Page 40 of The Stallion
Did I still want it in my mouth and down the back of my throat? Also, yes.
I inhaled deeply, licking my lips and pumping myself up for what I was about to do, reinforcing that I wanted this.
Oh, how I fucking wanted him…
Leaning forward, I parted my lips as my eyes drifted up to meet his, with a hunger coursing through me that felt like it was descending straight to my core.
Dallas released his grip, and I replaced it with mine, holding him firmly, before sliding the tip of his cock past my wet lips.
I savored the sweet and salty taste of him as my tongue swirled around the head and rolled over each piercing. A rush came from touching every individual stud, sending shivers of excitement up my spine.
Hearing a deep groan, I peered back up at Dallas through my dark lashes, admiring how his head rolled back to press against the wall.
Everything was new here: the man, the relationship, the piercing.
Christ, Dallas had me feeling like a fucking virgin right now and I was eating it up.
Breathing through my nose, I swallowed him down the back of my throat. I may have felt like a virgin in his presence, but wasn’t about to take his dick like one—especially not with my mouth.
I loved the sensation—his taste—the sheer satisfaction of making a man speechless without uttering a word or spreading my legs.
There were far worse things I could do than simply parting my lips for him.
I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks as I pulled back until the head of his dick was locked between my lips like a blow pop, using the tip of my tongue to play with its core.
His pre-cum coated my tongue, and I moaned from the flavor as I steadily took him down once again, even deeper than the first time.
Dallas’s fingers tangled in my hair as I continued the same excruciatingly slow rhythm, near purring every time his cock was wrapped within my throat, taking my time, letting the vibrations carry him away.
I could feel his fingers tense into a fist every time I hollowed my cheeks around his dick and knowing that I had him close to the edge, I reached a hand up to massage and play with his balls.
Wanting to taste even more of him, I switched my hand to stroke his cock, as I dipped my head under it to suck each ball into my mouth, twisting my tongue around it before popping it out and pulling in the other.
“Bria,” Dallas rasped through a dry moan—utterly breathless.
I released his balls after one last swirl of my tongue, unable to control the smirk and chuckle from his plea.
“Yes? Not up to your standard for a blowjob?” I mocked, curling the tip of my tongue out of the corner of my mouth as I looked up at him with an innocent expression—like I didn’t just suck him to the brink of coming.
“I don’t have a standard when it comes to you. You are my standard. But I would much rather come inside that perfect pussy than your pretty sassy mouth. We’ve got more than enough time to do that later.” Dallas’s breaths were heavy, filled with carnal desire as he bent forward to lift me off my knees and throw me onto the center of the bed.
Without hesitation or need for direction, I pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it across the room before he gripped my hips, dragging me toward him at the edge of the mattress.
His fingers dipped under the waistband of my cheer shorts before he tore them down my thighs, leaning in to press a kiss on the inside of each one.
God, everything he did was erotic—arousing.
My aching pussy tensed with each feather-light touch from his soft lips.
“Dallas.” I breathed with pleading eyes as I stared up at him, wanting to feel every inch of his thick length inside of me.
I wanted him to spread me wide and fill me up until I could hold no more of him.
“I’d save your pleas for later, wifey, once I have you screaming and begging to come.” He dropped his jeans and boxers to the floor alongside my shorts and thong before crawling onto the bedbetween my legs. “After tonight, you’ll never utter another man’s name again, sweet girl. From now on, it will always beDallas.”
I'd say his name as many times as necessary if it meant a lifetime of explosive, earth-shattering orgasms.
Chapter 15
