Mr. Masters (Mr. 1)

I pull her aggressively and really start to fuck her mouth, hissing with nothing but appreciation as she takes all of me.

“Good girl,” I pant. “That’s it.”

I keep pumping.

“Bare your teeth.” I growl.

She smiles as she bares them, and I cry out as my orgasm rips through me. My cock jerks and thick, white semen gathers in her mouth. Bree struggles to swallow it all, and I tenderly wipe the hair back from her forehead as I look down at her. My heart is hammering in my chest, and she licks me up and down, making sure I watch on. No matter how many times I’ve watched her do this, it’ll never be enough. I drag her to her feet and kiss her deeply. I can taste my own arousal and it s

ets me off again.

She’s so fucking hot.

I push her down onto the bed, my lips taking hers as I slide three fingers inside her She’s hot, and her muscles ripple around my fingers making my cock clench again. “This beautiful cunt needs to be fed,” I whisper.

She moans and arches her back off the bed.

“Doesn’t it?” I whisper, jerking my fingers harder.

“Yes,” she moans. I add another finger, making it four in total. “Oh, careful.”

My eyes darken. “Don’t you careful me, Bree. You know the rules in my bed.” She nods and closes her eyes. I know I’m a lot to take in the bedroom, but if she wants to love me she needs to get used to who I am. I’ve tried to control myself with her so far, but knowing she now belongs to me has released the animal I’ve been keeping caged.

I only fuck one way.

I pump her with force as I feel her dripping flesh contract around me. We’re moving hard and fast and the bed is rocking, hitting the wall.

She loves this—loves it when I fuck her with my hands. “You ready?” I ask.

Her eyes hold mine, and I swipe my thumb over her clitoris. Her body instantly contracts around my fingers, and my cock jerks as she lurches forward, her orgasm all-consuming.

“Ah, Julian,” she cries out.

I close her legs, push them to one side, and bend them at the knees. Then I slide in deep again. My eyes close. “Fuck, yeah,” I whisper.

Her legs are together making her super tight around my cock.

I slap her on the ass and she cries out, “Ouch.”

I slap her again for whining, and she closes her eyes, taking it this time. “That’s it.”

I grab her hip bone and ride her deep—so deep she’s thrashing and moaning, sending me out of my fucking mind.

My body is covered with a sheen of perspiration when I look down at the place where our bodies meet. My hard cock disappears into her soft, wet, pink flesh. The sound of our skin slapping together echoes around the room.

“Fucking hell, Bree.” I growl.

“Julian,” she whimpers. “Oh God, it’s so good.”

I look down at her flushed face and her dark hair splayed across my pillow. “Clench,” I demand, slapping her again. She does as she’s told and clenches around my cock. I throw my head back and I come in a rush, pumping her hard. She cries out at once, and I don’t know if it’s in pleasure or pain. Either way, it sounds so fucking good.

I slowly ride her through her orgasm before I lie down on top of her and kiss her gently.

“I love you,” she whispers as she clings to me.

I smile against her lips, still panting for breath. “I love you, too.”

Chapter Twenty-Two