Page 58 of The Stallion
“And what’s that?” I asked, hesitantly, my gaze returning to meet hers.
Bria stepped into me before removing her hands from her pockets, placing them on my shoulders, and steadily rising up on her toes.
The tip of her nose barely touched mine as my sweet girl looked up and into my eyes through her dark, sultry lashes. I could feel her fingers trailing up the sides and back of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.
I struggled to keep my hands where they were, wanting nothing more than to strip her down and spread her out on our bed.
I loved this new side of her—one that was just as dominant as mine. It got me so fucking hard and the animal in me was more than ready to play.
“I want you to beg.” She ordered with a low coo, her lips grazing softly against mine—a light, teasing kiss from nothing more than a feather.
Bria wanted me to beg… Did she even know the kind of man she’d married?
I picked her up by her thighs, carrying my wife over to the couch before setting her down and dropping to my knees on the floor in front of her—like a queen on her godforsaken throne.
“You want me to beg, sweet girl?” I gave her a rakish grin as I wrapped my hands around her ass and roughly jerked her hips toward me until they were spread right up against my chest. “I’ll beg—On my knees, between your thighs. All damn day, and all fucking night. How does that sound,wifey?”
Bria’s fingers twirled, teased, and played with the strands at the back of my head as she locked her eyes with mine, sucking on her front teeth before bending over me.
“Sounds like we’ve reached our first agreement in this marriage. Should we seal it with a kiss?” She forcefully yanked my head back with a fist full of my hair before claiming my mouth with hers.
This woman was so fucking hot while exuding her control, and I was fucking feral for it.
I returned the kiss with the same fierce passion and desire, driving my tongue deep and digging my fingers into her ass, making her moan for more while she ground herself into my chest.
“I’d prefer to seal this with more than just a fucking kiss.” I pushed myself up from my knees, pressing Bria’s back against the cushion as I dipped my fingers into the waistband of her shorts and pulled them, along with her thong, down her legs while hovering over her body.
Claiming her mouth once more, her hand still gripping at the back of my head, I slid two fingers inside her tight warm pussy, moaning with satisfaction when I felt just how soaked she was, my dick fighting the restraint of my jeans.
“I love knowing you’re always so fucking wet for me. I’d say fuck the foreplay, you’re more than ready for my cock. But my sweet girlwants me to beg, and I’m going to do that by making you scream my name until you no longer have a voice to make demands.” I pulled my fingers back and locked eyes with my wife as I sucked each one clean.She always tasted—“so fucking perfect, baby.”
Licking my lips I didn’t give her a second to protest—as if she even fucking would—before diving my face between her thighs, sucking her clit into my mouth, and swirling my tongue to tease the sensitive nerves.
With her hand tightly fisted in my hair, I could hear Bria digging the nails of the other into the fabric of the couch while she squirmed in my hold.
“Fuck, Dallas.”
I tightened my grip on her thighs, forcing her to remain spread as her body tensed, and I descended lower to fuck her with my tongue.
Whimpered moans and heavy, winded breaths echoed off the walls and vaulted ceiling as she lost herself to the rapture I was delivering.
Eating her out like she was my last fucking meal.
Releasing one of her legs, I pressed my thumb against her clit and rolled it in a circular motion while I continued to devour my wife, feeling her sweet pussy clench around my tongue.
It didn’t take much more to send Bria over the edge, digging her nails into my scalp and the upholstery as she screamed my name, her legs clamping down around my head as I got a mouthful of her cum.
When she sagged further into the couch, releasing her tight grip, I pulled away, wiping the last of her release from my lips with the back of my hand before lifting her limp and tired body up and over my shoulder like a rag doll.
“You’re not giving up on me that easily.” I huffed a laugh as I carried my exhausted wife into our bedroom. “I’ve got so much more to beg for, sweet girl.”
I dropped her onto the bed before removing my shirt and unbuttoning my jeans. I slapped the inside of her bare thigh to keep her alert as I kicked my pants and boxers across the room and climbed in between her legs.
One orgasm wasn’t usually enough to tire her out, but with the half day of practice and long drive she’d made back to me, I knew Bria wouldn’t last much longer without a decent night’s rest.
I smacked her thigh a second time, her half-lidded eyes flicking open to meet mine.
“Keep those pretty eyes on me, sweet girl. You can close them when you come so hard you pass out.” I growled, dragging her toward me by her waist, ready to tear the rest of the clothes from her body and fuck her to sleep like a bedtime story—her moans being my sweet fucking lullaby.
