Page 21 of The Villain We Tempt

Fuck.

Sure,nowhe decides to wake up.

For a half second, I debate going back down to the party, finding Carrie, and picking up where we left off. Except the second I picture her face and thatsuperannoying faux-porn voice, Lochlan Junior deflates again.

Mother.

Fucker.

I switch to mental images of Galina crawling toward me on her hands and knees, looking up at me from between my spread knees.

Standing. Turning around. Settling that tight little bare ass down on my throbbing erection.

Fuck me. I’m hard again.

Picky little bitch.

My hand drops to the front of my pants. I groan when I squeeze my painfully hard dick, slowly stroking through my jeans. A groan rumbles deep in my throat.

Fuck, suddenly I'm so horny I could explode.

I start to replay the way Galina’s hips moved on my lap. The way I could feel her hot, wet cunt grinding back and forth across my cock. I give him another heavy squeeze, moaning audibly as precum begins to leak into my pants.

I need to deal with this.

Now.

My belt jangles as I open it. I yank down my zipper and grunt as I reach inside my boxers and pull out my heavy, swollen cock and my very full balls.

My brows arch when I look down at myself.

JesusChrist, am I hard. I mean, I’m always a big boy, but…fuck.

Making up for earlier, are you?

Memories of Galina’s hot, wet pussy filter back into my head as I wrap my fist around my cock and start to stroke. I groan, the veins bulging and my balls swelling. More pearly white precum beads at the swollen tip and drips down, slick and sticky and wet. I grunt again, stroking harder and watching another heavy drop fall to the floor.

I reach into my back pocket and pull out Galina's lacy pink thong I stuffed there earlier.

My fist starts to pump harder as I raise the lace to my nose and inhale deeply.

Fuck…

I groan out loud as I inhale the sweet scent of her cunt. I breathe in another whiff of her pussy, my cock swelling to a degree I’m not sure he ever has before. I glance down and hiss in pleasure as my fist glides up and down my erection.

Holyfuck. I might even be a half inch bigger than usual, which isinsane.

I bring the pink thong down to my dick and wrap it around my shaft, both hands stacked. My head drops back against the wall, and I close my eyes as I start to stroke my swollen cock.

I think of Galina.

Of her perfect, tight body writhing on my lap. Of spanking that ass, and her whimpers when I did. Of her pebbling pink nipple responding to my fingers and tightening against them.

Her hips grinding, her choked gasps, and her red hair wrapped around my fist.

Her bare pussy with that neat triangle of red above it grinding along the length of my dick like a greedy little thing.

“Being a bad girl because you know what happens to bad girls when SIR gets home”.