Page 92 of Unwrapping Deviance

Without a word, I unhook my belt and crawl over the console into his lap. He has to adjust his seat back and recline slightly, but I hug his sides with my knees and wrap him in my arms.

“I love you, Daniel,” I murmur into the side of his warm neck. “Nothing will ever change that.”

It’s impossible to miss his deep exhalation, or the way his arms tighten across my back. His fingers glide down my hair once before tugging on the strands, pulling until my face is lifted to his.

“Say it again.”

I don’t falter. Don’t hesitate. I cup his smooth, warm cheeks, brush my thumbs into the hollows the way he does for me and watch something sharpen in his eyes. It focuses his scrutiny. His chest expands as if I’ve hit him in the sternum.

But I lean in and skim his lips with mine once. “I love you,” I tell him again.

Daniel groans softly. His fingers slide beneath the weight of my hair to cup the back of my neck. My face is jerked closer. My lips are captured.

He kisses me with the weight of a man barely hanging on. A man on the cusp of losing his grip on reality and I’m the only anchor to his sanity. He consumes me with a primal and ravenous need that makes me too aware of the fact that his cock is right beneath my core.

Suddenly the need to pee is a temporarily distant memory as I let the man of my dreams suck my bottom lip and palm my ass. My pussy pangs viciously with the memory of that mouth licking and sucking a different set of lips. He’d been so thorough and consistent. His quick, steady flicks had been so deliberate. So perfect.

“Wait,” I pant, fighting my own idiot demons. “I ... I have to pee.”

Daniel’s heavily lashed lids lift, and his golden gaze meet mine with amusement. His hands push me back against the wheel to tug my top down over my breasts, baring my hard nipples to his skimming fingers.

He squeezes the mounds and rolls the peaks under his palms. His hungry gaze never leaves my face, never misses a flicker of anguish he invokes. He seems to enjoy seeing me in pain and I love the way it makes him hard.

“Daniel,” I plead, back arching. Stomach panging with the need for relief. “I’ve been holding it for hours. If you make me cum...”

He rolls my sensitive tips under the pad of his thumbs, sending rivers of fire down to my belly. My core. Flooding me with heat I’m grinding into that beautiful cock.

“What’ll happen if I make you cum?” he taunts, squeezing each nipple between his thumb and pointer and tugging while twisting and I release a guttural groan of pain.

“I’ll pee myself,” I whimper, begging him to stop and praying he doesn’t.

I definitely do not have a golden shower fetish, but I do have a Daniel fetish which includes submitting to every single one of his touches.

“I’ll stop and let you run inside, but you will owe me.”

I’m practically bouncing on him, torn between the need to release and holding it all in.

“Anything. Please...”

My tormenter grins the devil’s smirk. “Still have no idea how dangerous that word is for a pretty little doll.”

“Daniel!” I sob.

He chuckles, hands still at my heavy tits, palming and squeezing, teasing the nipples until I’m aching. “Go pee. Then find my brother and beg him to let you cum.”

I know I should be startled by the command. I should have questions. I’m still trying to process, but God, I need to go.

“Okay.”

He squeezes my breasts one last time before adjusting my top and shoving his door open for me to climb down.

The restaurant is fairly busy. The majority of the customers seem to be long haul truckers catching a quick lunch. There are a few families crammed into booths. I don’t see Christian, but I’m not looking very hard when I beeline for the bathrooms.

They’re single person rooms. There are only two. I dive into the one with the door open and shut and lock it quickly behind me.

The relief has me practically weeping.

I clean up and wash my hands. My mind is on finding Christian and ... did he say beg him to let me cum?

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