Page 52 of The Villain We Tempt

With a deep, staticky growl, he pulls out from between my wet, puffy lips. He grabs a big fistful of my hair with one hand, angling my face up as he strokes his fist up and down his swollen, veined, pulsing cock. I whimper when thick white ropes of cum splatter across my chin.

My nose. My cheeks. My lips.

Until I’mcoveredin him.

When his cock has finally stopped twitching and painting my face with cum, he stays where he is, standing over me with my hair still wrapped around his fist.

His muscles are clenched and throbbing as he silently reaches down and starts to push his thumb over the cum on my face. He scoops it up and then slides his thumb between my lips.

Oh fuck…

I do it without him telling me to. My lips close around his thumb, and I look right at him as I use my tongue to clean it off.

He does it again, scooping more sticky white cum from my face and letting me clean it off his fingers and thumb, until every trace of him is wiped away.

“Well, well, well, little villain,” he growls quietly. “You reallyarea good girl.”

The way my pulse skips and my pleasure center melts…unreal.

“I can’t wait to explore all the other ways you’ll be a good girl for me.”

Fuck. I came here tonight looking to take back my leverage. Instead, I just gave him more.

And the worst part?

…I’m pretty sure I’d come back here tomorrow and crawl overglassto hand over every last piece of leverage I have.

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Something’s wrong.

Not what’s currently on the screen in front of me.

Fuckno.

Everythinginvolving watching Galina furiously finger fuck herself to orgasm is right, inallthe ways.

I groan, my fist pumping the periwinkle blue lacy thong that I yoinked from her room the other night up and down my pulsing erection as precum leaks from the head.

On the screen in front of me, Galina throws her head back against her pillows in ecstasy and squeezes her eyes shut. Her back arches from the bed, her legs shaking as her fingers plunge into her cunt, her palm grinding against her clit. Her other hand is kneading one of her mouthwatering tits, her fingers pinching and rolling the pale pink nipple as her mouth opens in a silent scream.

I grunt just as she starts to come, my balls drawing up tightly as I join her in crashing over the edge. Cum explodes frommy swollen head, thick ropes of it landing on my hand, my thighs and my abs, soaking into the panties wrapped around my twitching shaft.

Up until a week ago, I’m not sure I could tell you the last time I jerked off.

I just…don’t.

Part of that is because, historically speaking, I’m neverwithout options. I have a fairly lengthy list of girls in my phone I can text pretty much any time I need to blow off some steam who will drop what they’re doing to come over and assist.

One of the perks of being me, I guess.

That behavior, however, has come to an immediate, grinding halt, coincidentally at exactly the same point that whacking off with a pair of stolen panties became part of my daily routine.

…Usuallyseveralparts of my daily routine.

I'm sure it will come as zero surprise that this behavioral change and my newfound habit of choking my cock like it owes me money arrivedexactlyat the same time Galina Nikitin inserted herself into my world.