The Marriage Dare

The orgasm crashes down on me, crushing me with the pleasure of it. And I do scream. I scream his name. Yes. God. Yes. More. Fuck me, Daniel. And he does, yelling his own climax as he spills himself deep inside me.

His eyes devour me, watching me pant in my dress, still stuffed full of him. “We’re not done, Princess,” he says. “Once I get you out of that dress, we’re going all night.”

I grin at him. “And before you get me out of the dress?”

He stands, cock slipping out of me, slick from my pussy. “I think, Princess, that I’m going to need you to prove that you’re an excellent wife.”

Looking at his cock, my mouth starts to water. He’s covered in our sex, and I want to taste it. I want to be on my knees for him in a way I’ve never wanted with any other man. I’ll play this game. Because in the end, I love him and he loves me.

So I sink down onto my knees, my wedding dress puffing out around me, and I suck my husband’s cock. I let him come down my throat while I’m staring up at him, and I let him peel me out of my wedding dress and fuck me again and again.

When we finally collapse together—sweaty and spent—even then we can’t keep our hands off each other. Daniel pulls me too him and tucks me against his body. He kisses me softly, eyes closing. “I love you, Monica. Always.”

I’m exhausted too, and I feel myself being pulled down into delicious, sated sleep. “I love you too,” I say. I’ve never meant anything more.