My Toxin

Chapter 15: An Intimate Resolution

(Mature)

Alex's lips met Marjorie's with a fervent hunger that left him breathless. His hands roamed possessively over her waist, fingers pressing into her soft flesh. For a brief moment, she resisted—her mind reeling from the invasion of privacy, the betrayal of trust. But the heat of his touch, the intensity of his insistence, slowly dismantled her defences. She found herself yielding, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pulled him closer, seeking comfort in his embrace.

With a gritted determination, Alex lifted her effortlessly, his arms burning slightly from the intensity of his earlier workout. He cradled her against him, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. Their lips remained locked in a fervent kiss as he carried her towards the bed, gently tossing her onto the freshly made sheets.

"I just made the bed!" Marjorie complained with a mock tone of annoyance, her voice tinged with a playful edge that contrasted sharply with her earlier fury.

"Fuck the bed, Marjorie," Alex growled, his voice low and commanding. "Look me in the eye." He dragged her to the edge of the bed, positioning her hips to meet his. She complied, her eyes locking with his, searching for meaning in the depths of his gaze.

In those dark, molten eyes, she saw a raw, unadulterated lust that rendered her momentarily speechless. "Does it look like I give a fuck about the bed?" he demanded, his voice rough and laden with desire.

Shaking her head, she found her voice faltering, her breath catching in her throat. The intensity of his gaze and the sheer force of his presence left her with no room for protest.

With a renewed hunger, Alex captured her lips, his kiss voracious and demanding. She responded eagerly, her own hunger mirrored in the way she sucked on his tongue, eliciting a low, guttural groan from deep within him. As he pulled away, his lips traced a path along her neck, planting kisses and lingering on the sensitive spot just below her ear. Her legs clenched involuntarily, a soft, desperate moan escaping her as she ground her clothed core against him.

"Desperate little thing, aren't you?" he teased, a smirk curling his lips as he watched her squirm with need, her moans filling the room.

With a decisive motion, Alex removed her loose white t-shirt, exposing her breasts. Marjorie's lack of a bra didn't surprise him; what did was how perfectly her breasts fit into his hands. He couldn't help but marvel at their softness and the way they seemed to mould to his touch.

"Gosh, you're perfect, Princess," he murmured, his voice a mix of awe and admiration. He took one of her inviting nipples between his teeth, grazing it lightly. Her breathy moans urged him on, and he lavished equal attention on each nipple, his tongue swirling and sucking with a hunger that matched her own.

"More," she pleaded, her eyes glazed with desire. Obediently, Alex kissed his way down the valley of her breasts, savouring the smoothness of her skin against his lips. He continued his journey until he reached the top of her tight sports leggings.

Marjorie looked down at him with a desperate, pleading expression. Her vulnerability was palpable, and it stirred something deep within him. His already hard member throbbed with anticipation, but tonight, he was focused solely on her.

"Are you going to let me taste you?" he asked, his voice husky with anticipation.

"Yes," she nodded eagerly, her voice a breathy whisper.

"Good girl," he praised, his voice low and approving. He effortlessly peeled off her leggings, pausing to admire the delicate white lace of her underwear. The sight was stunning—white lace against her dark skin, a wet patch of arousal marring the pristine fabric. It was an image he wished he could capture forever.

Removing her underwear was bittersweet; he regretted the loss of the beautiful lace but was eager to taste what lay beneath. Setting the underwear aside, he spread her legs and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed, his eyes devouring the sight before him.

On his knees, he could hardly contain his excitement. Pink and brown and oh-so-wet, her arousal was undeniable. Marjorie's right hand covered herself shyly, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of embarrassment and anticipation. He leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on her hand.

"You're so beautiful, Princess. Don't hide from me," he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity. She removed her hand, revealing her exposed core.

With renewed focus, Alex extended his tongue, flattening it against her clit. Her surprised moan spurred him on as he licked and sucked, the taste of her sweetness dancing on his tongue. He remained determined, his focus on her clit as he licked, sucked, and bit with a practiced rhythm.

"I'm going to punish you for every time you've flirted with another man in my presence," he murmured, his voice a low, seductive growl.

Flattening his tongue again, he focused intently on her clit, alternating between sucking, licking, and biting. Her moans grew uncontrollable, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. The mixture of pleasure and pain sent waves of electricity down his spine.

"Al-Gosh, Alex," she moaned, her head thrown back, her body writhing in pleasure. She was so close, he could feel it. Spreading her lips with his fingers, he gained better access to her clit. He sucked and licked relentlessly, pushing her closer to the edge.

Alex wasn't finished. This was both a punishment and a reward, and he was determined to draw out every ounce of pleasure. Dragging his tongue down to her opening, he inserted it, fucking her with his tongue, while his right hand circled her clit.

"Alex, I can't," she pleaded, her legs trembling as she struggled to close them.

"You can, and you will," he insisted, his voice firm. He repositioned his tongue on her clit, his left hand gripping her thigh to hold her still. With his right hand, he inserted a finger, almost cumming himself at how tight and wet she was.

His finger moved in and out, going deeper each time, while his tongue remained glued to her clit, swirling and sucking with fervour. He searched for that elusive spot, determined to leave her ravished. When he found it, she moaned his name with such intensity that it echoed off the walls, her body shaking as she pulled tightly on his hair.

"Alex, Alex, Alex, fuccccck, ALEX!" she chanted, her voice a desperate prayer. Her juices flowed freely, drenching his mouth, his chest, and the sheets beneath her. The sight was undeniably erotic, a visual feast of her arousal.

"Good girl, you're such a good girl, Princess," he praised, his voice filled with satisfaction. He kissed her inner thighs, his pride evident. For her second sexual encounter, she handled herself remarkably well.

As she slowly closed her eyes in exhaustion, preparing to fall asleep, Alex let her rest. He went to the bathroom, grabbing a face towel and wetting it with warm water. Returning to the bedroom, he gently cleaned her up. He then took a cold shower to cool off before joining her in bed. With a tender kiss on her forehead, he settled beside her, slipping into slumber with a sense of contentment and pride.