Page 123 of Dance of Defiance
“Fuck, baby,” he chokes, his tongue dancing with mine as our breath mingles. “Yeah,justlike that, little wreckage,” he groans. “Milk me with your sweet ass. Milk my dick, baby, while I jerk this gorgeous cock of yours.”
He thrusts into me hard, ramming against that spot again as I cry out, my back arching as I cling to his big shoulders. Hismuscled body coils and ripples as he thrusts into me, driving into my ass again and again as his slippery fingers tease up and down my swollen dick until it feels like I’m literally going to explode.
His thick cock slides deep, over and over, making my legs shake and my toes curl. My breathing turns ragged and rasping, my sweat-slicked chest rising and falling against his as he strokes me faster and fucks me harder.
“Val—!” I croak, reality spinning, shattering, and blurring at the edges. “I—oh fuck, I’m—I’m?—”
“I want you to come at the same time as me, wreckage,” he groans, pumping into me fast and deep, his balls slapping my ass as precum drips freely down my cock. “Let me feel this big fucking gorgeous dick come all over my hand while your ass squeezes the cum from my balls. Right now, baby.”
I moan as he drops his mouth to mine, our foreheads pressed together as he sucks my lower lip between his teeth.
“Come for me, Roman.”
The orgasm hits like a fucking freight train. It starts somewhere deep inside me I didn’t know existed, then explodes out through my cock, my arms and legs, up my spine and from my hair, until I’m crushing my mouth to his and screaming into his lips as I start tocome.
My cock jumps violently in his hand, and I cry out as the cum erupts in thick ropes from my swollen head. I’m writhing in pure ecstasy, Roman still fucking me as my cum splatters all over my abs and his hand.
“Fuck, Roman…”
Then I feel his cock swell even bigger inside me, pushing so fucking deep, starting to twitch and throb and pulse. Val’s cum floods into my ass, his mouth searing to mine as he jerks my cock over and over, slicking my cum up and down my shaft until we finally come to a shuddering stop.
Then his lips finds mine, and the entire fuckingworlddisappears as I lose myself in them.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
I look up as Val walks back into his bedroom—still naked—with two glasses of water and a bag of chips in his hands. I finish buttoning my pants and reach for my t-shirt, then pull it back on.
“I…”
He gives me a look, rolling his eyes. “Are youleaving?”
I lift a shoulder, and his grin drops.
“Seriously?”
I clear my throat and look down. “Yeah?”
“You could always stay,” he murmurs.
“I should go.”
I don’t look at him, but I can feel his scowl. I finish putting my shoes on, then my belt, before I run my fingers through my hair and turn to face him.
Still naked.
Still beautiful.
So hard to walk away from.
But…I have to.
The sex was one thing—not in an “external stimulus” way. In a what theactual fuckway. In a “redefining sex” way.
Because that was the best sex I’ve ever had, no question. I’m not sure I’m ready to explore yet what it means that it was megettingfucked. But, there it is.
No, I’m not leaving because of the sex.
I’m leaving because if I don’t now, I’m not sure I'll ever be able to. And that’s not what this is, or can be.
