Page 12 of Turn Me On
She smiled. “I love you.”
“I fucking adore every part of you, babe. Now let me fuck your brains out while everyonewatches.”
I lifted her from the chair and she wrapped her legs around me. Brad was right there, inches from the glass, staring us down.His face was a deep shade of red instead of the normal beige. What a fucking weirdo. But I had an inkling of why he’d shown up.
The video I’d sent him three days ago.
The video of me burying my tongue and fingers so deep in Charlie’s pussy, she squirted all over my face.
Yeah. That was probably it.
I set her feet down on the floor, spun her around, and shoved her against the wall. Brad was right there, only separated from us by a half-inch of glass. His eyebrows were pulled down, wrinkling his forehead. A constant twitch in his upper lip pulsed over and over. We were riling him up. It probably didn’t help that her plump tits were pressed against the surface, as was her soft belly, and she had her hands splayed out on either side of her shoulders. My beautiful woman, completely bare to him, and there wasn’t even a single hair on her head he could touch. I lined myself up with her pussy and rammed myself back home.
Intertwining my fingers with hers, I whispered in her ear, “Look at him, babe. Look at him while I fuck you senseless. Let him seehow much fucking better I am for you than he ever was.”
I snaked my arm around her waist and down her front, stopping only once my fingers found her clit.
“Play with it,” she whined. “Make me break while he watches and can’t do a damn thing about it.”
I put a finger on either side of her clit and rubbed up and down continuously. The move was always a sure-fire way to bring her to the brink in a matter of minutes. I picked up the pace of my thrusts, the coiling in my stomach growing stronger with each stroke.
Brad banged a fist against the glass, and she jumped. I held tighter to her curves and kissed the side of her neck. If we spoke loud enough, he’d be able to hear us. Sound only went one way through this glass wall. He could rage all he wanted, and we’d never hear a thing. But he could hear us.
He could hear me.
“Show him how all your orgasms are mine, now, baby. Only I get to run my fingers through your wet slit. Only I get to fuck you this way. Only I get to feel the inside of yoursweet, sopping pussy,” I growled loud enough for Dickweasel Brad to hear.
I threw him a cheeky grin as well. Sometimes, I couldn’t help myself.
The walls of her cunt began to flutter around my dick. She always was a sucker for a dirty mouth, and damn, did I love to talk her into a climax.
“Scream for me, Charlie. Show him how fucking good I make you feel,” I rasped in her ear.
Brad banged his fist against the glass again, a snarl tugging at his lips.
Her hips bucked against me, a guttural moan building in her throat, so I kept everything as it was. Fingers, cock, and dirty whispers in her ear. As soon as she came, I’d allow myself the same pleasure. Fill up her pussy, and let the crowd observe as it dripped out.
“I love you, Rider,” she whispered alongside a low, keening groan as she shuddered against me.
With her admission, I shot my load inside her—jets of cum filling her cunt—hips faltering in pace. Her tensed body relaxed and fell against mine, and I enveloped her in my arms.
“I love you, too.”
“Don’t pull out. Not yet,” she breathed.
I left my half-hard cock in her while holding her from behind. “That felt like a big one for you.”
She sighed. “It was. It really fucking was.”
I licked her cheek. “You love an audience.”
“I do. Especially when it involves making a particular audience memberthatangry,” she said with a snicker, not caring that her ex could hear her as clear as day.
“Let’s fuel the fire a bit more,” I said, getting to my knees and burying my face between her legs from behind.
She gasped. “Rider!”
I lapped up my release and hers, sucking at her wet pussy, tasting both of us on her sweet skin. She shivered when my tongue plunged into her hole, and I wrapped my arms around the front of her thighs.
