Page 64 of The Stallion
The water sloshed around us like a gentle wave as I rolled my hips into her, tilting my head down to pepper kisses along her jaw, neck and shoulder, taking my time in fucking my sweet girl.
She may think I’d make this rough and hard based on what she wanted from me, but if I were to make her feel like my last, it would be the most amorous and passionate sex she’d ever had.
Keeping a steady rhythmic pace, I released a hand from the edge of the pool and started dragging it up her side. When it reached her breast, I rolled and massaged it with my palm, giving it a tender squeeze before ascending higher up her body.
Bria moaned and squirmed under me with the added attention of my hand, fingers caressing her collarbone before sliding up and wrapping around the side of her neck. I pressed my thumb against the bottom of her chin, tilting it to give me better access to her beautiful, sensitive skin.
I sucked on the side of her neck dropping my other hand down to play with her clit. In rapid response, her pussy tightened around my cock as I toyed with her nerves, squeezing it in its grip.
Her walls clung to me so tightly I could barely pull myself out to thrust back in.
“Fuck, sweet girl. How you manage to get this tight every fucking time is beyond me, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love it.” I rasped through a grunt as I started to pound myself into her, the water now flooding over the edge every time I slammed myself into her tight pussy.
Bria dug her nails into my forearm and bicep as my love making evolved into fucking, her body telling me precisely what it wanted and happily obliging to the task.
Her moans were loud and rousing as they filled the theater, echoing off the walls.
Thank fucking God I kicked everyone out and locked this place down.
Then again, I don’t think I’d give a fuck if we had an audience.
Letting everyone see just how well my sweet girl took me.
How thoroughly I could fuck her when she asked for it.
“Dallas—” Her cries were sweet as sin as I adjusted my hold, gripping her hips and quickly pulling out before flipping her onto her knees and driving my cock right back into her from behind with a hard slap to her bare wet ass cheek.
“That’s it. Let it all out, baby. Hold on tight to that edge because I’m about to ride you until you see fucking stars.”
Leaning back, I dug my fingers into her thighs, positioning her legs right where I needed them before driving myself deep inside of her with a demanding rhythm. I could feel her pushing back against me, demanding more, her pussy tightening even further as her muscles started to tremble.
I bent forward, one hand gripping the edge next to hers while the other wrapped around to tease her clit one more time as I worked to finish her off, ready to come right along with her.
Words escaping my mind, I bit down on her shoulder as I pinched her clit and twisted it, feeling her walls spasm and my balls tighten at the same time. Not a second longer my wife fractured around my cock with a scream of pure bliss and I burst with my release, letting her milk every drop of my cum before pulling out and collapsing onto my back in the cool water.
Bria slid her legs out from her position, shaking and exhausted, before pressing her body up against the side of mine.
I wrapped my arms tightly around my wife, holding her close as she rested her head on my chest—my heart still racing, beating all for her.
Chapter 25
Bria
Dayspassedbyuslike minutes.
So fast that within the blink of an eye, I was lying in our bed, admiring my wedding ring as it glistened in the light from the mid-morning sun.
It was an intricate white gold band that twisted around a solid black stone—obsidian—accented with five nude diamonds and a single deep red ruby.
Dallas designed the ring himself after our first performance together, and it was only yesterday that it was ready to be picked up. The second he placed it on my finger, I sent a photo to Asher, no longer feeling the need to hide my marriage from her.
Ash: I FUCKING KNEW IT! The man has good taste… in women AND jewelry.
I laughed at her response, my heart feeling complete with her acceptance of Dallas and not questioning my decision to marry him.
I may have omitted the minor detail that we had been married for several weeks at this point.The official timeline was irrelevant, of course.
My husband had me floating on a cloud, and I wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of my life in this blissful high.
