Page 9 of Turn Me On
Her pussy lifted from my face and I managed to grunt,“Gladly,” before spilling myself all over my stomach.
“That was so fucking hot,” she moaned, sliding forward from my face to rest on my pecs. “I think your cum would make fantastic lube. Don’t you?”
She slid herself down my chest to my lower stomach, dragging her already drenched cunt through my cum. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and pushed up into a half-seated position to see her better. The cum had formed a pool all over my happy trail, and she swirled her pussy in it, coating herself in my climax.
For fuck’s sake, could she get any fucking sexier?
I wish I had another word for her. Something better than sexy, because she went beyond the definition of that word. I’d need to make one up. She was…sensexualy.
She turned to me, naked, round tits out, nipples hard. Her curls were askew and flipped over to one side of her face. “Want to put a plug in my ass and fuck me while everyone watches?”
The answer wasyes. Shecouldget sexier.Sensexualier.
No. That word was dumb. Sexy would have to do.
But alsoyesto what she was offering because of course I wanted that. Every fucking day of my life I wanted that.
“Yes.”
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I was spread-eagledon the platform bed, Rider stretching me beautifully for the purple vibrating plug I’d chosen, but my mind was elsewhere.
Not because the sex hadn’t been amazing up until now. It’d been fantastic, like it always was with him. But because IthoughtI caught a glimpse of someone behind the glass wall. It couldn’t be, though. We had an agreement. He would never come back to The AfterGlow, and Rider wouldn’t pound him into something resembling ground beef.
Besides, it was difficult to see through the glass with the way both rooms were lit. Lots of people had brown hair. Lots of people weretall. Those two defining factors didn’t meanhewas here after all this time away. He wouldn’t.
But…it really looked like him when he’d passed by the wall.
“Babe, are you good?” Rider whispered, face close to my ear as he crowded me with his body. “Do you need me to stop?”
“No, you’re doing great. It’s not you. I thought I saw…well, I thought I sawhimbehind the glass,” I said in a hushed voice. No need for the viewing room to overhear this particular conversation.
Moans? Yes. Dirty talk? Yes. Screams of pleasure? For sure. But worrying about a douchebag ex that was supposed to stay far away from my place of work suddenly showing up out of the blue to watch me get fucked by my husband?
Nope. Nope, nope, nope.
“What?” Rider exclaimed, sitting up and boring a hole through the partition with his eyes.
I grabbed his shoulders and yanked him back down on top of me. “Keep going. Don’t look,” I cautioned. “If he is here, I don’t want him to know it’s throwing me.”
He slipped a second finger in, already coated in lube, and massaged me from the inside.
“Is it? Throwing you, I mean.” His forehead was marred with worry.
I pushed a stray hair out of his face. “I’m all in my head. You know I have a hard time climaxing when I can’t turn off my brain.”
“Fuck,” he muttered. “What do you want to do, babe?”
“I don’t know.”
He glanced toward the wall separating us from the viewing room again. “Are yousureit’s him?”
I shook my head.
“Okay…then until we know for sure that it’s the shitwad, we keep going, yeah? You don’t have to orgasm. You’re still the most beautiful creature on planet-fucking-Earth whether you do or not.”
