Alpha's Good Girl

Chapter 4

Vera

His hand tugged up on his length slow as if he was enjoying it as much as I was. That or he got off on knowing I would watch him. He sighed, and the phone moved, giving me a wider look. I could see his tatted stomach, and I stared as if in a trance as his stomach flexed. His hand slid down his length and my fingers slid down my stomach and between my legs. I slipped my fingers into my wet heat and gasped as I followed his movements. The snarl ended as he started to pick up speed and opened up the chat. His little avatar popped up from the bottom of the screen and I knew he was here in the chat. I pressed the camera button and lowered the phone between my legs. I lifted my leg up and placed my foot flat on the bed. I swallowed as I pressed and held the button to record.

As soon as it started, I slid my finger into my p***y. I gasped and pulled them out at the same speed he’d started to jerk himself to before the recording stopped. I fingered myself, pushing my finger in and out until it took my finger to the knuckle. I moaned and hoped he would love it when he played my Snarl. The image of him tugging on his c**k as he watched me finger myself had me picking up speed. “Oh,” I whimpered as I spread my legs wider. I was so wet; the squelching sounds of my arousal filled the room and I groaned. I needed to go faster, I needed-the Snarl ended.

“Dammit,” I cursed. I pulled my fingers out and closed my legs. He clicked on my Snarl the second it sent and I clenched my thighs together as I waited. The three dots popped up telling me he was typing.

Dane: Goddess, your p***y is so f*****g sexy.

Me: You think so? I think your c**k is the biggest I’ve seen.

Dane: Yeah?

Me: Hell yeah.

Dane: Mm… use two fingers when you f**k yourself. I’m loving seeing you f**k yourself, but I’m at least four fingers side by side. I need you to be able to take me when we see each other. Can you do that for me?

Goddess, he was lewd, and I loved it. I’d never met a man who was the same as my book boyfriends. I recently started reading again because I wasn’t allowed to for years. It was as if Dane hand jumped off the page and was coming for me. He said all the yummy sinful things. Wait. Did he say what I think he did? Four fingers side by side?! I lifted my fingers in front of me and lined them up, closing the space between them. My jaw dropped and my eyes just about popped out of my head. There was no way he was this thick. My ex hadn’t been this big and just like that disgust filled me. I closed my eyes tight and took deep breaths. No. I’m not going to do that. I compared everyone to him, and I hated it. Even though a part of me felt giddy knowing Dane was bigger than him. The three dots popped up again.

Dane: I hope I didn’t scare you away…

Me: Oh, no, you didn’t. You just scared me. I knew you were big, but… that’s…

Dane: ;)

Another Snarl came in and I clicked on it hungrily. My eyes locked on the screen as my legs fell open. My fingers found my sensitive nub and I twitched. I swallowed as I did what he said and pushed two fingers into me. I wanted to go slow but I copied the pace that he set in his video. I thrust my fingers into the knuckle and groaned as I took it. I pushed my hips forward; I was at the edge of the bed. Anymore and I’d fall off. I watched as he jerked himself off, my name on his lips as his muscular thighs flexed. His hand clenched around his c**k and he lifted his hips. With every stroke of his hand, he thrust up into his fist and I moaned. The Snarl ended and I cursed.

I angled the phone and hit the camera button to record. I was a whimpering mess as I fingered myself to the images of him. The veins in his c**k, the darker pink of his balls, the way the tattoos on his stomach grew taunt as he flexed his abdomen. My fingers moved fast and hard as I f****d myself and imagined it was him. “Yes, right there, Dane. f**k me with your big, fat, c**k. Oh, Goddess,” I moaned. I came, my body twitched as I continued sliding my fingers in and out. I knew he’d like this. He’d see me come and would speed up his movements. He’d chase his orgasm as he watched me clench around my fingers, my c*m sliding from my body. I was breathing heavily but didn’t care. I pulled my fingers out and got a close up of my p***y lips and the mole above my clit. I sent it and he opened it automatically.

A few minutes later, I got a Snarl and watched as he f****d his fist. Groaning as he told me I was a good girl. My p***y gripped his c**k like it didn’t want to let go. I moaned as his husky voice caused a shiver to run down my spine. I watched as he pumped his hips faster, harder, and his hand clenched his c**k like a glove. He cursed as he came, and I licked my lips as I watched it spurt from his tip. It shot out and oozed down his length like lava. When the Snarl closed, the chat opened up and there was one sentence. I swallowed and knew I could never meet him in person. He was dangerous. He wouldn’t be good for my heart.

Dane: You’re f*****g perfect.