Page 79 of Dance of Defiance

I look down at him, getting fuckinghighoff the way he looks up at me with eager, desperate submission in his gaze.

“Take out my cock.”

Roman’s eyes bulge, and his mouth falls open a little.

“Be a good boy, open my pants, andtake out my cock,” I say again. “I’m so fucking hard for you, wreckage.”

I almost think I’ve gone too far, that I’ve pushed beyond what he’s capable of.

But then, shockingly, he lifts his hands and brings them, trembling, to my belt. His eyes glazed over, he tugs it open, then undoes the button on my pants. His big, tattooed hands drag lightly over my bulge as he fingers my zipper.

He looks up at me briefly, his eyes wide, before he drops his gaze again.

The zipper goes down, and he starts to pull my pants open. I watch, my pulse roaring, as he slips that damned bottom lip back between his teeth and his fingers slide to the waist of my boxers.

“Yeah, just like that,” I growl as his fingers slip inside the waistband.

I watch his hands tremble as he slowly lowers them, sliding the fabric past my lower abs, exposing the line of hair trailing down.

The grooves of my v-lines, the phoenix tattoo on my right hip.

His eyesstareat my body as he slowly reveals it, like he’s utterly fascinated and captivated by it.

The waistband slides down to the base of my swollen cock and the short, trimmed hair there, together with his gaze.

He keeps pulling, lower and lower, his eyes getting wider and his mouth falling even more open as inch after inch of my thick cock comes into view.

He tugs my boxers down the rest of the way, sliding the waistband over my swollen head and letting my cock spring free. Roman groans—fuckinggroans,eagerly, hungrily—when my dick bobs right in front of his little-lost-lamb face.

“Stroke it,” I murmur darkly. “Stroke it like a good boy. Like you’d want that gorgeous dick ofyoursstroked, remember?”

I expect hesitation and slow, tentative movements. Instead, Roman’s big hand instantly raises, and when his tattooed fingers wrap around my cock, he lets out this deep “uhnnngh” sound that makes my balls twitch.

He squeezes my dick, the fingers of his large hand not even touching as they curl around my shaft, which is such an outrageously hot visual that my abs clench.

He starts to move his hand, pumping back and forth, jerking me off in front of his big, dark eyes.

“What…” His voice breaks a little as he trembles. “What next?” he growls quietly, his voice low and husky.

“Keep stroking. Open your mouth, stick out your tongue, and run it over my head while you do.”

That sexy fucking “uhnnngh” sound falls from his throat again. There’s little hesitation, his breath quick and shallow, teasing soft and warm over my leaking crown.

He wets his lips, juststaringat my cock with a reverence that makes me want to pull him up and kiss the fuck out of him.

But before I can do that, Roman lowers his mouth, sticks his tongue out, and drags it slowly over my cock.

Fuck. Me.

I hiss, grunting and letting my head drop back as Roman’s warm, wet tongue swirls over my head. He drags it tentatively over the hole at the tip, and when I growl, and my dick twitches and leaks precum onto his tongue, the man fuckingwhimpers.

Oh, I’m going to enjoy this.

Teaching him.

Training him.

Owninghim.