Page 29 of The Stallion
What perfect timing for a woman like her to fall into my office just when I needed her the most.
“Where do you want me?Here?…” I gently pressed my lips against the tender spot just below her ear, needing another taste. “…Here?” I breathed against her as I dragged a knuckle along the curve of her breast before sliding my hand down her side toward her hip. “Or…here?” I ground my hips harder into hers, letting her get a good feel of just how hard she had me.
I was ready to fuck her up against the wall, over a chair, or even across my desk—bending her into every position her body could handle before it broke.
Her whimpered moan in response was all the encouragement I needed to drive my hand between us, and under the waistband of her tight-fitting pants, to feel just how much she wanted me.
“Sweet girl, you’re soaked,” I chuckled lightly with smug satisfaction as I dragged my middle finger through her wet pussy, before slowly sliding it in. “And I can only imagine how incredible you’d feel wrapped around my cock.”
Bria’s breath quickened as her head fell back against the wall, her eyes half-lidded from the euphoria of my finger gliding in and out while she started rocking herself against my palm.
I added a second finger, curling them both along her soft insides, stroking her G-spot, and winding her up even more. I then pressed the heel of my palm against her clit, allowing her to grind against it for even more friction.
This woman knew what she wanted—what she needed—and took it without hesitation.
I enjoyed the fact that I could stand here, whisper dirty words in her ear, and she could get herself off simply by riding my hand.
But what I would give to have her riding my hard cock right now instead.
“Fuck, I’m going to come.” Bria rasped through a strained moan, her body tensing as she fought to hold back her orgasm. “Oh god, oh, fuck…” She whimpered, covering her face with her hand.
“I think you mean,‘Oh, Dallas,’but I’ll fuck you like a god if you want me to. Just say the word, sweet girl, and I’m all yours.”
“P-please.” Her plea was breathless, coated in ecstasy, just like my hand would soon be covered with her sweet cum, and fuck did I want to lick my palm clean after the fact.
“Come for me, baby, and then I’ll come deep inside you. Right after I ruin this sweet pussy for any other man who so much as thinks they deserve to feel this tight fit.”
Blind lust and desire charged my words. The mere thought of ruining her ignited a fire within me that glowed brighter than the sun and burned hotter than its core.
I was always one to enjoy a little dirty talk, but the things I wanted to say to this woman were words I had never even considered uttering out loud.
Fuck. Her smell, her sounds, her taste…
It was leaving a mark on me deeper than it should.
As I grazed my lips along the side of her soft neck, I could feel her pulse beating rapidly against them. I breathed in her warm, vanilla perfume, letting it soak deep into my senses.
All the damning things I wanted to do to this woman running through my mind on an endless loop, firing me up even further.
Fuck, I needed to claim her right this second—to mark and make her mine whether she wanted it or not.
The feeling was primal—desperate.
I was thirsty for Bria like the desert in a drought, and all I needed was a single drop of her to sustain me for eternity.
Bria cried out a string of curses as she let go, her climax ripping through her as I continued to curl my fingers and coax out every last ounce of her pleasure into my palm.
Her body was trembling from the orgasm, but I wasn’t nearly finished with my lust-driven need for her.
Pulling my hand from between her legs, I picked Bria up by her thighs and spun her away from the wall, gently setting her down on my desk.
I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck, bending forward as I pulled her face to meet mine. Her legs were wrapped around my hips, and her body was tilted back at a forty-five-degree angle—a perfect position.
“Last chance to tell me to stop, sweet girl. Because once I have you, you’re mine.”
In a brief moment of weakness, I felt as if I were losing control, like a wild animal seeking out its mate.
Bria’s eyes flared wide, their bright amber color catching in the light that streaked across the room from the half-cracked door, making them glow.
