Page 86 of Married with Mayhem

She’s warm and compliant, allowing me to pull her shirt over her head. Underneath, she wears a tank top. If that goes too, I won’t be able to stop. I’m damn near at that point already.

My mouth moves to her neck, breathing in the scent of her soap before sucking her skin hard enough to make her gasp. Her hips buck, trying in vain to grind out the ache in her pussy. She doesn’t need to do that. I’ll show her a better way.

One strap of her tank top gets pushed down. Then the other. I’m in such a frenzy I might rip the thing in half and bury my face between her gorgeous tits. Instead, I collect a few threads of self-control and ease her down to her back.

I need to be serious for a minute. There’s something that needs to be said before we go any further.

“Brina, listen up.” I nudge her legs wider apart and settle between them. “You can always stop me. It doesn’t matter what we’re in the middle of doing. You don’t need a reason and I’llnever be angry. If it doesn’t make you feel good then I don’t want to do it. Understand?”

“Yes,” she says in a faint, breathless voice. “I understand.”

I run my hands over her smooth thighs. The barrier of her panties taunts me, daring me to tear them off. Another time, I will.

For now I shed my shorts, leaving only my boxers in place. Seizing her wrist, I guide her hand to my dick. One touch of her hand wreaks havoc on my resolve. Biting back a string of obscenities, I need to wait a few seconds before I’m able to speak again.

“This is what you do to me,” I say in a hoarse whisper as my cock swells to the point of eruption. “All I need to do is look at you or think about you. No other girl can ever get the best of me the way you can. You’ll win every contest, every time. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, Sabrina. You fucking own me and it’s time you knew it.”

The more I talk, the more she arches her spine and whimpers in response.

Yeah, this does it for her. Dirty talk and praise. I can definitely handle that.

I feel a wide grin slice my face in the darkness. The triumph is sweet and why shouldn’t it be?

“That’s my good girl,” I assure her. “But now I need your help. Show me how you want to come. There’s no wrong answer. No limits. I just need to feel you get there. Will you help me?”

“Yes,” she gasps out and steers my dick to her pussy. There are still obstacles between us. Her panties. My boxers. This doesn’t bother her. She clutches my arms and opens her knees wider, quaking with a moan at the slow, deliberate stroke of my cock surging against her panties.

I flatten one palm on the mattress to keep the bulk of my weight off her and guide my movements better. My cockthreatens to split right through my boxers as I tease her pussy with a series of shallow thrusts. Dry humping has never been so much fun.

The torment drives her wild. She writhes and quivers and bucks her hips.

“Fuck, that feels good,” she pants and moves her body to match every thrust.

“You’re so sexy.” I kiss her neck. Then I kiss her lips. “You don’t know how tough it’s been to keep my hands off you. Damn near killed me.”

We’re basically fucking with our clothes on and nothing has ever been hotter. She’s almost there. I can feel it in the way her muscles tighten. She starts to tremble and let go.

Wait, somehow my dick got loose. My boxers are down past my hips. How did that happen? Don’t know. Don’t care.

Not even divine intervention could stop me from finishing when she’s on the brink. My mouth locks on hers and we’re still kissing when she comes. The sounds she makes, those sweet breathless moans, are going to live in my head forever. She shudders beneath me as the climax sends her over the edge.

This is all too much for me and my dick. She’s still trembling from the orgasm aftershocks when I release with a heavy groan, refusing to pull back, stubbornly marking her as mine as I come all over her panties. Like ALL over her panties. They’re fucking drenched now.

And I’m not sorry. Not even a little bit.

Feeling a mix of triumph and possession, I rub my hand across her wet panties to make sure all the cum gets properly soaked in where it belongs.

“Look what happened, Brina.” I cluck my tongue as I stroke her. “I made such a mess out of you. I just couldn’t help it.”

She jerks under my hand. “Oh fuck.” She shivers with a soft cry and she does her best to rub against my hand in order to get off a second time.

I was already feeling smug as hell and now the feeling intensifies. My grin is so huge I probably look like a maniac.

“Aw, baby, this is really my fault. I should have known you weren’t done yet. Can I fix this for you?”

“Yes,” she gasps and pushes on my hand. “Please do that, Monte.”

“Smart girl. You always know exactly the words I want to hear.” I push my hand into her panties and touch her aching pussy, slick with desire and more than ready to take the two fingers I slide inside of her.

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