Page 13 of The Stallion (Men Under Revue #2)

Dallas

The way she uttered my name was sweet music to my ears— Bria. A name that was as beautiful and strong as she presented herself.

What perfect timing for a woman like her to fall into my office just when I needed her the most.

“Where do you want me? Here ?…” I gently pressed my lips against the tender spot just below her ear, needing another taste.

“… Here ?” I breathed against her as I dragged a knuckle along the curve of her breast before sliding my hand down her side toward her hip.

“Or… here ?” I ground my hips harder into hers, letting her get a good feel of just how hard she had me.

I was ready to fuck her up against the wall, over a chair, or even across my desk—bending her into every position her body could handle before it broke .

Her whimpered moan in response was all the encouragement I needed to drive my hand between us, and under the waistband of her tight-fitting pants, to feel just how much she wanted me.

“Sweet girl, you’re soaked,” I chuckled lightly with smug satisfaction as I dragged my middle finger through her wet pussy, before slowly sliding it in. “And I can only imagine how incredible you’d feel wrapped around my cock.”

Bria’s breath quickened as her head fell back against the wall, her eyes half-lidded from the euphoria of my finger gliding in and out while she started rocking herself against my palm.

I added a second finger, curling them both along her soft insides, stroking her G-spot, and winding her up even more. I then pressed the heel of my palm against her clit, allowing her to grind against it for even more friction.

This woman knew what she wanted—what she needed—and took it without hesitation.

I enjoyed the fact that I could stand here, whisper dirty words in her ear, and she could get herself off simply by riding my hand.

But what I would give to have her riding my hard cock right now instead.

“Fuck, I’m going to come.” Bria rasped through a strained moan, her body tensing as she fought to hold back her orgasm. “Oh god, oh, fuck…” She whimpered, covering her face with her hand.

“I think you mean, ‘Oh, Dallas,’ but I’ll fuck you like a god if you want me to. Just say the word, sweet girl, and I’m all yours. ”

“P-please.” Her plea was breathless, coated in ecstasy, just like my hand would soon be covered with her sweet cum, and fuck did I want to lick my palm clean after the fact.

“Come for me, baby, and then I’ll come deep inside you. Right after I ruin this sweet pussy for any other man who so much as thinks they deserve to feel this tight fit.”

Blind lust and desire charged my words. The mere thought of ruining her ignited a fire within me that glowed brighter than the sun and burned hotter than its core.

I was always one to enjoy a little dirty talk, but the things I wanted to say to this woman were words I had never even considered uttering out loud.

Fuck. Her smell, her sounds, her taste…

It was leaving a mark on me deeper than it should.

As I grazed my lips along the side of her soft neck, I could feel her pulse beating rapidly against them. I breathed in her warm, vanilla perfume, letting it soak deep into my senses.

All the damning things I wanted to do to this woman running through my mind on an endless loop, firing me up even further.

Fuck, I needed to claim her right this second—to mark and make her mine whether she wanted it or not.

The feeling was primal—desperate.

I was thirsty for Bria like the desert in a drought, and all I needed was a single drop of her to sustain me for eternity.

Bria cried out a string of curses as she let go, her climax ripping through her as I continued to curl my fingers and coax out every last ounce of her pleasure into my palm .

Her body was trembling from the orgasm, but I wasn’t nearly finished with my lust-driven need for her.

Pulling my hand from between her legs, I picked Bria up by her thighs and spun her away from the wall, gently setting her down on my desk.

I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck, bending forward as I pulled her face to meet mine. Her legs were wrapped around my hips, and her body was tilted back at a forty-five-degree angle—a perfect position.

“Last chance to tell me to stop, sweet girl. Because once I have you, you’re mine.”

In a brief moment of weakness, I felt as if I were losing control, like a wild animal seeking out its mate.

Bria’s eyes flared wide, their bright amber color catching in the light that streaked across the room from the half-cracked door, making them glow.

