Free Unwelcome Reunions (His Dirty Secret Book 3) by Evelyn Troy

in her sleep.
     
    Marcus never would have thought that Isobel would have used such language. Her mouth was so sweet to look at and to kiss, that to imagine it uttering such dirty words was unimaginable; but she did, and he liked it. He stepped forwards slightly, and she stepped back, hitting her ass against the table as her hands raised to wrap around his neck and pull his head down to hers while their lips locked together in a passionate embrace.
     
    As he lifted her up, her legs wrapped around his waist and her ankles locked behind his ass. With ease he carried Isobel into the master bedroom, lowering her down onto the mattress where their kiss resumed. She moved her hands to the hem of his T-shirt and he felt rather than heard her low growl against his lips.
     
    Isobel moved her mouth away just long enough to give him a direct demand; or maybe it was a plea. “Fuck me.”
     
    Breaking away from the heated kiss, Marcus raised his body up just enough to pull the shirt up and over his head, throwing it to the floor without a second though as his lips crashed back down onto hers. He had been craving the touch of her for what felt like years, and his impatience was unusual, but felt totally natural.
     
    His voice was ragged as he pulled up to look at her again. “How shall I fuck you?”
     
    Isobel’s voice was just as hoarse when she answered. “Any damn way you want to, so long I can feel you inside of me. Now!”
     
    Marcus smiled as he took hold of her waistband, pulling her shorts down her long shapely legs and off her ankles. “I think I can do that.”
     
    Sitting up slightly, Isobel ripped her shirt off while he removed his shorts; both throwing their garments on the floor to join the growing pile of clothing there. As his cock bounced free, Isobel’s eyes were drawn to the sight like a magnet and she licked her lips longingly.
     
    Isobel stirred in her sleep. Something was wrong, but she didn’t know what it was and she couldn’t wake herself up to find out.
     
    Back in the dream, the mattress dipped beneath Marcus’ weight as he lowered himself back onto the bed and crawled between Isobel’s legs, his hands running up her legs and on to her stomach before stopping at her pert breasts and massaging the soft skin there. His eyes watched her body as his hands caressed her, and he felt his cock jump impatiently as he listened to her soft moans of pleasure.
     
    He looked at her face and the intensity of her gaze let him know exactly what it was that she wanted. He smiled, and Isobel saw Tyler’s smile instead of Marcus’ as he leaned forwards and planted small, tantalizing kisses from her belly button up to her mouth, not missing an inch of her as his own body positioned itself between her open thighs.
     
    She sighed into his mouth as she felt the heat of his cock brush against her glistening slit as it searched for the opening it craved. He knew that she wanted it fast and furious, but he wanted to make this last so that she would remember every single, pleasurable second, and if that meant that she had to hold in her frustration for a while longer, then so be it.
     
    With her body arching up towards his probing one, Isobel moaned with relief as she felt his steely heat prodding her pliant flesh, and then he pushed forwards, entering her slowly and drawing out the pleasure. It was a pleasure that she didn’t think she would ever get tired of experiencing as his thickness stretched her deliciously and her pussy yielded to the invasion that she so welcomed.
     
    “Like this?” Marcus asked softly, pausing in his movements as her body adjusted to his size.
     
    With a shaky laugh, Isobel scowled up at him prettily. “Not even close, Marcus. I don’t just want to feel you inside me; I want to feel you fucking me.” She frowned in her sleep. Why was he asking her what she wanted? Wasn’t it his role to take control and tell her ?
     
    Marcus smiled and started to move, and she let out another