Page 113 of Dance of Defiance
The image fills my phone screen, and I feel raw need tug at me.
It’s a picture of his dick.
Hisveryerect, thick, fucking huge dick.
Actually, “dick” isn't really the right word.
Val has a fuckingcock.
And when my first thought after that is “and a goddamn beautiful one, too”, the thing inside me snarls and points, laughing.
Me
Why did you send me that
Val
Ideally, to turn you on
Val
How’d I do :D
I bite my lip, my pulse skipping erratically.
Me
Not so great. It does nothing for me.
Val
You’re so cute when you lie
I carefully ignore how much I’m grinning like an idiot as I type back.
Me
Sorry. Wasted on me.
Val
Doesn’t turn you on at all…
Me
Nope.
Val
How about now?
Jesus.
The next image that comes through is another shot of his cock. But this time, he’s holding the camera a little further away, so I can also see his grooved abs, those fucking v-lines diving down his hips, his tattoos…and the fact that his other hand is wrapped around the base of his dick, squeezing. A tantalizing drop of white precum beads at the head.
Andmy cockimmediately twitches.
Thickens. Grows. Starts to fucking tent the front of my pants.