The way she hesitated had me tightening my jaw as I waited intently for her answer.

With every heavy, lust-laced breath that fell between us, I found myself near breaking just to take her without permission.

Bria shook her head, my stomach twisting at the threat of denial, before her lips crashed against mine, parting to let me in. I drove my tongue deep, tangling with hers, tasting everything she would allow.

While our mouths were locked in a powerful kiss, I dipped the hand I had pulled from her into my sweatpants, coating my dick with whatever was left of her release from my palm .

I dragged my thumb over the tip, my pre-cum already beginning to bead from it as I worked myself up more.

A simple whimpered moan into my mouth as Bria twisted her fists in my shirt was all the answer I needed to continue. In a rush for access, I ripped off her boots, tossing them over my shoulder before tearing down her pants and dragging her hips closer to mine.

I freed my aching cock giving it one last stroke before pushing her thong aside and pressing the head up against her warm wet entrance.

Slowly, I guided myself in, Bria’s mouth releasing mine as her head fell back once again, and she gasped with rapture.

Inch by inch, I slid myself deeper and deeper between her thighs as they tensed around my hips with a firm squeeze.

Fuck she was tight—so goddamn tight and so fucking mine.

Once I was fully seated inside of her, I bent forward, capturing Bria’s mouth once more. Her taste was one that I would never get enough of.

I pulled my hips back until only about an inch was left before slamming my hips right up against hers.

The scream that ripped from her lungs was intoxicating, and I wanted more. I wanted to leave this woman breathless and shattered for me.

With every thrust I drove into her, the entire desk rattled, with loose objects falling to the floor around us .

I chuckled, releasing her mouth as I dragged my lips down the side of her chin, along her jawline, and back toward her ear, tugging on the lobe with my teeth as I hissed my desire right alongside it.

She was so fucking wet with need that I didn’t just slide in and out of her—I glided, effortlessly .

The walls of her tight pussy squeezed my dick with every pull as if it never wanted to let me go.

As Bria started to tense around me, I picked up my pace, pounding harder into her as I dropped one hand to grip her ass cheek for leverage while the other was still firmly wrapped around her back for support.

I could hear the fabric of my shirt tearing from her nails as she squeezed her fists even tighter, her climax building up to its peak.

The sweet moans and cries of pleasure that fell from her swollen pink lips filled the room.

I sucked and bit down on her shoulder, desperate to leave a mark with my teeth but restraining myself from giving her anything more than a small hickey that would most likely fade by morning.

“Dallas, I—” She swallowed a deep moan, her breaths heavy as she fought to hold on. “Fuck, Dallas.” A high-pitched whimper cracked from her throat before I felt her pussy clench my dick harder than a fucking vice, and my balls tightened along with it.

“Sweet. Fucking. Girl.” I growled into her ear with each thrust, right before I felt her shatter around me.

With one last hard drive, I followed her over the edge, shoving my cock as deep as her body could take it before coming inside of her .

I held on to Bria tightly as we both slowly came down from our highs, my hips pressed up against hers as she buried her face into my chest.

My face was buzzing, sweat sliding down the center of my spine.

Bria would be a problem—but I could turn her into a solution.

My time was ticking as the leader of Red Magic, and I still needed to find a wife before it was up. I refused to lose a title I had earned after six years with the MUR.

The struggle for me was that she couldn’t be just anyone, and finding a love match like my parents within a year was like looking for a needle in a haystack—near impossible.

Love at first sight wasn’t real… But what if it was fake?

What if I found a woman who could fit the role I needed her to play and take it from there?

Did it matter if she loved me?

Would I care if she didn’t?

This woman before me was a desire bordering on obsession that started the moment my eyes locked with those of a smokey whiskey—getting me drunk with a single sultry look.

And I had her right here, in the palm of my hand.

Bria was precisely what I was looking for—what I needed to uphold my leadership status, and I had less than a month to make it happen.

Oh, Bria.

Have I got plans for you…