Page 7 of Turn Me On (The AfterGlow #2)

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I hauled Charlie 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 offering Brad a 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 her legs 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 it inside 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 if option 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.

Make Brad watch my release drip from her pussy.

The pussy that belonged to me .

“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 the handholds 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.

She smiled. “I love you.”

“I fucking adore every part of you, babe. Now let me fuck your brains out while everyone watches.”

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 see how 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 your sweet, 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 member that angry,” 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.

“I told you I’d lick you clean,” I murmured against her cunt. “We always taste so good together.”

Brad punched the glass and I jolted against her.

“Rider…” Charlie started, reaching behind herself to tap me on the shoulder.

I got to my feet and slowly dragged the back of my hand across my mouth.

Brad was busy mouthing something that was most likely obscene.

His face was a weird shade of purple-red—a vein throbbing in his temple.

He was what I could only describe as hopping mad , which I found entertaining, but the other guests close enough for me to see were growing visibly uncomfortable.

Who was doing security tonight? The rotation must have just changed, otherwise, Brad would’ve been hauled out the first time his fist made contact with the partition.

Broad shoulders appeared behind the scumwad, and two large hands seized his shoulders. I glanced up—and if I’m glancing up, the dude must be crazy tall—and there was Michael. One of The AfterGlow’s largest men on staff hauled Brad from the room.

Before they reached the exit, I whistled long and sharp. Michael’s hand paused with the door halfway open, so I could tell he’d heard me, even though I could no longer make them out. “Don’t let him leave, eh? He needs to be dealt with!” I shouted .

Michael raised his hand and flashed me a thumbs-up silhouetted by the light coming in from behind the threshold, then ducked out with Wankface Brad in tow. As soon as I was done here, he was going to regret ever setting foot in this club again. No one messed with Charlie.

Fucking no one.