Beautiful
A few minutes later, I pulled off the shoulder and put the car in park at a free spot in the Cell Phone Lot.
Afraid of falling asleep, I got up and grabbed my phone off the seat before I reclined all the way.
The silence was uncomfortable. I hit the play button, then immediately silenced the music when a SnarlChat notification lit up the screen.
I ignored the texts from my mom and smiled.
Me: Damn. I did.
Dane: Show me how much you missed me.
I groaned. My eyes snapped to the car parked in front of me to the rearview mirror where another sat behind me. I leaned my head against the window and blew out a breath. There’s no way.
Me: You have the worst timing.
Dane: Tell me about it.
Me: I’m at the airport.
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.
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 die staring 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.
“I am,” I responded.
“I don’t remember telling you to stop,” his voice growled over the speakers.
“Fuck,” I gasped.
My eyes zeroed in on his fingers as they twisted around his cock as he continued jerking it.
Veins stuck out along the length and I wanted to drop to my hands and knees and take him in my mouth.
My eyes widened. The urge hit me like a physical blow, primal and unbidden: I wanted to drop to my knees and take him.
It was a hunger I didn’t recognize, a craving that belonged to a version of myself I hadn’t met yet.
With Amos, sex had been a tax I paid to stay safe; with Dane, it was a debt I was starving to owe.
“Go on. Play with your pussy,” Dane groaned. My lips parted as I watched him tug on his cock.
“But I—”
“I know, baby. You’re sensitive, aren’t you?” His tone grew husky.
“Mm-hmm,” I hummed.
“Trust me. Slide those pretty fingers into your pussy. Fuck yourself like I am right now and I promise you it’ll feel good.
” His voice was hypnotic, and I found it hard not to obey.
He kept the same pace. My fingers slid back into my pussy and my body jerked as they touched my sensitive clit.
“Are you fucking yourself? I bet you are because you’re my good girl.
Trust Daddy and let me show you how good it can be with me. ”
I whimpered as I followed his movements. My hand shook as my fingers darted in with a squelch. His rhythm picked up. It was rougher, harsher, and I mirrored him.
“Oh, Dane,” I whimpered as I spread my legs wide and lifted my ass off the seat.
“Just like that. You’re doing so good,” he purred. My toes curled at the praise as he fucked his fist hard.
“Are you going to cum?” He asked.
“Yes,” I groaned.
“Good girls get rewards. Do you want yours?” Dane growled. I opened my mouth, but before I could answer, he continued talking. “Of course you do. Fuck that pussy hard and fast for me. Right now. Fuck that sweet little cunt. Oh, fuck. That’s my girl.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“Dane!” I screamed as my body convulsed.
“Open your mouth so I can give it to you,” he hissed.
He wasn’t here. I didn’t have to do what he said, but I obeyed. My lips parted and I stuck out my tongue as cum spurted from his tip and splashed on the phone. There was a sheen of sweat on his tatted abdomen. His thighs tense as his knot expanded.
The need to taste him was strong. My pussy squeezed tightly around my fingers and my body drooped as I relaxed against the seat. His thumb slid over his tip, the cum coating his length.
Beautiful. That’s what Dane was. Fucking beautiful.
My eyes darted around, scanning to see if anyone had seen. I swallowed as I pulled my fingers out and fixed my seat so I was sitting up. My phone dinged and I swiped the screen.
Dane: I hope you liked your reward.
I don’t know how many times I re-read his text.
Hope? He hoped I liked the cumshot? Liked?
I more than liked it. My mouth still watered from the need to lick up every last drop.
Dane had completely succeeded in getting me to switch off the voice in my head—the one that reminded me of why I didn’t like being touched and told me I couldn’t step outside my comfort zone.
With Dane, the brain fog cleared, the fear was gone, and I could just be.
As if the stars aligned as soon as I came for Dane, not once, but twice, my phone dinged. A notification from Monstagram popped up. Tapping on it, I had a message from Fale. I put the car in drive as her message opened up. She’d arrived.