Chapter 21
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
LOCH
Her stare volleys from me to my laptop, then back at me, confessing, “Half of me wants to be DirtTGirl with you online. It’s my kink. But half of me, Alena, doesn’t feel beautiful enough to do it yet. It’s my insecurity.”
No, it’s her bravery. Her honesty. It’s the contrast to my lies, making her even more stunning. Awe and arousal crest inside me. I need to please her, but I’m protective.
“Alena, half of me wants to show you off.” Fuck, my dick twitches. “But half of me wants to hide you forever, because ALL of me knows you’re so goddamn sexy and mine.”
She won’t stop chewing her plump bottom lip.
“I almost believe you when you say I’m beautiful.
It’s like when I do a rescue; I have to leap and believe in my body,” she reasons.
“And you make me feel sexy. That’s what LuvPounder taught me.
To be bad and bold for him. And then, you, Loch, taught me to feel free wearing a mask, and… ”
Fuck, all the kinky ways I want to please her. In front of the whole world, but…
“Babygirl, I’ll always pleasure you, but I’ll never hurt you. And you said you wanted to go slow. And you can’t ever show your face online. It’s too risky.”
She assumes I worry about her job, and I do. But I worry about her heart. I won’t rush her. Also, her father, my family, and every threat I’m trying to protect her from. Even myself.
But she beams with a sudden plan, aiming for my door. “I’ll be right back.”
“Where are you going?”
“It’s Fate. Leather and lace,” she calls over her shoulder. “Imagine how hot we’ll look together online.”
Oh.
Shit.
My dick swells, straining in my leather pants while my brain catches up. Reasoning how I can fulfill Alena’s fantasies without risking her life. Hell, mine too. Because I really will take a hundred bullets from Nash Allen if he ever finds out his daughter is with @LuvPounder on OnlyFans.
But his daughter is a grown woman. A very grown—stepping back into my cabin with her lace mask in hand and, oh fuck, her dildo in the other—woman.
My dick surges, but I worry. “Alena, what do you want to do?”
She steps my way, half shy, half sexy, completely killing me.
“I’m not sure yet,” she says. “I just know I want to do it with you, Loch Waring. I trust you. Only you.”
Her trust?
It’s a gift. One I’ll protect, but lose, and I’ll have to fight like hell until my dying day to get it back.
I already know.
So I’ll cherish every moment Alena gives me, trying to make us as strong as we can be before the lies rip us apart.
People can’t know who I am, or who she is. But they can know we are together.
Taking her hand, I lead her around to the other side of my laptop. We stand with my legs in black leather, her sexy thighs in nothing, filling the screen as I unmute my mic, lifting the boom to my lips.
“Here she is,” I tell my fans. They’ve been anxiously waiting, filling the chat with it.
“I’ve been falling for this beautiful woman for years online, and now she’s finally with me.
She has a real name and every piece of my heart, and I won’t share it with anyone else, but my DirtTGirl wants us to share this… ”
I kiss Alena’s lips, off-screen, whispering in her ear, “Trust me, and I’ll always please you. Just enough to make you feel dirty, never degraded. Is that what you want?” She nods against my cheek. “That’s my Babygirl. Now, put on your mask and kneel for my dick.”
She gasps, trepidation, then thrill, darting across her gaze. But she obeys, whispering, “Yes, Sir.”
Tugging her mask on, all it reveals are her smiling rosebud lips as she lowers to her knees.
Her profile, covered in white lace, fills the screen, her damp, tawny waves spilling over her shoulders and white tank top.
I check the screen to be sure you can’t tell it’s her before I turn, grabbing one of the pillows from my bed.
“Show them how you love serving me, DirtTGirl.”
She gazes up at me through white lace, resting her knees on my pillow before placing one hand on my leather-clad leg, the other fisting her dildo for the screen.
The urges rousing through me are dark, depraved, and what she wants. I know how dirty @DirtTGirl can be. It suddenly gets me so fucking hard.
But with my Babygirl? We’ll go slow.
Well, slow for my woman who really wants to get her kink on, but she’s not sure how. Trusting me to know. To care for her. To please her.
“Lift your little tank top, DirtTGirl, and show them the pretty nipples you want me to suck while they watch.”
Her breath changes, obeying. Her soft skin prickles, excited once it’s exposed. Her nipples harden before my eyes, like pink diamonds I’ll cherish later.
The chat explodes, notifications dinging with salacious praise.
“Good girl. Now, show off your perfect tits while you suck your dildo,” I order her. “Show everyone how you get it wet with spit before you fuck your pretty pussy for me.”
Alena moans, compliant, locking her gaze with mine as she wraps her lips around her thick toy. I can see her dark eyelashes under her lace hood, fluttering with desire.
