Page 6 of Turn Me On
“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 headwith 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 ahealthy 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 ifit 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 hisknees beside me to get a better look. “Is this a website about you?”
“It’s forus.” 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.”
