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“We really need to get you a license,” he mumbles, but it sounds like he’s talking to himself. I want to tell him I don’t want or need a license, not if he’s staying with me. We can go everywhere together.

Then he shakes his head.

“I like you driving me places.”

His lip twitches. “Okay. No license. For now. I’m sure we could send a driver to take you over to Zane’s for a while.” I smile brightly because this is perfect. I fail to mention our plans to visit one of their clubs. “Besides, I don’t like the thoughts of you being home alone.”

I sigh. “I’m used to it, Jensen.”

“You shouldn’t be,” he growls, and jubilation bursts inside me.

He lowers his voice and moves closer to the camera. “Are you going to creep into my bed and suck on me again tonight?”

“I want to.”

“Good. It’s such a fucking turn-on knowing how much you enjoy doing that.” He chuckles. “My cock is rock hard, Immie. It has been since I put you back in your bed this morning.” His words send a rush of arousal through me.

A giggle erupts from me, and I palm my face. As much as I want to delve into just how hard Jensen’s cock is, I really need to do what I came in here for. “I’m so sorry, but I really need to pee now.” My eyes widen and heat creeps up my face.

His lip twitches. “Show me.” His voice is full of hunger, and a thrill flashes through me at the tone.

There’s no way he could mean… “What?” The word slips from my lips, barely a whisper.

“Open your legs and show me you peeing.”

“You want to see me pee?”

“Yeah, Little Nightmare. For some insane reason, I want to watch you pee.” He licks his lips, and his eyes glow. “I want to watch it come out of your tiny hole.”

Before he can change his mind, I open my legs and put my phone level with my pussy. I lean back slightly to put myself in view of the screen.

“Go ahead, Little Nightmare, let Daddy watch you pee for him.”

The sound of his belt clinking open and his zipper lowering has my pussy clenching, making it difficult for me to pee, but I push through it and open my bladder.

A hiss leaves his mouth. “Ahh, fuck. Yes.” His deep groan rumbles through the camera, and the sound of my pee hitting the water echoes between us.

“Can you see?” I ask.

“Yes,” he pants. “Jesus, I want to cum on you while you pee.” The sound of him working his cock is music to my ears. “To feel the heat of it splashing on my tip while I come.”

The thought of him gaining pleasure from me sends waves of splendor flurrying through my body. “Jensen, I want that,” I admit as my pee tapers off. “I want to mark you.”

His eyebrows shoot up.

“Fuckkk. I’m coming. I’m coming, Immie.” A loud groan erupts from him, and his face transforms from pain to utter ecstasy. His chest heaves, his lips part, and he sucks in sharp breaths.

Slowly, he comes down from his orgasm, and I remain still, unsure what to do.

“You need to wipe yourself and be a good girl, Little Nightmare. Daddy needs to clean up this mess you made me create.”

“I’m sorry,” I whisper coyly, though I’m far from it. “I wish you were here to clean me up.”

His nostrils flare and his lips part.

If peeing turns Jensen on so much, well, I’ll drink an ocean and create a tsunami just for him.

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