pleasure so intense that she had to bite down on her own hand to stop herself from screaming. As she came, Tyler continued to use his fingers and his mouth on her, prolonging the sweet and intense sensations as one orgasm rolled over into another and she soaked his hand and his face with her juices.

Dazed and breathless, she didn’t register that he had stopped moving until he spoke. “Are you okay?” She shook her head, and then became aware that her legs were also shaking, and she couldn’t seem to stop them.

“God yeah. How could I not be okay after that?” she asked hoarsely, smiling as he chuckled and gave her pussy a gentle pat with the flat of his hand. As he went to stand up, she stopped him. “We’re not done yet, Tyler.” She looked pointedly at his crotch and raised an eyebrow at his very obvious erection. “We need to take care of that first.”

Tyler got to his feet and reached a hand down to help her up. “I have to get back to my office, Isobel.” He didn’t look too happy at the thought. “My wife is waiting for me, remember? And we must have been in here an age already.”

“Do you want or need to rush to see her?” Isobel was genuinely curious about what his response was going to be, but she was surprised at just how relieved she felt when he shook his head.

“Hell no. I don’t want to have to deal with her at all.”

“Then come here and let her wait.” Isobel was shocked at how decisive she sounded and felt, but she really didn’t want to step back out of this closet until they’d finished what they started, and she had absolutely no intention of going anywhere until she’d either felt or seen him come.

She wound her arms around his torso, and felt his wrap around her as they came together once again for another one of the electric kisses they’d shared just a short while ago. Isobel moaned as she tasted and smelled herself on him as his tongue pushed its way past her lips to dance with hers erotically.

Tyler bent down and effortlessly lifted her up off her feet, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he backed her up against the only free wall in the small space they were in. With his hands under her ass, she felt the heat of his manhood as it pressed into her, and forgot to breathe as he inched into her, his cock hot and heavy and utterly perfect.

He pushed his hips upwards and held her firmly in place as he impaled her on his cock. Then he started to move in earnest, thrusting in and out of her wetness, so deep that she could feel the base of his shaft hit against her clit with every inward thrust.

Isobel crossed her ankles behind his ass and held on for dear life as he pounded into her. She buried her face in the crook of his neck to try and muffle the moans that were escaping from her parched lips, and then, as another orgasm threatened to hit her, she bit into his shoulder.

The brief pain of her teeth sinking into his shoulder seemed to send Tyler into a whole new level of passion, as he groaned and wrapped his hands in her hair, pulling her head back while he nibbled up her neck. His movements became more intense as he picked up the pace and thrust into her with wild abandon.

Just when Isobel thought she wasn’t going to be able to take any more of his delightful abuse, he whispered huskily into her ear. “Come for me, Isobel. I want to feel you soak my cock.” His words were her undoing, and she was powerless to deny him what he wanted as her body shuddered and released her pent-up orgasm in a torrent that flowed over and through her, both mentally and physically.

She sagged against Tyler, her hands gripping him for dear life as her legs became weak. Isobel didn’t have to worry though, even if she had been conscious of it, because Tyler had no intention of letting her fall while her climax raged through her body.

In fact, he wasn’t even finished with her yet; he was just waiting for the storm to pass and her strength to return; which was a good thing, as Isobel had no intention of letting him end this just yet either. She wanted to feel him explode inside of her and to experience him being just as weak and shaken in the aftermath of their love-making as she was.

As her breathing calmed down and her shaking subsided, Tyler pulled out of her and gently lowered her to the floor; keeping his hands on her while he made sure that she was capable of standing up without falling over.

Still panting, Isobel buried her head into his chest and placed her hands on his firm buttocks. “Are you okay?” Tyler’s voice was soft and reassuring, and Isobel raised her head to smile shakily up at him.

“I’m more than okay, Tyler. I feel wonderful.” She was almost purring as she rubbed up against him, becoming aware once again of the heat of his cock as it bumped up against her. “And you feel as though we still have some unfinished business.” Her voice was cheeky, and her hand moved to take hold of him, letting him know exactly to what she was referring.

“Insatiable minx,” he teased back, as his hands rubbed up and down her back, which was still damp from the exertion of a few minutes previous. “Are you sure you’re not done? We’ve been in here for a long time.”

“Oh, I’m positive, Tyler. We’re not leaving here until we’ve both finished.” As she spoke she pulled out of his embrace and turned her back on him, putting her hands against the wall she’d had her back against just a few minutes earlier. She pushed her ass out teasingly, keeping her legs and back straight and offering herself to him.

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.