I love Sundays. They're the one day Julian and I don't have to rush, don't have to pretend we're not insatiable for each other. I wake up with my thighs sticky with anticipation, my panties already soaked through. I can feel Julian's cock pressing against my thigh, already hard, already eager. He's still asleep, but his dick has a mind of its own—throbbing, twitching, practically begging for attention.
I don’t waste a second. I slide my panties down my legs, letting them pool at my feet before I roll Julian onto his back. He groans, half-asleep, but his cock jolts like it’s been electrocuted. I free him from his boxers, his thick length springing up like a flagpole, already glistening at the tip. I don’t tease him—I’m too desperate. I lower myself onto him, my pussy swallowing his cock in one smooth motion. The way he fills me up, the way he stretches me, makes me moan before he’s even fully awake.
"Jacinta," he mumbles, his voice rough with sleep. "What the fuck are you doing?"
I smirk down at him, riding him slow and deep. "You know exactly what I’m doing. Sundays are for fucking. And I’m making sure you don’t waste a second of it."
He groans, his hands gripping my hips as I roll my hips against him. His cock is hitting all the right spots, and I can feel my orgasm building, coiling tight inside me. "Fuck, you feel so good," I gasp, grinding down on him harder.
He flips me onto my back, pinning me beneath him, his thrusts turning rough and desperate. "I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll squirt all over me, Jacinta. Come for me now."
I scream as my orgasm rips through me, my pussy clenching around his cock as I drench him. He growls, his own release crashing over him as he fills me with thick, hot cum. We’re both panting, covered in sweat, our bodies still trembling from the aftershocks.
Later that afternoon, Julian blindfolds me. I love this part—the not knowing, the way my other senses heighten. He ties the silk scarf around my eyes, and suddenly, every touch is amplified. His fingers trail down my stomach, his breath hot against my ear. "You’re so fucking wet already," he murmurs. "I can smell you."
I moan as he slides two fingers inside me, curling them just right. "Julian, please—"
He chuckles darkly. "Please what? You want my cock? My tongue?" He pulls his fingers out, and I whimper at the loss. Then I feel his mouth on me, his tongue lapping at my clit, slow and deliberate. I buck against his face, my hands tangling in his hair. "Fuck, yes, just like that," I gasp.
He pulls away, leaving me aching and desperate. "Not yet," he teases. "I want you to beg."
I bite my lip, already imagining what he’ll do next.
By evening, we’re both restless. Julian drags me into the living room, where we’ve set up a little voyeur’s paradise. He positions me on the couch, spread eagle, my legs tied to the armrests. "Watch," he orders, his voice rough with command. "I want you to see everything."
A knock at the door—our neighbor, Mark, who’s been flirting with me for months. He steps inside, his eyes immediately locking onto me, naked and exposed. Julian smirks at me. "You like him watching you, don’t you?"
I nod, my pussy already throbbing at the thought.
Mark doesn’t waste time. He strips down, his cock already hard, and joins me on the couch. Julian stands behind me, his hands roaming over my body while Mark sinks his fingers into my pussy. "You’re so fucking tight," Mark groans as he stretches me open.
Julian leans down, his lips brushing my ear. "You like that, don’t you? Two cocks at once?" His own cock presses against my ass, slick with lube, and I cry out as he pushes inside me. The fullness is overwhelming—both of them filling me, stretching me, owning me.
Mark fucks me hard, his cock hitting deep, while Julian’s fingers tease my clit. I’m a mess of moans and whimpers, my body caught between pleasure and pain. "Come for us, Jacinta," Julian growls. "Come all over our cocks."
And I do. My orgasm tears through me, my pussy clamping down on Mark’s cock while Julian’s fingers keep working me. Mark groans, his own release spilling inside me as Julian’s cock pulses in my ass, filling me with his cum.
We collapse together, a tangle of limbs and sweat. Julian pulls off my blindfold, his eyes dark with satisfaction. "Best Sunday ever," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.
I laugh, my body still trembling from the aftershocks. "Every Sunday with you is the best."
And it is. Because with Julian, every day feels like a new adventure in pleasure.