Page 55 of Married to the Alien Mountain Man

“You know about cunnilingus,” I asked, sliding my fist up and down, “but you don’t know about blow jobs? It’s like the male version of that. When your wife licks and sucks you.”

I guess he liked the sound of that. His hips spasmed, and generous precum dribbled from the dark slit at his tip.

“There was not… I did not see that… In the book.”

Sneaky Tasha. Making sure the cowboys were more educated on eating pussy than they were on getting their dicks sucked. What a most excellent human-Zabrian liaison. Truly, an ally to all womankind.

And it made this all the more exciting. Because Oaken hadn’t been expecting it.

“Can I show you?” I murmured, letting my lips graze the fat head of his cock. Just a little. Just enough to taste the alien salt of him. To feel the desperate throb of him, bucking against my teeth.

His answer was a broken groan. “Please.”

Ever polite, this husband of mine.

I took the head of his cock into my mouth and sucked.

“Empire help me…That’s…Ah!” Oaken’s words melted into moans as I worked him. My tongue explored the exquisitely smooth tip, lapping gently at the slit. His cock tail spasmed on my pinky, and a jet of molten fluid hit my tongue. Oaken went entirely rigid, and a gentle-yet-insistent hand came to my head.

“Jaya, you have to move now,” Oaken said on a guttural growl.

“Or what?” I said, my words garbled around his flesh.

“Or I’m going to spill more in your mouth.”

Heat went through me like a stunner’s beam. From my head, right down my spine, to my clit. I moaned, and gave him a big, long suck.

I wanted to show him that it was OK to come in my mouth. It was OK to let go for once.

It was OK to want this. Even if he didn’t really want me.

But even if, unlike my stupid self, he hadn’t let a crush on his spouse-of-convenience turn into an incurable and possibly fatal case of feelings, he was at least somewhat attracted to me. I’d managed to activate his loins, at least. And he clearly liked having my mouth on his dick. He’d given up on trying to nudge my head away, and instead was possessively gripping my scalp. When I risked a glance upwards, I found his eyes already on me, watching as he panted, his hips rocking.

I’d never wanted to make somebody come this badly. I’d never been this desperate to please someone.

I used every trick I knew and even a few I made up on the spot. I licked, sucked, squeezed. Played with the sac below his shaft, nibbled on his cock tail, lovingly traced the throbbingly swollen veins on his shaft with my tongue.

The man came in under a minute. And I was probably just a little too proud of myself for that fact, considering the poor guy had never had a girl even look at his dick before, let alone suck it like a fucking straw. But still, I let myself revel in a moment of heady, horny pride as Oaken shook violently and then fully released in my mouth.

It was hard to tell, because his sounded broken. Absolutely shattered.

But I was pretty sure the moment he let go, he said my name.

I couldn’t be certain, though. Very quickly, I required all my concentration to control the seemingly-endless flow of Oaken’s come into my mouth. I swallowed some, but was soon overwhelmed. Gasping, I pulled my mouth off of him with a wet sound. I massaged him, guiding the rest of his come to splatter onto abdominal muscles contracting so hard it almost looked painful.

His flesh was still quite firm in my hand, but when he seemed to be done spewing, I reached over to grab a tissue from near the bed. I gave my lips a quick swipe, then started mopping up the come from Oaken’s belly.

“Don’t,” he panted. “You don’t… have to do that…”

“I don’t mind,” I said. It was sincere, too. Even though he’d already come, I still wanted to please him. I still wanted to take care of him. “You just lie back and let me be your good little wife for a minute.”

I should not have taken such pleasure in the idea of being Oaken’s “good little wife” when I was barely even his wife.

When I was supposed to be preparing him for his next wife.

Hisrealone.

But for now, I was married to him. And for now, I would enjoy it.

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