The Billionaire 3: Tyron Cruz

Chapter 3

Isabella pushed him away and took a step backwards.

“Don’t be full of yourself, Mister!” Isabella firmly said making Tyron smirk.

“You are into me, Isabella.” He said as he took a step towards her, making her took other steps away

from him.

“No, I’m not.” She said as she stops when her lower limbs felt the bed at her back.

“You are, and you can’t stop it.” He said grinning ear to ear as he approaches her.

Isabella’s heart hammers in her chest, reminding herself that she’s unprepared for the moment. She

didn’t know that Tyron would come home tonight.

“W-what do you want?” Isabella asked.

“I want you to touch me, and not run away from me, Isabella.” Tyron said making her blink her eyes.

“Stop fighting with your desire, wife. You’ve been eating me alive with your eyes when I opened the

bathroom door.” He added making her bit her lower lip. “You look at me like you’re shopping for

something you can’t afford.” He added making her flustered.

“It’s because I can’t really afford you.” Isabella answered as her eyes roamed over his rounded

shoulders, his chiselled abs and narrow hips.

“You’re doing it again, wife.” Tyron chuckled as he grabs her hand. “It is not wrong to touch your

husband, wife.” He added.

Isabella stare into his eyes. His expression is confident, and mixed with something predatory. Isabella

is fighting her urge to touch him but her hand betrayed her.

With trembling hands, she slowly touches his ab muscles with the tips of her first three fingers. Slowly,

she brushes along the second bump, then she run her index finger around his belly button.

“Damn, Isabella!” Tyron grunted.

Heat courses through her whole body, making her blush, trying to avoid checking the front of his

sweatpants but failed. She slowly bit her lips as she remembers the night they shared during their

wedding night.

Isabella looked at Tyron and saw it in his expression that he is just controlling his posture.

Without a word, Tyron loops an arm around her waist and pulls her against his body capturing her lips

before she could even react.

The kiss is brief but it is enough to awaken all the muscle in her body. Tyron’s kiss is firm and it seems

like he’s been wanting for it to happen the moment he saw his wife again after two long months. He

nudges his wife’s mouth open with his lips before entering her mouth with his tongue.

Isabella melt under the fierce heat of his kisses, grabbing hold of his shoulders for support.

“I’ve never felt this way with someone in my life.” Isabella thought. She let out another moan as his

hands run up and down to her frame, tender and strong at once.

Tyron’s kisses slide over her ear to the nape of her neck, sending a tingling sensation cascading down

to her spine. His hands slide up her legs, lifting the robe on the way and with one hand, he tugs down

her robe and bra down and works his hands on her breast taking hold in perfect motion.

Isabella felt her nipples hardening beneath his touch and only wanting more and she felt like she is his

clay—molded to whatever shape he wishes.

Tyron captured her lips again, giving her soft kisses and hard nips that leaves her aching for more.

“Damn, Tyron!” Isabella cursed as she let out a moan and digs her nails into his shoulders as his teeth

graze across her neck.

“Tell me you want more, Isabella.” Tyron said in his sexy and husky voice looking straight to her eyes

and seems like he is just controlling his self not to take you right there.

Isabella loosely wrap her arms on his neck pulling him for a kiss.

Without warning, Tyron scoop Isabella up into his arms and carries her and carefully place her on top of

the bed as he presses a hot, open-mouthed kiss to her lips—craving, claiming and devouring, he takes

her with everything he has, his passion growing more and more.

The touch of his skin is enough to send waves of pleasure throughout her body. She cannot help but to

lose herself in his touch, a pressure rising Isabella as she rubs her body and strokes against her

husband. He shivers with anticipation as she sends her fingertip running down his back.

Isabella can feel his hard length presses against her thigh, standing erect just beneath his pants. She

cannot help not to blush when she remembered how he takes her during their wedding night.

With her shyness thrown away, she reaches her palm along the front of his pants, letting the bulge fill

her palm making Tyron let out a soft curse.

Tyron stands up and she bewilderedly took a seat on the bed, and pulled down his pants making Tyron

groan in surprise. Isabella look up at her husband and smiled seductively.

“What are you pl—ahh.”

She didn’t let him finish what he was saying as she hold his massive length, teasing it with her tongue

and before he can utter another word, Isabella shove his boxers down and take him full in her mouth.

She can feel his body shudder against her with every stroke and flick of her tongue.

“Damn, Bella! Where did you learn that?” Tyron groaned as his hands grabs her hair, curling into a fist

as she moves herself into motions and wrapping her own hands around the back of his thighs, holding

him close and filling him with desire.

