His Dirty Secret - Slave To The Billionaire - Contemporary Erotic Romance by Evelyn Troy Page A

squeezing them hard and then pulling at her nipples,
making her back arch in response and her pussy trickle some more
sweet juice onto her trembling thighs.
     
    His hands continued to roam over her
heated skin, and he let his cock brush up against her bottom
teasingly. “I know I’ve told you before what a beautiful ass you
have,” he murmured. “But I haven’t asked you a question that’s
important with regards to it.” She felt his cock twitch against
her, and her pussy contracted as a wave of pure lust shot through
her. “Have you ever been fucked in your ass, Isobel?”
     
    Isobel froze. “What? No!”
     
    She felt rather than heard
Tyler laugh behind her. “Relax, darlin’. I’m not going to go there
just yet.” Isobel breathed a sigh of relief. “But, I am going to enjoy it
soon.” He rubbed the head of his cock over her tightly puckered
asshole, and Isobel tensed up even more before realizing that it
actually felt good. Really, really good.
     
    She moaned as he continued
to tease her ass, and Tyler chuckled softly, “Ah, my little slut
actually likes that, huh?” Maybe he should
take advantage of the moment and start to break her ass in
now, he mused.
     
    With a soft mewl of
agreement, Isobel pushed back against him, wanting more
contact. Needing more contact. “Please, Tyler.”
     
    “Please what, slut?” His
voice was gruff with passion, and Isobel pushed back against him
again, her ass brushing up against his hard shaft. Still tied up
and almost suspended in the armoire, her arms ached terribly; but
the ache between her legs was worse, and she would do
anything, anything , for him to alleviate her craving.
     
    “Fuck me. Please!” Isobel knew that
she was begging, but she really didn’t give a shit. If she didn’t
feel him inside of her soon she was going to go insane.
“Please!”
     
    Tyler rubbed his cock against her
again, the pre-cum that had gathered at the head mixing with her
own juices and making her slick and ready for whatever he chose to
do next. He pushed against her gently, and she felt her virgin ass
give slightly as though it was welcoming him home.
     
    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