Mr. Masters (Mr. 1)
I pant as I watch on. Who is this man? How the hell did he get so hot?
He grabs my foot and grinds it onto his cock as he goes down on his fingers covered in my come.
I hold my breath.
Holy…
He throws his head back and his cock jerks beneath my foot, and my sex contracts again as he comes to the taste of me.
He came to the taste of me.
I didn’t even have to touch him.
That’s it. The game is over.
It doesn’t get any hotter than this.
I’m forever ruined.
For the next twenty minutes, his hands roam all over my body and continue to slide into my sex, but surprisingly, it doesn’t feel sexual.
It’s like he’s worshipping me, needing to touch every inch. He’s making sure that he still can. His hand slides up my thigh, and then into my sex and back up to my breasts in complete reverence.
I lie with my legs wide open, giving him full access as I watch him.
He’s fucking beautiful. I thought he was hot when I was chasing the orgasm, but watching him touch me like this is another level entirely.
Another level I’ve never had.
The movie is coming to an end when he pulls my nightdress down and readjusts my gown so it's closed. I wriggle up the sofa, moving away from him a bit. His hand stays firmly on my foot, though, is if he won't let that go.
He flicks the blanket back a bit so that they can see us.
The credits begin to roll.
“That was awesome,” Sammy says. “Did you like it, Dad?”
Julian widens his eyes. “Best movie I’ve ever seen in my life.”
I giggle, and he squeezes my foot playfully.
“You two, off to bed. I’ll be up in a second,” he tells them.
“Goodnight, Brell,” Willow calls as she disappears up the stairs with her little ginger kitten in her arms.
Sammy jumps up and comes to hug me. “See you tomorrow, Brell.” He leads his puppy out the back to go to the bathroom before bed.
"Okay, Sammy." I smile at him.
Julian turns towards me, and I sit up on the lounge, suddenly alone with him.
He leans in and kisses me softly as he holds my face. “I’ll be down to your room in half an hour,” he promises against my lips.
We kiss again.
“Are you ready for me?”
“God, yes,” I whisper. “Hurry.”