Page 137 of Dance of Defiance
Wordless moans and gurgled cries tumble from my mouth as I start to come. Val groans, fucking into me harder and faster, stroking my cock as I spray my cum across the floor in hot, sticky ropes.
He just keeps fucking me. His dickkeeps hittingthat spot inside.
And I’m still fucking hard.
“FUCK!” Val roars, grabbing my hip in one hand and pumping my still-erect dick with the other. “I fuckingloveyour cock, baby. I love how fucking big and hard you get for me. I love that I can make you come and then just keep on fucking you until you make another mess for me, wreckage.”
I cry out, that spot inside spasming like he’s fucking me with an electric prod, his gorgeous cock reaming my ass over and over.
“That what you’re gonna do, wreckage?” he hisses, leaning over and biting me sharply on the side of my neck. “You gonna make another fucking cummy mess for me?”
My eyes roll back. Reality itself breaks in two as his cock drives into me.
“Come with me, Roman. Come with me.”
It’s hearing him groan as he buries himself deep in my ass that pushes me over the edge. It’s that powerful feeling I had before, knowing it’smewho’s bringing him to this place, making him twitch and groan, his cock swelling and pulsing as I feel his hot cum shoot into me.
That’swhat makes me shatter.
I cry out, choking into the floor and reaching back to grab his hand on my hip. My cock spasms in his grasp, my balls tightening again as my cum explodes from my cock to spray all over my thighs, the floor, my stomach…everywhere.
“Mine,” he groans, leaning over me, kissing and biting and nibbling my neck. “Don’t ever fucking forget it.”
I’maware of his eyes on me as I pull some clothes back on—his, this time. Given that we never actually undressed earlier, mine are covered in a mix of floor scuff, sweat, and cum. So Val gave me a pair of sweats and a hoodie after showering.
I can feel him watching me, the unspoken question hanging in the air.
“Don’t worry,” he murmurs. “I’m not going to set us up for failure by even asking.”
I smile privately, though I turn a little to let him see it.
“I—”
“March to the beat of your own drummer,” he says with a lazy, outrageously sexy smirk. “So I’ve learned.”
My smile widens. And before he can say another word, I walk over, cup his face, and kiss him deeply. Val kisses me back, his groans and mine mingling before we finally pull apart.
He walks me to the door of his apartment and opens it. Then he suddenly sticks an arm out, blocking my path.
“Fuck it.” He sighs, grinning a little as he looks into my eyes. “Would you just fuckingstay, dickhead?”
I grin, but shake my head. “I…”
“I know, I know.” He shrugs. “Getting fucked on all fours on my living room floor is fine. But sleeping over would be too gay.”
I frown, shaking my head.
“Honestly?” I give him a look. “It’s her,” I mutter. “Dasha.”
Val frowns, puzzled. “Yeah, you’re going to have to explain that to me.”
“It’s dumb, but…” I exhale. “My dad was a real prick when we were younger.”
“Was?”
I chuckle. “Okay, he stillis. But when our mom was still alive, he was… I mean, he cheated on her left and right, fucked anything with a pulse. And she knew it.”
Val frowns. “Do you think of what we’re doing as you cheating on Dasha? Because that’s a fuckingstretch?—”
