My Toxin

Chapter 17

The moment Marjorie grabbed my hand and led me into the bedroom, I knew I was in trouble. A good kind of trouble. Her eyes sparkled with intent, her lips curved into a playful smile, and the way her hips swayed as she walked made it impossible for me to look anywhere else. She stopped in front of the bed, turning to face me.

"Sit," she said softly but firmly, gesturing to the edge of the mattress.

I obeyed without question, lowering myself onto the bed as she stepped between my legs. Her fingers lightly grazed my shoulders, trailing down to rest on my chest as she looked into my eyes. There was something in her gaze—adoration mixed with mischief—that made my pulse quicken.

"I want to show you how much I appreciate you sticking up for me today," she said, her voice soft and sincere.

"You don't have to, Princess," I replied, even though every fiber of my being hoped she wouldn't change her mind. I'd been aroused all night, undressing her with my eyes during dinner, the memory of that black silk dress burned into my mind.

"I want to," she whispered, her lips brushing against mine.

The kiss started tenderly, her lips soft and warm against mine, but it quickly deepened. She took control, her tongue exploring my mouth with a confidence that sent shivers down my spine. I groaned into her mouth as she sucked on my tongue, the sound escaping me before I could stop it.

Her lips left mine, trailing down my neck. Each kiss was deliberate, her tongue flicking against my skin as she moved lower. When she found the sensitive spot near the base of my neck, I gasped, my hands instinctively gripping her waist.

"God, Marjorie," I breathed, my voice hoarse with need. My head fell back, my eyes closing as she sucked lightly on the spot, her teeth grazing the skin just enough to make me shiver.

And then she dropped to her knees.

I looked down at her, my heart pounding. Was she really about to do this? The sight of her between my legs, her eyes looking up at me with a mix of nervousness and determination, nearly undid me. I was ready to beg.

"I've never... this is my first time," she admitted, her voice a little shaky. "I watched videos, and—"

"Marjorie," I interrupted her, leaning down to press a quick kiss to her lips and another to her forehead. She was so damn cute when she was nervous. "You don't need to overthink this. Just having you here like this—I'm already on the edge."

I guided her hand to the bulge in my chinos, and she gasped softly at how hard I was. The heat in her eyes returned, her confidence building as she stroked me over the fabric.

"Take these off," she ordered, her tone gaining a little authority.

I didn't need to be told twice. My hands moved quickly, unbuckling my belt and sliding out of my chinos. She helped me out of my shirt next, leaving me in just my briefs, the outline of my erection straining against the thin fabric.

Her hands explored me with more boldness now, stroking over the length of me. I couldn't stop the low groan that rumbled from my chest as her touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through me.

With a newfound determination, she reached for the waistband of my briefs. I lifted my hips to help her, and when she pulled them down, my cock sprang free, hard and throbbing. Her eyes widened slightly as she took me in, her lips parting in awe.

She ran a finger along the tip, collecting the pre-cum that had gathered there, and brought it to her lips. My eyes locked onto her as she sucked her finger into her mouth, tasting me for the first time.

"Fuck, Princess," I groaned, clutching the sheets tightly. "Please... I need you."

Her lips curled into a small smile as she leaned in, her tongue darting out to flick against the head of my cock. I hissed at the sensation, my hips jerking slightly in response. She wrapped her hand around the base, stroking as her mouth worked on the tip. Her tongue swirled in slow, deliberate circles, and I was already losing control.

"Yes," I breathed, my hand finding its way into her hair. Her soft afro felt incredible against my fingers as I guided her down further.

She tried to take more of me, her lips stretching around my length, but when she choked halfway, she pulled back, her eyes watering. The sight of her looking up at me, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen, was enough to drive me insane.

"If you keep looking at me like that, I'm going to cum," I warned, my voice strained.

Marjorie moaned around me, her hand and mouth working in perfect rhythm. The slurping sounds, the wet heat of her mouth, and the way she moaned with every movement—it was too much. My cock twitched, the pressure building rapidly.

"I'm so close, Princess," I groaned. "Look at me while I cum."

Her eyes met mine, and that was all it took. With a guttural moan, I came, the pleasure crashing over me in waves as I spilled into her mouth. She stayed there, her lips sealed around me, taking everything I gave her.

When it was over, she pulled back, her eyes wide as she held the cum in her mouth, unsure of what to do. I couldn't help but laugh, the sound light and genuine.

"You can spit it out if you want," I said, trying to ease her obvious discomfort. "It's your first time. I won't mind."

She bolted for the bathroom, and I followed, still laughing softly. When she returned, her cheeks were red, but she was smiling too.

"Did you miss the part of the video where the woman swallowed?" I teased.

"I panicked, okay?" she shot back, rolling her eyes. "Besides, books are better."

We both laughed, the tension melting away as we showered together. That night, as we lay in bed, I held her close, my hand tracing lazy patterns on her back. She drifted off to sleep with a contented sigh, and I followed shortly after, my heart full and my body sated.