Chapter 18 Valen
VALEN
Her cheeks go pink at once.
“I am finished,” she says tartly. “You’re all clean—you can’t say you’re not! I, er, washed you quite vigorously.”
“Yes, you did but you didn’t finish,” I say. Or rather, I didn’t fucking finish. I’m still throbbing from the touch of her soft little hand stroking me off.
“I’m not touching you again,” she snaps.
Well, it’s no more than I expected. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to go around with blue balls. I’d prefer her soft little hand, but I can use my own just as well.
“All right, Princess—I’ll finish myself,” I tell her. Then, holding her eyes with my own, I take myself in hand and begin to stroke.
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