Page 11 of Turn Me On
“Let him see what he missed out on. Let him see what it looks like when you’re with a real man.” He bit down on the crook of my neck and I cried out. “Let him watch me mark you.”
I dared a peek at the glass wall and, sure enough, there he was.
Fuckin’Brad.
Arms crossed, nose in the air, chin jutted out like he was superior to all this.
I ran my fingers through Rider’s wavy hair. “Just tell me what to do.”
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I hauledCharlie over to the sex swing hanging from the ceiling near the corner of the room. It was placed only a few feet from the glass partition, offering watchers an up close and personal view of anyone who used it to fuck.
Well, we’d be offeringBrada front row opportunity to watch his ex get fucked good, hard, and long. By me. If he came to play, we’d play. But we’d also win.
“Sit down and spread those full fucking legs for me, babe,” I commanded.
She anchored herself in the swing, placing a foot in each hold, and grasped the top handles. Once seated, she opened herlegs just as directed, and I fell to my knees. I found heaven between her thighs. Every single time I sank between them and had the honour of bringing her to her climax with my tongue, I counted myself so stupidly lucky. How did I live and breathe oxygen when all I wanted to do was inhale her pink pussy every day of my life?
I flattened my tongue against her cunt, doing long, slow passes up to her most sensitive point. My cock desperately wanted to slide into her weeping pussy, but I wanted Brad to see how well she was loved. How thoroughly she got fucked. How damn much I worshipped and adored every inch of her.
I sank my tongue inside her hole, spearing her with it, licking up her arousal and my own. Once her taste completely filled my mouth, I got to my feet. I didn’t wipe her away. Instead, I let her juices and mine linger there, glistening on my scruff in the hot pink light of the room.
“Are you desperate for my cock yet?” I growled.
“I’ve been aching for it all night,” she whimpered.
I took hold of my length and guided itinside her. Once I was fully seated, her head dropped back into the air and she rolled it around, moaning as she stretched around my considerable thickness.
“You want me to fuck you? Or do you want to fuck yourself on me?” I rumbled.
The swing was great for either option. I could rail her literally anywhere. If there was a will, there was a way. In fact, we’d managed to get frisky in an economy-sized airplane bathroom, a storage closet, and even in the backseat of a Mini Cooper.
Just because I was a big, broad guy didn’t mean I couldn’t find a way to satisfy my woman wherever we were. So, if she wanted me to fuck her senseless while she hung on for dear life, I would. But if she wanted to bounce on my dick using the leverage of the swing, that was good with me, too. All that mattered was her pretty pussy wrapped around my throbbing cock. As long as she fucking milked me for all I was worth, I was a happy man.
I was pretty sure that would be how I chose to die. My number one option being never dying and screwing the ever-loving-shit out of Charlie for the rest of our days. But ifoption number two was death, I wanted to be fucked so good by her that it killed me. There was no other way I would rather go out. Death by Charlie.
“Fuck me,” she said on a sigh.
I pushed her up against the glass wall, using the swing to keep her suspended, and drove into her. The expanse of her ass pressed into the glass, putting it on display for all to see. Her tits bounced with each thrust. There was no holding back. I wanted to fucking explode inside her like a cum-filled water balloon, soaking her from within, and watch it drip out. MakeBradwatch my release drip from her pussy.
The pussy that belonged tome.
“Can we do this every day?” I asked. “My dick fucking misses you whenever we take a break.”
She laughed and it morphed into a sensual groan. “I need time to recover.”
“Every second I’m not in you, I’m dreaming of being in you. I was put on this earth to bring you pleasure. To fuck you senseless. To praise you with my cock,” I rasped.
“More,” she moaned, releasing thehandholds and wrapping her arms around my neck.
“If I can’t lick, suck, and nip at you until you shudder, I’m a shell of myself. I want my fingers inside you, pumping you while you clamp down and scream out your release. When you choke my dick or pulse against my tongue, I lose my fucking mind. My favourite taste is your arousal. I want your juices in my mouth and coating my cock. I want to wear it to bed and sleep with the scent of you on me.”
“Holy fuck, Rider. That mouth of yours.”
“Every single one of your holes belongs to me, and I would fuck them every day, all day if that’s what you wanted. For the rest of my life, I get to eat you and suck you and stick my dick inside your soaking cunt. I can hardly believe you’re mine,” I panted.
