Another Snarl came in, the little square daring me to ignore him. I opened it and my lips parted as his thumb dragged over the tip. The slick glistened and I dragged my tongue against my bottom lip.Knots.
Me: You are… terrible.
Dane: lol
Me: There are people around.
Dane: Does that bother you?
Me: It should.
Dane: But does it?
Me: No.
I was internally screaming at this point because what the hell was I doing?
Dane: I didn’t think it did. Are you going to show me how much you’ve missed me? Or are you going to be a bad girl?
Fuck.
Dane: Do you want to please me?
It was like he knew. How can he see my innermost desires when we’ve never met? The need to please, to be praised. It’s like a fucking calling. He can dominate and make me feel better than any man ever has without even touching me.
Me: Yes.
Dane: Don’t make me wait, Babygirl.
Am I really going to do this?
The use of that pet name should have made me cringe, but it didn’t. It had the opposite effect. My pussy was drenched. It was producing slick. Something it hadn’t done in years. All because of this fantasy he’s painted for me. I closed my eyes and envisioned the large Alpha who wants to control me, use me, take me as he stared down his nose at me. It was awakening a part of me that had been out of commission.
With Dane, I don’t have to think about what’s waiting for me at home, or the shitty ex that’s having me pick up his sister from the airport. I wanted to feel good. And just like that, I had my answer.
I put my phone on the dash before pulling my pants down until they’re around my ankles. My mouth was dry, but my pussy was the very fucking opposite. With each second, she wept for him. My breasts were hard peaks and my breathing came out harsher, quicker. My gaze locked on the car in front of me. If the driver looked into their rear view mirror, would they know what I’m doing?
I swiped my phone off the dash and lay back. I held it above me, pressing the button to give him a view before lowering it and widened my legs so my pussy lips separate for him. The slick spread, and from this angle, he would see. I wanted to touch myself, but I didn’t. He said show him and that’s all I’ll do. I pressed send and watched as he opened it immediately, the box opening. The bubbles pop up to show that he’s writing, but then they disappear, and I smile because I had rendered him speechless. When the bubbles popped up again, I eagerly waited for him to send it.
Dane: Fuck, you look good. I want to lick up every drop of your slick. I want to watch as you cum on my face.
My jaw dropped. My ex treated my pleasure like an unnecessary chore, a box he never bothered to check. But Dane… he spoke about it like a craving. The mental image hit me with the force of a physical touch: Dane’s head between my thighs, those dark, wavy locks tangled in my frantic grip while he had me begging. My pussy pulsed, a deep, heavy thrumming that made it impossible to stay still. I’d spent six years being used; I had no idea how to handle being worshiped.
Me: Yes. Please.
Dane: I’m waiting.
Me: For?
Dane: More.
Me: You asked for me to show you. I did that.
Dane: You are a tease.
Me: ??
Dane: I’ve got something you can kiss.
