Page 28 of Toxic B!tch
It's a sight I want to burn into my brain. So unfiltered and raw. So my fucking woman.
“Baby, I’m not gonna last long with you riding me like that,” I tell her.
“That’s the point,” she pants. “I want to feel you filling me up. Then we’ll have a snack and go again. I want to be full of you, Malik, until I feel you dripping from my hole.”
Holy fucking shit.
I don’t stand a chance. Grabbing her hips, I hold her down as my cock jerks inside her pussy. I groan as I empty myself inside of her. Not wanting to be left out, she reaches down and spanks her pussy a few times before using three fingers to rub back and forth feverishly on her clit.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Malik. God. Yes!” she screams as her hips roll on their own accord, her walls tightening around my dick like a vise.
Her head is tossed back as she cries her release before collapsing down on top of me.
“That was amazing,” she whispers.
“You’re amazing.” I stroke her dark strands.
“So, what do you think? I make us some bagel bites, and then we go again, but doggie style?”
Jesus Christ. I wasn’t lying when I said this woman is gonna be the death of me.
But what a way to go.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
MALIK
Indigo and I haven’t spent a single night apart since the carnival. During the day, we do our own thing—work, errands, whatever—but come evening, we’re together. Always. One of us ends up at the other’s place, and we fall into the same pattern: eat, talk, and then ravage each other like it’s the end of the world.
Honestly, I didn’t even know the human male body had that much cum inside of it. I feel like a walking science experiment. She’s insatiable. She sucks me off every night and then insists that I bury my cock in her. And the craziest part? I don’t even mind. If anything, I’m addicted. If it wasn’t completely insane, I’d stop by a jewelry store after work one day and put a ring on it. I won’t, but I’m not letting her go, either. That much I’m sure of.
Today, we both have the day off, so I asked her to come to Marie’s property. She hasn’t seen it yet—this huge part of my life that’s still mine alone. It feels like a big step, letting her into this. Plus, I want her to meet Marie. She’s been like family to me, and it’s important that they get along.
“Don’t forget to bundle up, baby,” I call down the hallway. “It’s freezing out there. No windbreak until we hit the woods.” I finish lacing my boots up on the couch, glancing toward the bedroom.
“Almost ready,” she sings back, her voice light and playful.
I hear her before I see her—the soft shuffle of boots against hardwood—and then she steps into view. My lungs stall. She’s stunning. Always is, but today? She’s something else.
“I finally have a reason to wear this little number,” she says, spinning on her heel like she’s on a runway. “Got it at an estate sale last year. It’s been collecting dust.”
“You’re beautiful,” I manage.
“Why, thank you, kind sir,” she teases, curtsying.
She’s dressed in a vintage navy-blue snowsuit, coral flowers scattered across the fabric like a painting. A matching belt cinches her waist, and her dark hair spills from under a coral beanie. She looks like a walking wet dream straight from a ski magazine circa 1970. I want to kiss her senseless, but I settle for holding out my hand instead.
“Come on, pretty girl. Let’s go,” I say, my voice rougher than I intend. She takes my hand, her smile lighting up the room, and together we head to my truck.
As we drive, the radio fills the cab, Chappell Roan’sHot to Gocoming through the speakers. Indigo sings along, her voice carefree, until the chorus hits and she scream-sings, laughing at her own antics. She’s pure chaos, and it’s magnetic.
I shake my head, grinning as I steal glances at her. She’s leaning into the music, dancing in her seat like it’s a private concert.
We pull into Marie’s driveway—the house nestled in the quiet solitude of open fields and tree lines.
“Her house is so peaceful,” Indigo says, her voice quieter now. “I wish I lived this far from people. It must feel like another world out here.”
“It does,” I agree. “She doesn’t have to answer to anyone. No rules, no neighbors, no noise. Just... peace. I’m jealous every time I visit.”
