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

soft moan that was more like a sigh. His smile widened and he moved with more intent, unhurried and smooth, warming her up and letting her juices lubricate them both. His hands roamed over her supple body; tangling through her damp hair, gently squeezing her breasts, running up her arms as he held her hands above her head. And all the while he kept his slowly steady pace as his hips slid backwards and forwards like a well-oiled piston in slow motion.
     
    Isobel wrapped her slender legs around his waist and he bent his head down to claim her lips in another kiss, loving the groan she gave as his cock continued to slide in and out of her moist core. He increased the tempo slightly and loved the friction that her tight hole created as it swelled and contracted around his thickness.
     
    Reaching behind his body, he took one of her legs in his hand and she relaxed the grip she had on him as he slid his fingers up her calf while his rhythmic thrusting continued. He brought her leg forwards and then reached for her other one, spreading her knees wide to create a ‘V’ as he pushed them upwards towards her chest.
     
    Her eyes widened as the change in position enabled his cock to go even deeper, and as she looked up at him she couldn’t help but marvel at the sight of his muscular torso gleaming with sweat as he loomed over her. She watched as he stared intently down at her, his eyes roaming her glistening skin as he took in her nakedness. Why were his eyes blue and not brown? She may be asleep, but she knew that something was wrong somehow.
     
    Marcus delighted in seeing her dainty feet as he held her legs back, and he made it a personal goal to check and see if they curled up when he made her come. Then he forgot all about her toes as he felt her hands press into the muscles of his thighs, knowing instinctively that it was her way of urging him to go faster and deeper, and, ever eager to please, he tightened the muscles in his buttocks and drove his cock into her, making her gasp and moan in response as her nails dug into his skin.
     
    “Like that?” he asked her, his voice husky and breathless.
     
    “Yes! God, yes!” Isobel’s voice was also breathless and he pushed harder, feeling the tip of his cock hit against her cervix as he watched the hunger and desperation in her eyes. He knew she was close by the way she was breathing; short gasps and little kitten sounds escaping her with every thrust. Her eyes had widened at the sensations that were coursing through her and he could feel her nails digging into his back as she clawed for some semblance of control.
     
    He took hold of her ankles and placed her feet against his chest, loving the way they pressed into his pecs when he held them in place with his hands against the underside of her shaking thighs.
     
    Positioned like this, he felt her entrance narrow, which resulted in the friction increasingly delightfully for them both. He tightened the muscles in his pelvic floor, making his length point more upwards and rubbing over her G-spot with every inward thrust. Pushing harder with even more pressure he felt her tilt her hips backwards and she dug her nails into the tense muscles of his thighs as her core tightened in readiness for her impending orgasm.
     
    Isobel was thrashing in all directions as a tidal wave of pleasure smashed all semblance of rational thought from her mind. Her arms wrapped around him as she tried to pull him even closer, even while she was twisting and bucking beneath him, causing her to tense up and push him away. ‘I’m sorry, Tyler. I’m so sorry.’ She knew that the thought was within her dream, but she also knew that he would never forgive her if he knew that she’d fucked another man. But, it was only a dream, right? So he couldn’t be too angry. Could he?
     
    Pushing into her even more firmly, Marcus made sure that his cock stayed buried deeply inside of her pussy as it pulsated and contracted around his length; riding out her