Page 4 of Turn Me On (The AfterGlow #2)

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I dropped to my knees on the pink padded cushion and grabbed Rider’s dick with one hand, making sure to keep everything in frame and not obscure any of the goods.

We’d made videos before, but only for The AfterGlow.

They ran on the closed-circuit TV and played on the screens in various rooms off and on throughout the night.

We weren’t the only ones, but I liked to think we were a fan favourite.

However, we’d never posted these videos anywhere else.

My sex work was exclusive to the club, and Rider’s work was exclusive to me.

This was a new venture for us, but I’d be damned if I didn’t say it titillated me to the core .

“I can always edit the video if we need, okay? So, don’t stress,” I whispered, stroking him lazily.

“The only thing I’m stressing about is my cock not being between your pretty lips,” he growled.

I straightened my back and let my mouth fall open.

He invaded me, hand cupping the back of my head, pressing me down further onto his dick.

With Rider, it wasn’t necessarily about length, but the thickness of his cock.

With him, I felt so insanely full, no matter what hole he used.

I wouldn’t compare it to a soda can, because that would be insane, but it was something to hold in your hands. Or mouth.

He used his grip on the back of my head to feed me his cock.

Rocking in and out of my mouth, he slid against my tongue inch by inch, letting me grow accustomed to his size and pace.

When I tipped my head back slightly, that was our signal for more.

He bucked into me and shoved my head forward, making me gag on him.

“Fuck, baby,” he grunted out, doing it again. “Keep making those noises, and this is going to be the shortest video we ever film, and I want to keep you choking on me as long as possible.”

I gagged again on purpose and he groaned.

If I could manage a grin while his fat cock was fucking my face, I would be smiling ear-to-ear.

Letting him take control was always a relief.

As much as I loved slobbering around him and bobbing up and down on his delicious dick, it could wear out my neck before the performance.

From this angle and height, he could work me however he wanted and all I had to do was enjoy the ride.

And fuck if I didn’t enjoy it.

I glided a hand up the back of his thigh and clamped my long nails on his meaty ass cheek while I swirled my tongue against the bottom of his shaft as he thrust in and out.

“Harder,” he rumbled. “I want to see half-moons carved into my ass for the next three days. Hurt me good, baby.”

My pussy walls trembled at his words, his encouragement.

He might not be the most verbose guy, but when it came to dirty talk, he was a whole different man.

I dug my nails in deep and it only spurred him on.

His thrusts picked up, and he supported the back of my head with his palm, allowing me to relax into him and open my throat.

I sucked in air through my nose, pacing myself, giving in to being his fuck toy.

When we were in the exhibition room, it was all about me.

So, when we had our own time, I enjoyed nothing more than showering him with whatever love he needed.

His cock hit the back of my throat, gagging me again, and he rumbled out in a low voice, “Taking it so well, pretty girl. Choke on me. Suck me down.”

I slipped a finger between his ass cheeks, rubbing him there. Lightly, not too much pressure. Just a tease of what could become more.

He faltered in his thrusts before regaining his composure. “Do you want me to bust down your throat, baby? Because you’re playing a dangerous game.”

I mumbled around his dick and gestured to my chest with one hand while applying more pressure to his hole.

“Fuck,” he moaned and pulled out—dick coated in my saliva—aiming himself at my tits.

I coughed and sputtered, pulling in a healthy lungful of air while he stroked himself through his orgasm, his cum painting my breasts.

He dropped to his knees in front of me, kissed me full on the mouth, and ran his fingers through his release, spreading it across my skin. “You look so sexy covered in my cum,” he hummed. “I want you to wear it tonight.”

“Whatever you want,” I replied, pulling him back in for another kiss as he rubbed his seed across my chest.

I opened for him, and he flicked his tongue against mine. Swirling, caressing, invading every inch of my mouth. His tongue danced against my own, moving in perfect time, finding a rhythm together. The languid movements stirred a heat in my belly.

He deepened the kiss, and I yielded to him once again.

