Page 114 of Dance of Defiance
Me
Still nothing.
Val
lol, liar.
Another picture comes through. He’s lying in a bed, though obviously not a hospital bed, and I can see exposed brick, high factory windows, and beam ceilings beyond the immediate foreground image of his cock.
Me
You’re out of the hospital?!
Val
Fuck, THAT is your takeaway from that pic?
I grin.
Val
Nice dodge, BTW. Any physical response of the dick variety from that last one?
Me
Lemme check. No, sorry.
Christ, I think I'm flirting.
Val
Final offer
This time, it’s a video. I’d love to say that I “almost don’t hit play” or that I “put the phone down and only come back once I’ve built up my courage.”
The truth is, I don’t think I could have hit the play button faster.
And holy.Fuck.
On screen, Val is groaning in a deeply masculine, sexy-as-fuck way as he strokes his gorgeous cock. His big, tattooed hand squeezes the base, withso fucking muchof his cock still sticking out. Precum leaks freely from his swollen head, slowly dripping down his twitching cock. He slides his hand down to cup his big, heavy balls, and when his cock pulses and more precum seeps from his crown, there’s no pretending the sound that escapes from my throat is anything but a needy fuckingmoan.
Val
well?
I shift in my seat as my huge erection throbs against my thigh.
Me
Nada. Sorry.
Val
prove it.
I blink.
Me
