Page 39 of The Stallion
Dallas came up from behind me and unlocked the front door, pushing it open with a flattened palm, then stepping aside to allow me through first.
I tightened my jaw at the gesture, trying my fucking hardest not to let it fall to the floor as I gaped at the stunning interior.
The living room was open-concept, with vaulted ceilings and windows that gave an unobstructed view of the vast desert and distant mountains behind the home. On the opposite side of the living room was a breathtaking sunroom that resembled a solid glass snow globe.
“To the right and a left around the corner is the hall to our bedroom,” Dallas whispered over my shoulder as he walked past me into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.
I pressed my lips together as I glared daggers at the back of his head, then turned on my heel and headed straight into the master bedroom.
And why was I not fucking surprised to find a bed that could fit twelve grown ass adults?Plenty of space for both of us, at least.
As long as Dallas stayed on his side of the mattress and I stayed on mine, we wouldn't touch at all; it'd be almost as if we had separate beds in the same room.
“Up for round two?” Dallas teased from over my shoulder, and I jumped, right before he wrapped his arm around me with a wolfish smirk, holding a glass of red wine out for me to take.
Remember, Bria, this is only short-term—casual sex with misleading titles… Fuck it.
At the theater, Dallas had me speechless, molten in the palm of his hand. It would be a damn shame if I never returned the favor. I wasn't going to let him believe he was the only one with power around here.
I released the handle of my suitcase, hearing the metal hit the floor with a loud bang that echoed off the white walls, before taking the glass of wine, calculating my next move.
My eyes locked with his, and the tri-color blend they held sent my heart fluttering against my chest.
I unceremoniously tipped back the glass and downed its entire contents, hoping that the alcohol would take hold quickly and help my nerves catch up to the confidence I had in my brain.
I couldn’t focus on my goal when he gave me that look, those fuck me eyes caressing every inch of my skin.
Shit… why couldn’t he have been fucking ugly…
Just as Dallas parted his lips to speak, I set the glass on the closest surface I could find before launching myself at him, my mouth claiming his as I gave in to every impulse that raced through my body like an electrical surge.
He fell back a step from the force of my body crashing into his, and I could feel his hands as they gripped my hips and pulled me in even closer.
“Not the reaction I was expecting.” Dallas chuckled between a mouthful of our tongues as they tangled together and fought for dominance throughout our fervent kiss.
Taking complete control of our situation, I shoved all my weight against his chest, as hard as I could—and Dallas let me, backing him up against the wall at the far side of the room—right where I needed him.
“Shut up and let me taste you,” I growled, tugging at the waistband of his jeans as I fell to my knees before him.
There were few things in this world that I would ever beg for, let alone get on my knees for, but this man’s cock was one of them. The ecstasy he elicited from my body was irresistible.
Just the lingering memory of how he felt between my thighs last night lived rent-free in my head, and I’d give anything for more.
With frantic, greedy hands, I worked to unbutton his jeans, ripping them down along with his boxers, to free his—
“What the fuck is that.” I gasped as I stared awkwardly at his dick, unbelieving of what stood at rock-hard attention in front of my face.
“I’m going to assume by your reaction that you’ve never seen a pierced cock before?” Dallas sounded so casual as if dick piercings were a standard among men these days.
Were they?
“It… It looks like it would hurt.” I whispered as I inspected the head of his dick. Surprisingly, it was dotted with four studs evenly placed around the rim.
Well, this explains why I came so hard lastnight.
“It’s called a magic cross, and I can assure you, it doesn’t hurt, sweet girl. Especially when it’s buried deep inside that pretty tight pussy, making you writhe and scream for more.” He wrapped his hand around his length, stroking himself confidently right before my eyes, growing even harder by the second.
Was his piercing intimidating? Yes.
