Chapter 12
LOCHLAN
I grunt, my abs tightening and balls drawing up as my dick pulses in my hand. Hot, sticky white cum erupts a foot into the air before it splatters down over my abs, thighs, cock, and Galina’s lacy black thong wrapped around it.
Fucking fuck.
I exhale slowly, panting as I drop my head back against the headboard at my place at the old harbormaster's office, still tasting her sweet cunt on my lips.
A grin spreads over my face.
Watching in real time as Galina discovered the wireless camera I’d hidden in her desk lamp was highly amusing. Honestly, the way her face loomed down into the lens when she had it in her palm was downright hilarious.
So was her indignation, not to mention the smug little smirk on her face right before she smashed the shit out of it.
I sigh and glance back at our chat, my eyes rolling when I reread her claim of me not being in the top one hundred.
Please.
I know she’s a virgin.
I also know, having now thoroughly dug through her past, that she’s never had a boyfriend except in the most G-rated way, i.e., dates involving walks through the park while four of her father’s men followed twenty feet behind.
Literally.
So if Galina’s had a hundred orgasms before, they were at her own hand. And having become a bit of an expert on the way she makes herself come?
Yeah. No contest.
The one she gave herself just now with her little pink vibrator was pretty good. But still.
My tongue: 1. Shitty pink toy: 0.
Absently, I run my hand over my abs, getting it slick with my cum before I wrap it around my still-hard cock.
A deep groan rumbles in my chest as I start to stroke again, watching her.
Galina’s taking a shower. Trails of white soap drip down her tits like streaks of my cum, then over her pussy and down her legs.
I’m still stroking her thong up and down my dick when she leaves the shower and walks back into her bedroom, naked. My one hand jerks faster, the other reaching down to massage my heavy balls.
Galina stands in front of her mirror, eying her reflection as I groan. Her hands slide up her sides and cup her tits, and my balls tighten.
She’s just reaching for a sleep shirt and shorts in her top drawer when I explode a second time, my cum splattering all over my abs and her panties again.
Fuck yes.
I exhale slowly and let my mind drift back into planning mode.
I suppose I could replace the camera she found in the lamp: I do need to slip into her room again at some point to plant a new Smart-Tag tracker, since her favorite handbag—where I planted the last one—is now apparently on perma-loan to the Wren Antonov Collection.
…I learned that the other day after ditching Achilles to stalk Galina all over campus for an hour, only to find Wren alone in the library when I thought I was closing in on my prey.
I drag the sticky lace of her panties up and down my twitching shaft as I watch Galina get ready for bed and then slide between the covers.
She may have found the hidden camera in her lamp.
She didn’t find the four others, though.
Sweet dreams, little villain.