Page 32 of The Stallion (Men Under Revue #2)

Dallas

After spending hours making my wife the center of my universe, I was woken early by a text from Dustin, detailing the aftermath and result of her test.

Unbeknownst to me, one single fucking camera in that suite recorded the entire encounter between my wife and her target.

It aggravated the fuck out of me to know there was a camera in that room from the very beginning, and that I wasn’t given access to it from the start.

Emily had informed me that the illusion suite was unmonitored per Dustin’s instruction, and yet here he was fucking telling me that he saw everything that fucking happened.

My irritation at that minor detail aside, Dustin at least confirmed that Bria had completed her test and as of today, we officially had the blessing of the MUR to continue our life as usual—whatever the fuck that meant these days .

Before I had brought my sweet girl home, I cleared the entire kitchen of all the old food I originally had, donating what I could and trashing what I couldn’t—wanting nothing more than a fresh start with her in our home.

Over the course of several weeks, the fridge and pantry were fully stocked, and we no longer ordered takeout. Most evenings, I prepared our meals, loving any opportunity to play chef, and on a few occasions, Bria and I cooked dinner together—always an intimate experience between the two of us.

Failing to fall back asleep, I wandered into the kitchen to make myself breakfast and coffee.

Deciding on something quick and easy—a toasted bagel with jalapeno cream cheese—I leaned back, pressing my thighs against the kitchen counter.

I stared out the back windows, spying a storm rolling toward us in the distance.

Dropping my attention to the large mug I held, I swirled its contents, finally having the time to slow down and think—to process everything that had happened up until today.

After what felt like only minutes, I heard a throat clearing, and I lifted my gaze to see my wife standing in the archway to our bedroom, wearing nothing more than one of my T-shirts—my favorite outfit of choice.

A smile tugged at the corner of my lips as I saw my future in Bria’s bright amber eyes—the simple fact that I now had a future with her to look forward to.

Bria raised a brow at me as she crossed her arms over her chest and slowly sauntered across the living room, swaying her hips with every step .

“What? Why are you staring at me like that?” I scoffed, taking another long sip from my mug.

“Oh, no reason… I’m just trying to figure out how the hell you’ve managed to make eating a bagel bare ass naked look so fucking hot… It’s quite a talent now that I think of it…” She hummed, licking her lips with rapt hunger.

I glanced down at my half-mast dick before lifting my eyes back up to meet my wife with a sinful smirk.

“Pretty sure it’s my package.”

“Always so confident. Are you sure that’s not just your overinflated ego telling you that?”

“I’ll give you an overinflated cock if that’s what you want for breakfast instead of the other half of this…” I held up the last portion of my bagel with a wink as she completed her approach toward me, stopping within arm’s reach.

“Don’t tempt me.” Her eyes shifted between the food and my dick—now hard as fuck and ready to play.

“On the bagel or the cock? Because you can have both, sweet girl. What’s mine is yours—forever and for always.”

“I literally cannot with you some mornings.” She sighed with a light laugh, shutting her eyes as she pinched the bridge of her nose and shook her head.

“Never forget, I have my whole life to torment the fuck out of you, my darling wifey.” Placing my mug on the counter, I bent forward with a smirk, gripping her chin and pulling her face closer to mine.

“Now, how about a good morning kiss?” I murmured, my eyes dropping to her lips before wandering further down.

Well aware that my wife was naked beneath my shirt and—I could guarantee—soaked between her pretty, toned thighs.

“Only if the kiss comes with a side of begging.”

“By me or you?” I could never resist an opportunity to tease her.

“Jesus Christ, Dallas…” She laughed, playfully claiming my mouth with hers and lifting her leg, pressing her knee against the edge of the counter and grinding her hips into mine.

“You’re getting better at remembering my name, wifey.” I groaned, digging my fingers into her bare ass cheeks before lifting and carrying her back into our bedroom.

“What are you doing, Ponyboy?” Bria giggled, running her fingers through my hair as I set her down on the edge of the mattress.

“I’m going to worship the one woman who can bring me to my fucking knees day after day. Now give me that pretty pussy, I want to taste my sweet girl.”

Bria eagerly fell back on the bed, biting her lip like a tease and spreading her legs nice and wide, just for me. She drove me wild, in the best fucking way, and I was about to devour her.

I dragged my lips up the inside of her thigh, pressing tender kisses and nipping at her sensitive skin along the way to my favorite fucking place.

When I reached the apex of her thighs, I brushed the tip of my nose up her center before roughly dragging my tongue right behind it, getting a good taste of how much I aroused her.

