Page 9 of Knot My Only Fan

“You know the rules of level three, Mac. I can do it, but no camera on my pussy.”

That’s when I notice he is already stroking his cock, his groans getting deeper as the time moves on. These men always like to show me how turned on they are, and they like me to watch as they come.

“Oh yes, Mac.”

I turn the camera onto my tits as I squeeze my nipple at the same time I suck my index finger, sliding in and out of my mouth, licking around the sides, trying to mimic the sounds of my fingers being inside me. I pull my fingers out, making sure there is plenty of wetness, and moan.

“Oh fuck,” he groans.

“Oh Mac, I’m nearly there already. You sound like you are, too.”

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,”

“What the fuck are you doing!” a female voice screams.

“Shit!” he grunts as he tries to pull his boxer shorts over his hard dick. “Sorry.”

A second later, the camera goes black.

I shouldn’t chuckle but can’t help myself. He wanted a sugar baby, but he has someone already living with him. I feel duped.

Not really, but I feel pissed I didn’t get a tip.

There’s another chime from the app and I smile at the screen when I see Henry’s name.

I click to answer.

This time it’ll be real. There’s something about him that helps me to get myself off, and I can’t deny that I love getting him off, too.

His mouth is the dirtiest of all my subscribers, and he’s certainly my favorite and most generous customer.

“Hi Henryluvsbetas,” I say with a smile. I used to roll my eyes at his username, now I just love to see it.

“Hi beautiful,” he says, making me swoon, even though I know he probably says it to every girl he subscribes to. “Are you already wet for me? I’ve been waiting for you to take my call, so I’m assuming you had a client before me.”

“But you know you’re my favorite, Henry.”

“What did he ask you to do?” There’s a bitterness in his tone, and I choose to ignore the question.

“You know I can’t discuss other clients. You wouldn’t like me discussing you,” I reply. “Why are you on edge tonight?”

“It’s nothing.” He pauses for a moment, I hear as he sips on something. “I just needed to hear your voice.”

I smile.

“Can I ask if you really get off talking to me or is this for my benefit?” he asks, surprising me.

I laugh. If only he knew that I’ve recorded his voice and sometimes listen to him at night.

I’d stalk him day and night if I knew where he lived. That’s why I’m glad I don’t. “I need this as much as you do.” It’s true. I do. He is my only source of pleasure and I can’t stop it.

“There’s no man to satisfy you in real life?”

“Nope.” I clear my throat. The conversation isn’t normally about me, or him. Yes, we talk, but not about relationships. He is definitely going through something right now. I know that feeling. I could tell him about my awakening, just to get an alpha’s point of view. But I know I shouldn’t. “I expect I’ll meet the man of my dreams somewhere I least expect.”

“So I’m not the man of your dreams, Scarlett?”

“You’re the only man I dream of at the moment,” I say quickly.

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