Page 27 of Toxic B!tch
In front of the bed, she turns to face me and I can’t help but take her in. She doesn’t say a word, just lets the moment hang there, the anticipation thick in the air. Then, she surprises me.
"You didn’t ask," she says, her voice low, almost teasing, "but I also wore something easy to remove."
She starts unbuttoning her coat one by one, slow, deliberate, each button a tease, each movement a promise. The coat slips off her shoulders and falls to the floor.
And there she is. Bare. Glowing in the soft light of the room, standing in nothing but her skin—the skin the good lord gave her.
I bring a knuckle to my mouth and bite down on it, trying to control the rush of desire that hits me all at once. "Fuck me,baby. You look good enough to eat. And I plan to do just that." My voice is low, rough, like gravel. I can barely get the words out without my tone betraying me.
She steps backward until her thighs hit the edge of the bed. Without breaking eye contact, she climbs onto the mattress, her body moving with the same kind of grace that sets my pulse on fire. She spreads her thighs, her eyes never leaving mine. And then, she whispers, like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me:
"Bon appétit."
And just like that, everything inside me snaps.
I yank off my sweater, throwing it to the floor. It’s a desperate motion, like if I don’t shed this layer, I won’t be able to breathe. My fingers fumble with the waistband of my joggers, but I don’t care—everything else fades away.
There’s usually some hesitation in moments like this, that little whisper of doubt that lingers in the back of my mind. What if she doesn’t like what she sees? What if the roundness of my belly and the thick muscle in my thighs make her turn away? This is the time the thought hits—what if she’s not attracted to me?
But not with her. Not with Indigo.
I pull my joggers down in one smooth motion, standing there, completely exposed. And for once, I don’t feel anything but raw confidence. I look at her, and I know I have nothing to hide. She’s different. She’s not like anyone else I’ve been with, and she makes me feel different. Makes me feel like I don’t need to worry about the things that normally make me self-conscious.
Her eyes lock onto mine, dark and hungry, and I know she’s seeing me. All of me. Not just the surface, but everything beneath it—the hunger, the desire, the need I can’t hide. She doesn’t look away, doesn’t blink. She just watches, and in thatmoment, I know, without a shadow of a doubt, she wants me as much as I want her.
I prowl toward the bed and drop to my knees at the foot of the bed. Like lightning, I reach out and grab Indigo’s ankles, pulling her closer to me so her core is right where I want it.
“Fuck, your pussy is pretty,” I murmur, taking in her swollen clit and light tan lips.
I push her thighs further apart, lean in, and place open-mouth kisses to her center. I pull away, switching my mouth out for my fingers, and move them side to side rapidly on her little nub. Then my mouth is on her again, my tongue picking up where my fingers left off.
“Mmm,” she moans, lifting her head just long enough to lock eyes with me, and I suck her clit between my lips.
Releasing it, I lick her from ass to clit. Slowly, I move back to her clit, flicking my tongue up and down relentlessly, and she begins to grind against my face.
“Fuuuck!” she cries.
I suck her bundle of nerves into my mouth again, this time releasing it with a pop before doing it again.
I feast on her pussy like a starving man, leaving not an inch of flesh untasted. Indigo is mewling as her hips chase my tongue and lips.
Knowing she’s not going to last much longer and wanting to feel her tight little pussy wrapped around my dick, I push two fingers into her channel and curl them against her inner walls.
“I’m gonna come,” she cries, but I don’t let up, lapping at her cunt almost violently.
She screams as her orgasm rolls through her. Her toes curl and her body quivers as she coats my face and beard in her cream.
When she comes down from her high, she doesn’t waste a second getting up on her knees and patting the bed beside her.
“Time to let me on the ride I’ve waited all night for.” She laughs.
With anyone else, that might be cringy, but somehow it’s just Indigo, which makes it sexy.
I climb onto the bed and lie on my back. Without missing a beat, she straddles my cock, holding it at the base, lining it up with her cunt.
“What abou—” I start to ask, but am cut short by her dropping down, taking me to the hilt in one fast slide. “Fuuuuck.”
She bounces up and down on my cock like it’s a fucking pogo stick, and the whole time she pulls and twists on her nipples.
