Page 17 of The Stallion (Men Under Revue #2)

Dallas

Bria was everything I had hoped for when I chose her to be my wife. She was going to give me a run for my money, but I was ready for the chase of a fucking lifetime.

I lined my hard cock up with her entrance before sinking my hips down between her thighs.

The blissful sigh that escaped from her lips was intoxicating, as if she had found sweet relief while I stretched and filled her.

My sweet girl’s pussy was so wet that I slid in and out of her effortlessly.

The way her walls tensed around my dick felt so fucking good, welcoming me like a tight hug as if I had just arrived home after a long day of work.

I wanted to savor every second of being inside of this woman, massaging her cunt with my cock .

The magic cross was designed to stimulate additional nerves with every thrust—essentially, making me pierced for her pleasure.

Bria dug her nails into my forearms as I picked up my pace, rolling my hips while I gripped her thighs and splayed her even wider for me.

Being a cheerleader, my initial thought was that she would’ve been flexible, and my fucking god did her legs spread until she was doing a full-blown fucking split.

“What other positions can this body of yours handle?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” She whimpered as I continued my thrusts, and she pressed the back of her head deeper into the mattress, surrendering herself to the pleasure—to me.

“I do; that's why I asked. But if you won’t tell me, I’ll just have to find out for myself.”

Pulling all the way out, I flipped Bria onto her stomach, pressing my palm into her back as she attempted to fight her way back up.

“Dallas.” She groaned in refusal—the loss of my cock, burying her nails into the duvet and pushing as much force into her palms as possible.

I had to hand it to her; not only was she flexible, but she was strong, and I had to lean extra weight into my hand just to keep her down.

“Keep still, sweet girl. I know you want to try this position just as much as I do. I can’t imagine another man ever testing your limits the way I will.”

I slid myself backwards off the bed, dragging her with me until the pads of her feet touched the floor. With one of her legs standing straight, I lifted the other higher and higher until it was parallel to my chest, and she was doing front splits right up against my body.

Fucking flawless.

Wrapping my hands around the back of her calf and thigh for leverage, I drove myself back inside her greedy pussy, fucking it even harder than before.

Bria buried her face in the sheets, her cries of pain and pleasure echoing off the walls, only encouraging me to push her even further, wanting to test just how far she could go before she broke.

This position alone sparked more creative ideas for later—and I couldn’t fucking wait.

Feeling Bria’s muscles tense and her leg begin to tremble, I let go, gently dropping it to the floor and switching up our position once more.

I leaned over her back, resting a hand on her hip while I snaked the other up her spine to grip her shoulder.

“Come for me, sweet girl. Let me feel that tight cunt of yours squeeze every drop from my cock.”

I bit down on the soft skin on the back of her shoulder, this time marking her as mine as she came. Bria’s screams of pure euphoria had me falling over the edge right along with her.

Releasing my grip on her body, I pressed my hands into the mattress on either side of her for support as she melted further into the bed, and I admired my wife—spent and breathless.

Some things were too good to be true, and I sure as fuck hoped that this wasn’t one of those times.

A woman made just for me, falling into my life as if it were fate.

Bria passed out shortly after I cleaned up the cum that had started dripping down between her thighs.

I picked up my wife, cradling her in my arms as I repositioned her in the bed—her head on the plush pillows and her body wrapped snugly in the duvet.

She didn’t say a word while I tucked her in, and once her eyes had closed, they didn’t reopen. Her soft snores were enough to tell me that she was sound asleep.

The temptation to crawl in behind Bria and hold her tight against my chest was gnawing at me, so instead, I forced myself out of the bedroom to sleep on the couch instead.

Something that seemed so easy at first was already becoming a problem.

I knew that with time, I would eventually fall for her—how could I not?

Bria checked all the boxes and more. But as of right now, it was too soon.

She hadn’t even taken her test, and yet here I was, feeling the unspoken desire of wanting her for far more, crawling up the back of my neck like a venomous spider, ready to bite.

I stared up at the ceiling before dragging my hand down my face with a sigh as I tried to think of anything but her.

Sex was always the catalyst for attachment, and I couldn’t resist fucking my sweet girl when she looked like— that … But goddamn, ho w was I supposed to separate the feelings from the goal, or at least keep them at bay until I knew that she had passed her test—that I would be allowed to keep her.

Would she reciprocate the sentiment at the end of the day? And w hy the fuck did I suddenly care if she didn’t?

Once Bria passed her test, she would be mine until death; there was no going back for her now. And even if she wanted to leave me, she couldn’t—not without repercussions.

So then, why was I so unwilling to let the pieces fall?

Was it the apprehension of being vulnerable with her?

Or was it the fear of falling in love and knowing that at any point between now and completing her test, this woman could be ripped away from me, permanently …

I may have just created my biggest mess to date, not counting the one I had just cleaned up in the bedroom.

What the fuck is happening to me?

The notification sound on my phone went off, and I picked it up from where I had set it on the floor, checking the time before unlocking the screen.

Eleven. It felt a lot later, considering the ten-hour total drive I had made today just to bring Bria home. I still needed to get the marriage license to a notary before it was too late, and she changed her mind.

I opened the new text from none other than the man himself.

Dustin: We have a meeting to schedule.

I figured it wouldn’t have taken long for word to reach Dustin regarding my marriage to Bria.

I skipped many essential steps for bringing a woman into our world: the extensive background checks, the two-week private investigation for prospective brides, and the approval from Dustin himself once all the information had been gathered for his review.

Oops.

Me: Give me a time and place. I’ll be there.

Dustin: My office. Tomorrow. Noon.

Well, fuck. I thought he’d give me longer than a single night before scheduling anything. I must’ve really pissed him off if that was the case.

Now, I definitely wasn’t going to get any fucking sleep tonight.

I’m sure Dustin would have a few choice words for me, seeing as I skipped all the steps, passed GO, and collected my bride without giving two shits about it.

It wasn’t my fault that they had to create the ridiculous rule requiring leadership to be married.

Dustin was at the top of the fucking food chain, and he was still single for fuck sake .

I dropped my phone back onto the floor, my arm dangling over the edge of the couch, and I groaned as if I were in pain.

This will all work out in the end.

It had to.