Page 103 of Married with Mayhem

I have no idea what’s going on when he jumps off the bed. I still can’t guess when he makes a beeline for my suitcase and rapidly unzips it. But a very mortifying suspicion crosses my mind when he digs to the bottom, beneath all my clothes.

“Oh no,” I whisper.

With a wicked laugh, he finds what he’s looking for and brandishes my favorite hot pink dual-prong dildo. “Oh yes.”

Panicked, I grab two pillows and hide my face beneath them. Monte leaps back on the bed like a wildcat and yanks the pillows away. That’s probably for the best. I couldn’t breathe very well under there.

His grin is profane. He prods my legs apart and kneels between them.

“How the hell did you know that was in there?” I whine.

Clearly, he anticipated this question and enjoys answering. “You kidding? You left your suitcase open with a freaking neon dildo sitting out in plain sight when you ran off to visit the ice machine. Don’t you remember? Our very first motel room.”

“I remember. But you didn’t torment me so I assumed you didn’t notice.”

“I was being polite.”

“And now you’re no longer polite?”

“Hell no.” He switches the thing on. The pink head of the fake cock jerks around in thrust mode. “Ever since that night I’ve wondered if you’d just gotten finished using it.”

“Maybe I did, Monte. Maybe I was thinking about you while I fucked myself silly in the shower.”

A strangled noise escapes from his throat. His dick is so huge and hard I bet he’s having trouble thinking.

Now it’s my turn to smirk. “You never told me the rules of this game.”

“One rule,” he says. “You don’t come until I tell you to. Follow that rule and you win.”

“Ready, set, go,” I say.

I’ve barely spoken the word ‘go’ before Monte lowers the vibrator. He already had me all worked up thanks to our steamy time in the kitchen. I could easily come if he’d just cooperate and push the head in a few scant inches. Instead, all he does is keep the damn thing thrumming at my entrance. Each thrust penetrates only half an inch and then stays maddeningly shallow.

‘Just the Tip’my ass. This is more like‘Keep Away With Sabrina’s Orgasm’as Monte dangles my climax just out of reach and refuses to let me have it.

I squirm and moan and glare and refuse to give in while he just watches.

“You’re mean,” I whimper.

“Sometimes,” he admits with a grin and another onslaught of the vibrator.

At least I’m no longer worried about being totally naked in front of him. I’ll promise to walk around naked every day if only he’ll let me have some relief. I’m starting to get shaky and sweaty with the endless effort to keep the orgasm at bay. This can’t be good for a girl’s health. Soon, I’m going to scream. Or pass out.

Just as I’m ready to seize the vibrator from his grip and lose the game, he calmly switches it off.

“Excellent job, Brina,” he says so matter-of-factly. “Now you’ll be allowed to come.”

“Okay,” I whisper, ready to cry.

Monte lines up his cock between my legs. He screws his eyes shut for a few seconds, exhales and enters me but just barely. He’s leaning on his hands, which are curled into tight fists as he struggles with his own self-control.

As for me, I’m done holding out. I’ve been right on the verge for what seems like ages and the feel of Monte’s cock is the last straw. He groans and shudders when I arch my back and use him shamelessly to get off.

It feels so good and yet it’s not enough. He can’t take it this far and then tease his way out. I’ll lose my mind if I can’t have him.

“Bonus round,” I whimper and lock my knees around his hips. “Please.”

He groans again and drops his forehead to mine. “You’re gonna be the death of me, baby.”

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