His hard length pulse within her mouth as Isabella stroke and slide over the throbbing shaft. She can

even feel herself getting wet as his shaft only grows harder and harder, nearing the brink. He tried to

pull away but she firmly grabs him, continuing what she is doing until he come full into her mouth— Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

swallowing it full, not missing a single drop.

“Shit, Bella!” Tyron cursed staring down at her. “Where in the world did you learn that?” He asked

making her blink and fully registered to her mind what she had done. Blood rushes up to her face.

“Oh, crap!” She cursed behind her embarrassment. She, herself, is not sure where she learned it, she

acted on impulse; she acted under the influence of being drunk on his kisses and the heat of passion in

their bedroom. “I… uh…” She cannot find the right words to say, averting his gaze.

Tyron smirk looking at his flustered wife, what she did was unexpected, he knew that she is

inexperience with this kind of things but she made him feel good.

In one motion, he lowers her down in the bed, he is on top of her and presses his lips to hers once

more as his hands trails across her bare legs. With gentle hands, he slides along his wife’s inner thigh,

making her shudder as he finds her center making her moan.

“This is on the way…” Tyron whispered as he tears her panty and throws it on the floor.

“What the hell, Tyron!” Isabella cursed in surprise but he only smirk and tease her wet clit with his

thumb, making her moan in anticipation and he begins to rub in slow and sensual circles.

“Ahh… What are you doing to me?” Isabella asked, moaning in pleasure.

Tyron didn’t answer but he slides a finger deep within her making her gasp. He continues to tease his

thump across her clit, with his finger still inside and it makes Isabella shudder beneath him.

“Tyron… uhh…” Isabella screamed his name as he slides another finger inside of her. He continued

thrusting his fingers and it doesn’t take long before she feels herself nearing the brink. “Tyron…”

Isabella moaned as she stares deep into his eyes with passion. And with a final shudder, she shatters

against him, melting into his hands with a loud moan.

“Kiss me, you jerk!” Isabella said making Tyron laugh but he still obliged and presses a lasting kiss to

her lips. His tongue massages hers in a series of rhythmic, sensual movements, as he runs his fingers

through her hair.

“Tell me stop, Bella as I still can control myself not to…”

“Enough with the talking, jerk.” Isabella said rubbing herself onto his fully erect shaft making him groan.

“You made me crave for you so don’t hold back.”

Without hesitation, Tyron slip his length past her wet folds, nudging her opening with ease. He sinks all

the way in as she closes her eyes in ecstasy.

She let out a moan as he started to thrust deep within her and captured her lips for a kiss. He

continued thrusting in and out, and both are panting between kisses.

Tyron increases the pace, slamming her down once and again until the pleasure she’s feeling becomes

almost unbearable. At last, Isabella shatter into a thousand pieces, screaming out her orgasm.

His release robs him in his voice and the strength in his legs. He wrapped her arms around her back as

his face rests against her breast, his shaft is still inside of her.

“That was fantastic.” Tyron said giving kisses on top of her breast.

“Hmm…” Isabella moaned.

“Where did you learn that, Isabella?” Tyron asked staring right through her eyes.

“The what?” Isabella asked back, she already had a hint on what he’s referring to. Tyron chuckled on

her question making her moan as she is still sensitive as she can feel his length throbbing.

“You know what I mean, Bella.” Tyron said and gives her trail of kisses on her face.

“Ohh… I don’t know, it just come to me.” She answered, blushing. “But please take your thing off, I can

feel it getting harder.” She said trying to suppress a moan.

Tyron stared at her for a minute then grinned.

“Oh, you mean this?” He teased as he slowly thrust, making Isabella whimper.

“Damn, Tyron!” Isabella moaned as he continued thrusting slowly.

“Moan for me, Bella.” Tyron said and wedges his hand beneath her butt and tilts her hips. He continued

thrusting, gripping her body tightly. Isabella clutch and squeeze him tight as they both come together.

Tyron smiles, looking at her as their breathing recovers unto its normal pace.

“That was my first.” Isabella breaks the silence, Tyron looked at her, puzzled. “I don’t know if I did a

great job, though.”

“Oh, that.” Tyron smiled and caress her cheeks. “You were fantastic, Bella.” Tyron smiled making her

flustered.

“Then, get off me before your thing will grow big and hard again.” She said pushing him away from him.

Tyron chuckled and removed his shaft from her core making her utter a soft whimper.

“It seems that you wanted more, wife.” Tyron teased.

“Oh, shut up!” Isabella said and immediately stood up from the bed, flustered. “I will take another

shower; I feel so sticky.” She added and hastily picked up her underwear and robe on the floor then

dashing through the bathroom door. She heard Tyron’s laugh as she closes the door.