Warmth radiated off his skin and onto mine as he laid me on the cushion.

One of his hands snaked around to my upper back, cradling me against him, while his other roamed down my waist and landed on one of the ties holding my underwear together .

“Do we have time for a little more?” he asked, breath hot against my chin.

“We do, but I kind of have something else I want to show you…”

“Something more important than me taking these panties off with my teeth and eating you until you scream?” He shook his head, brushing his nose against my own. “I don’t think so.”

“As much as I would love that, I’m actually excited to show you the other part of the surprise.”

“Okay, babe. But one last thing,” he rasped, flipping me over and spanking me hard on my ass. “I told you I was going to mark you up tonight. I meant it.”

His teeth bit down on my behind hard and quick. I yelped at the pinch but his hands were on me, massaging the pain away as quickly as it had come.

Sometimes, it was hard to believe this was my real life. Not so long ago, I would’ve been doubting myself before going on for a performance. Wondering if what I was doing was really okay, or if I was messed up somehow. But not with Rider. Never with him.

I sighed, content to just lay in our room if it meant his fingers kneading my ass like that for the foreseeable future. “You’re in a flirty little mood, aren’t you?”

“When am I not?” he asked.

Giggling, I regrettably shoved him off me. “Fair.”

I padded over to where my phone was clipped into the tripod, ended the recording, and flipped off the ring light. The video would require a bit of editing before being uploaded, but it wouldn’t take me long. I’d been editing the videos that play on The AfterGlow screens for the past few years.

My computer was already set up and ready to go. I sat in the black velvet desk chair I’d hauled in from the dressing room, transferred the video from my phone to the laptop, and opened a browser window. Rider was still lounging on the cool tile floor—bless him—so I called him over.

“What’s the surprise?” he asked, leaning over me to peer down at the screen.

I typed in the domain address I’d secured earlier this month and the webpage loaded instantly.

“Holy shit, babe!” He dropped to his knees beside me to get a better look. “Is this a website about you?”

“It’s for us .” I clicked on the different menu options, showcasing the hours of work I’d put into building a personalized website for our videos and performances at the lounge. “Do you like it?”

He took over the mouse and clicked back through the different pages. “I fucking love it. When can we upload our video?”

“If you give me time now, I can have it ready to go and uploaded before we perform tonight.”

His forehead wrinkled. “Will people know it’s there? How are they going to find the site?”

Twirling a curl around my finger, I replied, “I may have put the link in this month’s member newsletter.”

He shook his head. “But that goes out at the beginning of the month.”

“And?” I asked, dropping my head to the side.

“It’s been ready that long?”

I nodded. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while. And I knew tonight would be perfect for the launch, so I put that in the email. ”

“How did you know I’d agree to it all?”

I raised one eyebrow at him.

He laughed, accidentally falling back onto his alabaster-coloured ass. “Because I’d do anything for you?”

“Well, yes, but it was your idea in the first place.”

He screwed up his face again, scratching the back of his strawberry-tinted blond locks. “It was?”

“You’re so pretty.” I laughed, cupping his cheek in my palm.

The grin that overtook his face showed almost all his teeth.

My sweet man always basked in any praise.

Truly, I knew he would be okay with it all because he was the most supportive man I’d ever met.

After he brought it up months ago, it was a done deal; it was just a matter of when I pulled the trigger.

Tonight was the night.

I’d already rigged multiple cameras in the exhibition room to get us from different angles. Adam gave me the go-ahead weeks ago to film in the club as long as we split the profits sixty-forty on all videos filmed on the premises, and I was more than happy to make that agreement.

Later in the week, I’d stitch the videos together and upload it as premium content behind a paywall.

Our little DIY videos we filmed in private would mostly be free for whoever subscribed, but AfterGlow content would be extra since it would take me a lot more time to edit.

Regardless, I was practically bouncing out of my seat.

This was what I wanted to do. Performing at the lounge had been the highlight of my adult life, and taking it one step further was a new journey we could embark on together.

Yes—tonight was the night, and nothing could get in the way.