I stroke my erection, straining under leather for her. “You want this real dick in your mouth, DirtTGirl, fucking your throat while you fuck your dildo, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispers lowly, disguising her voice, spit webbed from her dildo to her lips.
I probe. “It’s your filthy fantasy, isn’t it?
Taking two dicks?” She nods. “Want me to tell everyone how I know?” She nods again, making my tip drip.
“How last summer, I told you to go to the grocery store and buy a cucumber, some condoms, and some olive oil for me. Didn’t you?
” Alena nods, pinching her nipple. Fuck, she’s perfect for me.
“The cashier was a man. He knew you were a dirty girl, didn’t he?
” She moans, sucking her dildo. “That you were my DirtTGirl because you sucked one and fucked the other for me in our chat that night, didn’t you? ”
“Yes, Sir,” she rasps. “I love being a slut for you.”
Good god, this feels so filthy. The real her. The real me. Our real kinks revealed. They’re not wrong when they feel this right.
I brush my thigh over her pointed nipple. Teasing it. “You’ve been my DirtTGirl for years, and now I’m yours. So, tell me what you want.”
“You, Sir,” she whispers, singing to my soul as she leans forward, licking the leather over my swollen dick.
The chat explodes, loving us as I gaze down, my thighs starting to quiver at her wet kisses, long licks, and gentle bites over my leather. Fuck, Alena was right. I glance at my laptop screen—leather and lace—we’re an erotic sight together.
“You want this dick? The one that gets so fucking hard for you?”
It’s not a hallucination. Alena’s two women in one, dirty and innocent, my ultimate waking fever dream.
“Please, Sir.”
She nibbles my shaft, and I order, “Drag my zipper down with your teeth.”
The chat dings, over and over, wildly agreeing.
Her breath deepens. So does mine, watching Alena nip at my zipper until she has it firmly clenched between her teeth, slowly obeying. As she tugs it down, my dick springs free, jutting high and hard, my tip dripping with precum for her.
“Oh my god.” She drops my zipper, gasping at my painful size, my desperate need for her, and now I regret her mask.
I need to see Alena’s eyes.
Because there’s something in her breath, I’m so attuned to it. It’s my training. My past. My obsession with her. She breathes with an anxious innocence I’ve known as well.
Holy shit.
I reach over, slamming the laptop shut, ending the show. We’re no longer online. No cameras. No audio.
It’s just me and her.
“Alena, have you done this before?”
“No, but I want to do it with you.” Her voice is sure.
But my heart swells, gently tugging her mask off, her tawny waves tumbling free. “You’ve never sucked a man’s cock before?”
Her lashes flutter, adjusting to the light. “I haven’t done a lot of things before. I might as well be a virgin, and I’m so tired of it. Please, I want to do everything with you.”
“You want to do stuff like this? You want to suck my cock online one day?”
She blushes, almost embarrassed. “Does that make me bad?”
Blood rushes to my dick like never before, my thumb trailing over her bottom lip. “Never, Babygirl. That makes you ALL mine.”
My training is gone at the promise of her. I’m eighteen again and, like her, embarrassed to say it, but it’ll be obvious in minutes.
“Give me control over this because I’m going to fucking lose it the second my cock is in your virgin mouth.”
“Yes, Sir.” She opens her lips. My heart. My world; I’m hers.
“You see how my dick drips cum for you? Only you?” I use my muscles, making it jump as I squeeze out a drop.
“Yes, Sir.” She pants at the sight.
“You’re going to make me come so fucking fast for you, aren’t you?”
Her breath blows over my shaft. “Yes, Sir.”
“Lick it.” I fist my base, pushing my tip down to her lips. “Lick my hard dick while you slide that dildo into your wet pussy for me. Show me how you’ve wanted me for years.”
Because, fuck, I’ve wanted her so goddamn bad.
Her tongue swipes under my slit, gathering my salty drop, and I groan, tortured by the sight of Alena’s hands tugging her sexy shorts aside, revealing her tawny pussy hair that drives me insane.
Hungrily, she slides the slick toy into her cunt while her warm tongue flicks my sensitive tip, exploring the rigid vein in my shaft, gliding all the way to my balls. My thighs fucking shake for her. Gazing down, watching her do it, her exposed tits making me lose my mind.
“My DirtTGirl,” I praise, fisting her hair. “My big dick is the first and only dick you’ll ever suck. Say it.”
“Yes, Sir.” She kisses the creamy drops on my tip.
“Good girl. Now let me watch you fuck your pretty pussy too. Slide your dildo in and out. That’s it. Let me hear you get so wet and creamy for me.” My taunt makes her moan. “Your nipples are so fucking hard for me. See?” I reach down, gently pinching one.