Page 23 of Turn Me On
“Essentially. Though you do it much harder.”
Scrubbing his hands over his face, he said, “I’m so sorry.”
I pointed the crop directly at his face, almost touching the tip of his nose. “Don’t say you’re sorry. I like it. You like it. No apologies.”
He sighed. “Right. But that fucking stings.”
“It’s not so bad when you mix in a bit of pleasure,” I murmured, positioning myself perfectly over his cock. Slowly, I rubbed myself back and forth against his length.
It didn’t take long for me to coat his dick in my wetness. I slid across him easily, glidingagainst him, the friction perfect on my pussy. He groaned as a dribble of precum seeped from his tip. As soon as his eyes closed, I slapped the crop against his thigh.
“Fuck,” he bit out.
“Better though?”
He exhaled roughly from his nose before nodding.
“Want a little more?” I pressed myself firmly against him, lowering myself as much as I could to have every part of my pussy working the outside of his cock.
A loud groan left his lips. “Yes. Keep going.”
Continuing to slip along his cock, I teased him with the crop. Striking his thigh, his arm, his shoulder. Enjoying each time his body quaked and quivered under mine. The electricity in my stomach was building. My giant man writhing under me definitely helped matters. Watching him flinch and anticipate the next strike was like catnip.
A little impact play with Rider was something I could get used to.
I reached behind me and snapped his thigh one more time—harder than any other strike—and he cried out, his shout a mix of aheady groan and painful wail. The sound went straight to my pussy, and I started to pulse around him. I pumped myself against his cock, breathing deep.
“Fuck,” he drew the word out long and low. “I think…I think I’m going to come.”
“Me too,” I moaned, dropping the crop and focusing solely on my pleasure.
I used him like one of my grinder toys. Back and forth. Back and forth. My eyes flitted closed and I let my head fall forward. My palms found the hard muscle of his chest, and I used him as leverage to ride out my orgasm. The ridge of his tip hit my clit in a way that made the walls of my cunt throb with each pass.
Again.
Again.
Again.
“Goddamn, babe,” Rider grunted.
My eyes snapped open just in time to see his climax overtake his body. His muscles tightened beneath my thighs, his eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in a deep and overwhelming rumble. The moment his cum surged from his cock, I lost it.
I did that to him. I caused that.
Me.
My groan matched his voice in volume as we fell over the edge together—each covered in fierce red impressions of our love. I stuttered in my movements as I let myself dive headlong into the sharp satisfaction of my climax.
“Yes, fuck!” I cried, tensing and breathing and letting every sensation sweep through my body. “So good.”
“Charlie,” he breathed, sitting up to meet me and capturing my lips with his own.
His movements were unhurried—relaxed. When his tongue teased the seam of my lips, I grinned and let him in. Every time his tongue swept over mine, butterflies circled my insides. Even after all this time together, he still wound me up like it was our first time fooling around.
This would make an amazing video for our site, but I might omit this last part. This was just for us. For me. The world could have me on the bondage bench, but only I got Rider on the floor at my mercy.
He broke away from the kiss and buried his head in the crook of my shoulder. “Have I ever told you how much I fucking love you?”
