Page 72 of The Stallion
“I wouldn’t dare—And if another man so much as looks at you wrong, I’ll fucking kill him myself… While we’re on the subject of Leroy, I was going to ask—”Oh boy…“Most of the women who completed their tests in the past all had difficulty taking a life—a few of them even failing. But you—Sweet girl, you didn’t… Why is that?”
His question was like having a loaded gun pointed directly at the center of my brows.
Oh fuck…
My extended silence made Dallas pull back to look at me, and I still couldn’t come up with the answer he was trying to pry out of me. My lips were parted, but no sound seemed to want to escape them. Not a single fucking word.
“You know what…” Changing the subject, Dallas lightly pressed his lips to mine before pushing himself up to stand and stripping his clothes off layer by layer. “We’ll talk about that later. What we should be doing is focusing on getting you cleaned up and into bed.”
I could feel my jaw drop at the same time as his boxers, and all I could do was subconsciously nod my head in an entranced response, wanting anything but fucking sleep right now. The manstanding before me was far more capable of relaxing my body than the bed alone.
I watched as my husband teased and taunted me by stepping back underneath the shower head. The running water accentuating his chiseled abs and clean cut V that lead straight to his hard fucking cock.
I was torn between staying where I was—staring at him in enamored awe—or joining him, pleading to be fucked up against the wall, on the floor and again in our bed.
I once thought of Dallas as nothing more than a problem. But now, when I looked at my husband, all I saw was a craving that needed fulfilling—an addiction that begged to be satisfied.
“The water’s getting colder the longer you sit there gawking, wifey. Why don’t you take off those clothes and let me care for you like a devoted husband should?”
Say. No. Fucking. More.
Before I had even processed it, my clothes fell away from my body as if they were nothing more than loose shreds of fabric, and my eyes were focused solely on his. I no longer felt the throbbing pain surrounding my neck, which I’d refused to disclose to him.
Just like the first night that Dallas brought me home, I threw myself at him, capturing his mouth with mine and moaning as he let me devour it. I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, my body pressed flush against his. I could feel his raging cock pulsating against my stomach with rapt desire.
“Christ…” He mumbled against my lips, and I giggled, fluttering my eyes to meet his.
“Saddle up, Ponyboy, and take me for a wild fucking ride.”
Not a request… far as fuck from a request.
On demand, my husband picked me up by my thighs, turning and pressing my back up against the cold wall. I flinched from the chill that shot up my spine, clenching my teeth as I sucked in a sharp breath from it.
I readjusted my hold on him, digging my nails into his back as his hips pulled away, and he lined his pierced head up against my center. I glanced down at his cock with a whimper of excitement, bracing myself for its large size.
“Hold on, sweet girl. Wouldn’t want you falling off and hurting yourself,” Dallas whispered beside my ear with a sinful chuckle before he drove his entire length into me, filling me until I felt as if I couldn’t hold any more of him.
He was so thick that the sensation of him thrusting in and out was always overwhelming. I could feel every ridge and vein of his cock as it glided against my walls, massaging me from the inside.
Digging his fingers into my ass, Dallas released one of his hands, placing his palm on the tiles beside my head as he continued to move harder and faster, pounding me against the wall.
I let myself go, moaning all forms of curses alongside his name.
Begging.
Pleading.
Harder.
Faster.
More.
More.
I needed all of him, I wanted my husband to fill me with his cum until it was dripping down my thighs until morning. My pussy at full capacity and unable to hold anymore of his DNA.
“Fuck.” Dallas moaned against the side of my neck as I dug my nails deeper, legs wrapped tightly around his waist, and hips rolling in time with his thrusts. “You’re going to wear me down tonight, aren’t you, wifey?” He chuckled, sucking on my neck as he grunted his pleasure.
