Me: Your face?
Dane: This cock.
Me: I’m drooling.
Dane: Show me that pretty little pussy.
Me: You didn’t say please.
Dane: Daddy doesn’t say please.
FUCKING HELL. His message hit like a physical strike. He was the devil, and I was already halfway to hell. My pussy purred and I practically melted against my seat, arching my back in response.
Me: You’re good. You’re really good.
Dane: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Me: Oh, I’m sure.
Dane: Do I need to say it again?
Me: Dane doesn’t like to wait?
Dane: Wrong. Try again.
Me: Daddy doesn’t like to wait?
Dane: There we go. That’s my girl.
Me: There are people.
Dane: That’s not what I asked.
I moaned; holy fuck, he was saying all the right things. My body had come alive and I was so needy. I did’t have a choice at this point, I needed to touch myself. I lowered my phone, pressed and held the recording button. With my free hand, I ran my index and middle finger up my sensitive lips. My hips jerked as my fingers slid over my clit.
“Fuck,” I hissed aloud as I pressed them into my heat. The phone was so close it would catch the wet noises. My arousal filled the car and any worry I had about being caught went out the window. I pressed send and licked my lips as I waited for him to watch it. I was pleased to find a little square waiting for me.
“You were so good for me,” Dane’s husky voice came out over the speaker as his Snarl played.
My fingers slid in and out of my pussy. His fingers gripped his length and the camera followed up his length. He slapped his tip on the camera a few times and my breath caught. He moved back and I was able to see most of his cock. He spat and it landed in his palm before he gripped his length. It slid up and down before squeezing his knot. His thighs tensed, abs flexed, as a growl rumbled through the speakers.
Knots.
He was the devil after my soul. What made it worse was I wanted nothing more than to drop to my knees in worship.
“Watch me while I fuck myself while I think of filling up your tight little pussy,” Dane rasped.
He didn’t have to tell me to watch him while he fucked his fist. The world could end and I wouldn’t bat an eye. I’d diestaring at the screen. His veins protruded on the back of his hand and ran up his forearms as he held his hand still and thrust his hips. Just the sound of his labored breathing made me want to roll my eyes into the back of my head, but I couldn’t blink. Wouldn’t. He angled the phone above him and I got an eagle-eye view of his tatted stomach, and every inch of his cock, down to his thighs. My deeply buried Omega instincts lifted their head as his movements picked up. I slid my fingers in and out of my wet pussy as Dane squeezed his knot. He thrust up off his bed, his hand worked his girth as he lowered the phone so his tip inched closer.
It was a rush knowing he was thinking of me. My fingers speared in and out and I tensed my ass as I imagined taking him. That voice whispered I was making him feel good. I gasped as I curled my fingers inside. I wanted to straddle him and feel every inch of him. I wanted him to fuck my pussy like he fucked his—I groaned as the white filled square stared up at me.
The Snarl finished. It was my turn. I pressed and held the button, widening my legs as I brought the phone lower. The girl who was afraid of being seen out here was gone. I slid my fingers in and out of my heat. The erotic sounds urged me forward and my digits disappeared before reappearing with glistening slick. My cunt tightened and squeezed around my fingers; I chased that high harder than I’ve chased anything.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I moaned as I came. Instantly, I removed my fingers and sent it.
I waited anxiously as he watched it. When the bubbles started dancing, announcing he was writing something, I nibbled on my lip until it disappeared and a Snarl came in a few seconds later.
“I thought you were my good girl,” Dane’s voice reverberated around me.