She arched her back on a moan, her fingers finding their way through my hair and securing their hold on me .

“Fuck, Dallas. Please.” And here I thought I would be the one to beg first.

“What do you want, sweet girl?” I spoke, while using the tip of my tongue to taunt her pussy with short, teasing flicks, paying extra close attention to her clit and ever sensitive nerves.

All she did was moan in answer, her inner thighs tensing and toes curling.

“I can do this all day. Play with you using only my tongue, edging you to your climax and then leaving you there until you beg me to come. Is that what you want?”

“N-no don’t—Don’t stop.” She whimpered, digging her nails into my scalp and jerking me closer while rolling her hips.

“Tell me what I want to hear and I’ll let you fuck my face like you want.”

“Please just fucking eat me. Please. I want this, and I need you. Nothing else in this world compares.”

“Flattery will get you everything, sweet girl. Hold on tight.”

Wrapping my hands around her thighs, I pushed her body further back on the bed before using all of my weight to flip our positions, her body now hovering over mine on all fours.

I then switched my grip to hold her ass, pulling her hips back to my face before latching onto her clit and devouring her like a man starved.

In no time at all, Bria was grinding herself against my mouth, my tongue finding its way into her pussy twisting and licking her soft delicious walls .

I enjoyed every fucking second of her on top, whether she was riding my cock or my face, it didn’t matter. She always looked good in this position.

I slid my grip down to dig my fingers into her thighs, keeping her in position as I felt her muscles flex around my head, and she fell forward, clawing at the sheets, ready to come at any given second.

“I’m almost disappointed. I imagined you holding on far longer than this… But then again, I was always good at finishing my meals. Come for me, wifey. Let me have all of you.”

Bria whimpered her release, struggling to keep herself upright as she let herself go and I lapped up every drop of her cum. Savoring her sweet essence which I loved so fucking much.

Without giving her a break, desperate to feel her wrapped tightly around my cock. I crawled out from under her, dragging one last long lick up her center before dragging her back to the edge of the bed, ass in the air ready to line myself up with her swollen pussy.

I tapped my hard cock on her ass, before pressing the head up against her, dipping it inside until the piercings just barely disappeared, taunting her. She jerked her hips back on me, forcing me in further, and I smirked.

“Quit laughing and fuck me already, Ponyboy. You’re such a fucking tease!” She growled through a moan, rocking her hips as I stood still and allowed her to fuck herself with my dick.

I smacked the side of her ass cheek hard enough to leave a blush pink mark and she moaned again, fisting the sheets and pressing the side of her face into them.

“Please. Harder. Dallas, please. ”

I fucking loved it when she begged. Her pussy was greedy for me, always so soaked and ready for me. I’ll never get tired of fucking my sweet girl. She felt far too good to refuse.

I spanked her on the other side once more to even the marks before digging my fingers into her hips and slamming myself into her. Her body tensed and jerked forward in shock, before relaxing slightly as I fucked her hard and rough, setting a demanding pace.

Bria pushed out her pussy, allowing me to go deep with every thrust and I moaned as I felt her walls clench around my dick, ready to milk me of every drop of cum I had.

Letting go of her lip, I dragged my nails down her spine before bending forward to sink my teeth into her shoulder, claiming what was mine as I felt my balls tighten. I reached one hand around to play with her clit while the other teased her nipples, pinching and twisting them in tandem.

There were no dirty words left in me as I reached my edge, locking my jaw as I fought to hold back until she came first.

I felt Bria’s pussy spasm with her climax, her face buried in the sheets as she screamed, curling her back against me, I let myself go. Slamming into her one last time before releasing my cum, filling her until I could feel the excess against my pelvis.

When I pulled out, I admired the mess I had made of my sweet girl. Our cum leaked out of her perfect pink pussy and down her inner thighs before she collapsed onto the bed groaning in exhausted satisfaction.

I leaned over her beautiful body, pressing my fists into the mattress on either side, before bending down to pepper soft, gentle kisses along the back of her neck. She was still working to catch her breath, her ribs expanding and contracting with every inhale.

“I fucking love you, sweet girl,” I murmured against her soft flawless skin.

Bria rolled underneath me, cupping my face with her hands and giving me a smile that caused my heart to swell.

“I love you, Dallas, don’t ever let me go.”

“ Never .”

I gently kissed her forehead before moving lower to capture her mouth, and we fell into a profound, heartfelt moment.

I wouldn’t dare leave her. Bria was my everything—heart and soul. She would have to be pried from my cold, dead fucking hands and even then I would hang on for dear life.