Page 59 of The Stallion
I could see her eyes closing once again, and instead of letting Bria go, I slammed myself into her, right up to the base, my sweet girl’s eyes flaring wide as if she had just been injected with a shot of adrenaline.
“Dallas!” Bria shrieked, her walls already clamping down on me, refusing to let me go.
“Eyes, wifey.”
“F-fuck you,” She groaned in protest, rolling her hips against mine, and I chuckled, licking my lips as my eyes fucked her harder than my cock.
“I’m trying to, but it’s difficult when you keep falling asleep on me.” I teased her with a sharp thrust in and out. “I don’t fuck the unconscious, and this tight pussy feels like it wants to come—at least one more time. You should be a good girl and let it.”
I captured her mouth with mine, grinding myself into her before gradually shifting into a rougher pace. Gripping her shoulder and ass for better leverage, I pushed harder and faster letting her intoxicating moans work me up to my peak.
Bria’s thighs tensed, and I felt her nails digging into my back with every punishing thrust.
“Tell me, baby, is this enough begging for you?” I groaned into her ear before dragging my teeth down the side of her neck. “Admit that you want me just as badly as I’ve wanted you.” I sucked and teased the soft tender skin right where her neck met her shoulder. “Say you’ll never leave me—my sweet, dutiful wife.”
I felt her pussy spasm at the title and chuckled against her skin. She’d admit everything to me in her own time, but her body was way ahead of her voice, and for now, that was all I needed.
Reaching a hand down between us, I teased her clit with my fingers, bringing her over the edge with a euphoric cry, just as I felt the urge to come, the both of us finding our releases together.
With my wife now spent in the sheets, eyes shut, and peacefully asleep, I could finally find my rest too, knowing that she was home and under my protection once again.
Iwokeupearlyto watch the sunrise, and as I stood in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with my morning coffee, I mulled over what Bria had said—about being bored and having nothing better to do with her time while she was here.
Hours before I arrived home to her sudden outburst, I had performed my usual routine in the show—the intimate water dance—and I couldn’t help but feel like that performance was now a betrayal of the feelings I had started developing for her.
The longer I reflected on it, the more I wished it were her instead of some other woman that I was dancing with every night.
On second thought—
Bria was a cheerleader, and her dance experience made her more than qualified for the position. I already knew firsthand how well her body could move with mine, and the choreography was simple enough to teach.
A week of practice would be all she needed to perform the routine flawlessly.
The pieces of our lives were already falling into place, one right after another.
Bringing her into the show as my equal would be the fastest remedy for our two situations—her boredom from being stuck athome and my guilt from being physically close with anyone other than her.
The soft click of a door opening drew my attention from staring out the window to the other side of the room. There, I caught sight of a sleepy Bria padding her way into the living room with a blanket wrapped around her half-naked body as she collapsed face down onto the couch.
“Last night too much for you?” I chuckled at her dramatics, setting down my mug before pushing off from the counter and stalking over to where she lay.
“If it were too much, I wouldn’t be walking.” She bantered, rolling onto her back and stretching out. The blanket fell off her body with the movement, exposing every beautiful inch of her sun-kissed skin.
“In that case, should I try again? Maybe you won’t be so quick to fall asleep on me this time.” I bent forward, wetting my lips as I rested my forearms on the back of the couch, unable to stop my eyes from roving each and every one of her curves. “You always seem to love it when I test your limits. Maybe we should count how many times you can scream my name before passing out?”
Bria reached up with one hand, gripping the collar of my T-shirt in her fist before pulling me down and lifting herself to meet me halfway. Her face was inches from mine, and our breaths mingled as my gaze dropped to her plump lips.
God, how I wanted to taste her again.
“If only you didn’t have to leave me to dry hump a woman in the rain every night.” She growled, and I bit back the urge to laugh, pressing my lips together to hold back my smile.
My gorgeous, sweet fucking girl… was jealous.
“Envious of another woman already, wifey?”
Without a doubt, imagining her being possessive turned me the fuck on. I loved a woman who would kill for her man, and she’d be doing that soon enough.
“How would you feel if I performed the same provocative routine with another man? Our clothes soaked, hips connected, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist, while I rocked myself against him as he dug his fingers into my bare ass for a better grip?”
