Mr. Masters (Mr. 1)

He tips his head back and mouths the word, “Fuck.”

Oh God, I’m so hot for it right now.

His thumb glides back and forth through my open flesh, and he turns, his eyes holding mine as he pushes his thumb inside me.

I clench, and he shudders.

He’s going to come. He’s going to come, just from touching me.

Manic killing breaks out on the blaring television, and everyone is screaming with gunshots ringing out all around us, but all I can feel is tranquil ecstasy.

He grinds my foot hard onto his cock, and we both clench to hold the orgasm off.

He pulls my body down towards him with force, so that my hips are nearly on his lap, edging towards losing control.

He wants right-handed access.

Our eyes lock as he slides two fingers deep inside of me. His mouth hangs open as he starts to ride me deep.

Thank God it’s dark. Who knows what this looks like?

With his left hand clutching my breast, his right-hand fingers are deep within my sex, and he slides them all the way in, and then all the way out. In and out. Every time he slides them in I feel the burn of the stretch, and I know that’s his aim.

This is so damn good.

In, out, around and around, all while trying to keep his arm as still as possible. We do this for nearly an hour. Every time I get close, he takes away the pressure and moves back to my breasts. I’m going out of my mind and I don’t give a single fuck if the Terminator gets killed.

Kill the motherfucker and just end this damn movie already so I can fuck Julian stupid.

We get into a rhythm—one that I am not going to be able to stop. The pumps are hard and deep with three of his thick fingers penetrating me. It feels so good. Too good.

My pelvis lifts off the lounge again as I silently beg.

Give it to me.

Give it to me.

He rides me hard with his fingers, and I start to see stars.

Oh. That’s it.

My body rocks with the pressure of his strong hands jerking me, and I throw my head back as an orgasm rips through me. I close my eyes, and I shudder, contracting around him.

Our eyes meet and triumph flares on his face.

This guy is too much.

He continues to slowly pump me as I watch on, and I feel like I’m having an out of body experience. That was the strongest, most perfect orgasm I’ve ever had. An hour of fingering attention is every woman’s dream.

Julian took his time. He got it right. He made sure I was well and truly pleasured. He slowly slides his fingers out of me, and I frown at his withdrawal.

Don’t leave. Stay in there.

He lifts his fingers to his mouth and my heart stops. What’s he doing? In the diluted light of the room, he puts his fingers in his mouth and begins to suck my arousal from them.

My mouth falls open. Oh dear fucking God.

His eyes close when he tastes me.