Page 49 of The Stallion
Whether he wanted me or not, I no longer cared—I’d risk it all just for him.
Dallas lost his balance in the heat of the moment, tripping and caging me against the wall and bracing a hand just above my head for support while the other was wrapped securely around my waist.
“This isn’t what you think.” I gasped between mouthfuls of his tongue, twisting and tangling with mine. “I’m not—what are you doing?!”
Falling to his knees, Dallas pushed up my shirt before pressing his soft, warm lips to the lower part of my belly.
He peppered feather-light, gentle kisses along my waistline as his fingers curled into my shorts from behind.
“Don’t tell me a man has never gotten on his knees for you before?” Dallas murmured as he continued his exploration, dragging his lips across my skin as he began lowering my shorts.
My head fell back against the wall, with the way he touched me, leaving me breathless—speechless.
“I, uh—” With a low sigh, I swallowed and tried to recall the last time I had been intimate and all the previous times before that. The realization dawned on me as I glanced down, seeing Dallas in a position that was all new to me. “N-never,” I whispered, almost embarrassed at the fact.
And as if my answer was gasoline to a fire, Dallas ripped my shorts and thong all the way off before wrapping his mouth around my clit and sucking hard.
“Holy fuck...” My hands speared through his short, blonde hair, gripping whatever strands they could.
In a single breath, I had lost my center of balance, turning into nothing more than an enraptured puddle against his face.
Dallas draped my right leg over his shoulder, giving him a better angle as he dipped his tongue inside of me and continued to press delicious pressure on my nerves.
Riding his face was a sensation unlike any other, and it consumed me.
Every sexual experience with Dallas was an awakening. Feelings of pleasure that I didn’t even know existed—never, even remotely, had I felt this kind of euphoria from a man.
Dallas repositioned his mouth, sucking and teasing my clit with his tongue and teeth as a finger was slowly pushed inside of me. Without waiting, he added a second right after the first, curling them both against my G-spot, massaging it with his fingertips.
My standing leg had started to shake, and I struggled to support my own weight the longer his mouth worked me up.
I found myself melting into the wall with every languid stroke and lick as his fingers fucked me raw.
The high of my climax was beckoning, and I felt ready to burst, my inner thighs tightening, jaw sealed shut as I fought to hold on longer.
I could feel my face flush with every strained breath as I dug my nails into his scalp, squirming against his hold, all while trying to suppress my moans.
“Let it out, sweet girl. I want to hear just how good I make you feel.”
“S-stop… calling me that… I’m not—sw-sweet—” A whimper escaped my lips as I fought against the ecstasy and squeezed my eyes shut.
With one long hard suck and fuck from his fingers, I was sent over the edge, crying out his name as I felt my release spill against his face and hand.
If my pussy didn’t have a pulse before, it sure as fuck had one now, and it was beating uncontrollably with how hard I just came.
Dallas released his grip on me, and I whimpered at the loss of his touch, sagging against the wall as I gradually reopened my eyes, and as soon as I did, they connected with his.
A sinful smirk pulled at the corner of his lips, and I could see my cum glistening around his mouth as he leaned into me, our noses just barely touching.
“No? Why don’t you have a taste then, wifey? I’m sure you’ll find you’re as sweet as fucking sin.” Without another word, his mouth devoured mine, and I groaned, tasting myself on his tongue and lips.
Fuck, this was hot.
Everything Dallas did set me on fire.
And I was more than happy to be burned alive in his presence.
Chapter 19
