Page 95 of Married with Mayhem

Finally, I manage to take a dazed breath. “How do I win the game?”

“If you stay quiet when you come, then you win.”

At this point, I might come if he breathes on me too hard. The warm buzz between my legs rises to a fever pitch.

Monte still waits for consent. “Tell me whether you want to play.”

“I really want to play your game, Monte.”

He tugs on my shorts. “I was watching you today. Sitting in the grass. Laughing with your sister. Totally clueless that I couldn’t stop thinking about fucking you with my mouth. Thank you for letting me.”

I shift my hips to help him slide the shorts down my legs. The low moan in my throat is automatic.

“I love the sounds you make,” he says and pulls my panties down next. “But remember the biggest rule of the game. You want to win, don’t you, honey?”

My teeth sink into my lower lip. Yes, I want to win.

Monte pushes my legs apart. His tongue explores gently, slowly, lapping in and out, pausing to tease my clit.

The feeling is indescribable. A thousand times better than the most innovative vibrator. He groans and with the hum of the vibration, I see stars. My fists seize clumps of bedding and my back bends to welcome more access from his tongue.

I’ve never allowed anyone to go down on me before and now I don’t know how I’ll live without doing this every day. Monte’s mouth is a tool of torment and ecstasy. I unclench my fists from the bed comforter and push my fingers into his hair. Since the rules of the game don’t allow me to speak, this is the only way I can let him know how much I love what he’s doing.

When I come, it takes everything I have not to scream. He’s merciless with his tongue, refusing to let up until I’ve quit thrashing and writhing. I’m still floating back to earth when I hear his voice.

“You won, Brina.” He plants soft kisses on the inside of each thigh. “You’re already a pro at this game. I knew you would be.”

Monte dresses me, sliding my panties and shorts back on. It’s uncanny the way he correctly anticipates what I need, how I’d start to feel uneasy about being so exposed once the throbbing orgasm fades.

But I bet he’s not anticipating what I’m about to do next.

“I didn’t really win.” I sit up and face him in the darkness. “I can’t truly win unless you play too.”

I’m almost tempted to switch the light back on. I’d really enjoy seeing the look on his face right now.

He’s so surprised that seconds keep ticking by with no snappy reply from him. This time I get to feel a little smug.

I flatten my hand on his broad chest. “Lay down. Same rules apply. You can’t make a sound.”

“Fuck, Brina,” he groans and flops back on the mattress.

“Starting now,” I warn and peel back the waistband of his shorts. His cock, thick and huge and hard, springs out into my hand. “You’re not the only one who had dirty thoughts all day. In my fantasies, I sucked you off until you came in my mouth. And then I swallowed. Now make my fantasy come true, Monte.”

He shudders out a breath.

I really hope I can keep up with my own filthy talk. I’ve never actually given a successful blow job before. Sure, I’ve watched videos. Read graphic descriptions. That’s not the same as doing the work. I want so badly to please him, to make him feel as good as he makes me feel.

Monte sharply sucks in air when my lips touch the head of his cock. There’s a drop of moisture there and I taste it. Vaguely salty. I wrap my hand around the shaft to guide it better. I lick my way up and down before taking him in my mouth. He’s far too big to fit all the way in and I try to take my cues from him, noting how his breathing changes as I move his cock in and outof my mouth. His hands touch my head, tangling in my hair, applying light pressure to let me know the pace he wants.

I never knew this act could be so much fun. Feeling the response from his powerful body is a unique kind of pleasure. He’s so much bigger and stronger than I am. Yet right now I’m holding him captive with my mouth.

He’s getting close. His muscles tighten, his movements become more frantic. A warm surge coats my tongue. There’s a lot of it but I swallow every drop, just like I said I would.

This is too much for Monte. He can’t stick to the rules. He groans out my name as he finishes.

I kiss his hard belly. “Turns out I really did win.”

“You did,” he agrees, still breathless. Then he laughs, a deep throaty chuckle. “Fucking hell, that was incredible.”

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