His Dirty Secret

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.