My Toxin

Chapter 17: Promises And Departures

(Mature)

Keeping her promise, Marjorie lured Alex into the bedroom, silently instructing him to sit on the edge of his bed. When he complied, she positioned herself between his legs, looking down into his eyes with pure adoration.

"I want to show you how much I appreciate you sticking up for me today," she explained. Alex nodded, struggling to keep his eyes focused on hers when her full lips looked so inviting.

"You don't have to, Princess," he reassured her, silently hoping she wouldn't back out. He had been aroused throughout dinner, undressing her with his eyes, the memory of her body already etched in his mind.

"I want to," she reassured him, pressing her lips against his.

Dominating the kiss with confidence, she explored his mouth, sucking on his tongue—her favourite thing to do. He moaned, a throaty sound of approval. Lost in the kiss, she mimicked his actions from previous nights, exploring his neck with her tongue, covering the area with kisses.

When she reached the base of his neck, he gasped as she kissed a spot there. Taking it as an invitation, she sucked on that area, Alex grabbing her waist tightly as she stood towering over him, his quiet moans and pleading eyes leaving Marjorie's underwear dampened.

A little nervous, she got on her knees between his legs. He looked down at her, surprised. Was she about to do what he thought she would? He silently questioned, watching in excitement as she looked up at him from her knees. He was ready to beg.

"I've never... this is my first time so... I've watched videos, and—" she nervously rambled on. Alex silenced her with a quick peck on her lips, then one on her forehead, smiling at how cute she was.

"I've been hard for you all day, Princess. Even the sight of you on your knees has me on the edge," he encouraged her, grabbing her right hand and bringing it up to his crotch. She gasped in shock at how hard he was, her confidence returning.

"Take these off," she ordered, referring to his khaki-coloured chinos. He followed her command in a hurry, removing his belt and sliding out of his chinos. He sat back down, eager for what was to come. Marjorie helped him out of his petticoat, then his shirt, leaving him in just his underwear.

The outline of his penis was more prominent through his white briefs. She placed her hands back on the print; this time she could feel him better—the girth, the texture. She took her time stroking him over his underwear, enjoying the look on his face: eyes closed, head back, mouth open. She was unable to control the wetness pooling in her panties.

With renewed confidence, she reached for the waistband of his underwear. He helped by lifting his lower half as she pulled his briefs off, his penis hard and upright springing free. Her mouth watered at the sight—the tip, pink as candyfloss, leaking pre-cum. Curious, Marjorie scooped up some of the remnants onto her finger, bringing it to her lips and inserting it into her mouth to taste him.

"Please," he begged, his hands clutching tightly to the bedsheets, eyes focused on the finger in her mouth.

With a look of mischief, Marjorie ignored his pleas, enjoying the depth of his voice as he begged for her. Looking up at him, she continued to suck on her finger, moaning at the tangy taste of him on her tongue.

"Fuck... please, Marjorie... please," he begged again, this time more desperately, his dick twitching in anticipation.

She gave in, removing her finger from her mouth and replacing it with his dick. He groaned, eyes closed, welcoming the warmth of her mouth on the tip of his cock. Thinking back to all the videos she'd watched in preparation, she placed her right hand at the base of his penis, stroking up and down as she sucked on the head. Her tongue worked like it was licking an ice pop.

"Yes, Princess," he groaned, praising her, his hand now lost in her blow-dried afro, guiding her mouth down the length of his shaft.

Following his guidance, Marjorie attempted to take his full length down her throat but choked halfway down, looking up at him with teary eyes.

"If you look at me like that, I'm going to cum, Princess," he warned her.

Marjorie moaned around his dick at his words, her mouth and hand working faster along his length. The slurping sounds and Alex's moans were the only sounds echoed in the room. As she worked him faster, sucking and stroking, Alex's dick started pulsating in her mouth.

"I'm going to cum, Princess. Look me in the eyes while I do," he ordered, very close to exploding.

Marjorie moaned at the instruction, looking up at him, eyes focused on him as he shot spurt after spurt of cum into her mouth, singing her name with praises. Marjorie waited patiently on her knees while he came down from his high, her mouth full of his cum.

When Alex recovered from his orgasm, he looked down at Marjorie, laughing at the sight. She sat there wide-eyed, unsure of what to do with the cum in her mouth.

"I want to see you swallow it, but you can spit it out—I don't mind," he said, appreciating that this was her first experience.

Alex burst out laughing again as Marjorie ran towards the bathroom to spit it out. He followed behind her, still laughing at her childishness.

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

She rolled her eyes. "It was my first time watching porn. I panicked and closed the laptop when the man... I don't know, anyway, books are better." They both laughed, taking a shower together before getting into bed.

The next morning, Marjorie and Alex reluctantly found themselves attending mass with their families. The church was filled with the echoes of hymns and the murmur of prayers, a stark contrast to the intimate chaos of their previous night. Marjorie, dressed in a modest but elegant white blouse and a skirt, and Alex, beside her in a dark suit, looked every bit the innocent church boy, as he threw glances at her whenever he got the chance.

After the mass, Alex seized the opportunity to bond with Marjorie's younger brothers. "Okay, mates," he said with enthusiasm, "how about we hit the pub for a bit? Football's on soon."

The twins' faces lit up with excitement. "Let's go, this trip's been a drag!" Tyrell complained. Tyrese nodded eagerly, agreeing with his brother.

With Alex and the twins off to explore the pub, Marjorie found herself with Mrs Cavendish, who had always taken a keen interest in her well-being. The two women decided to sit on a bench outside the church, enjoying the quiet moment away from the bustling crowd.

Mrs Cavendish, dressed in a lovely lavender dress, looked at Marjorie with a maternal gaze. "Marjorie, dear, I've been meaning to have a talk with you. I've seen how hard you've been trying, and I know it hasn't been easy."

Marjorie took a deep breath, her eyes reflecting her mixed emotions. "Thank you, Mrs Cavendish. It's just... hard. I feel like I'm never enough."

Mrs Cavendish reached out, placing a comforting hand on Marjorie's. "I understand, sweetheart. I've known your mother for years, and I know she has high expectations. But sometimes, that pressure can be overwhelming."

Marjorie nodded, her eyes welling up. "It's not just about meeting their expectations. It's also about proving to myself that I'm good enough, that I'm doing the right things."

"Marjorie," Mrs. Cavendish said softly, "I want you to know that you are more than enough. And I will have a word with your mother. It's important that she understands the toll this is taking on you."

The sincerity in Mrs. Cavendish's voice brought Marjorie a measure of relief. "Thank you. I appreciate that more than you know."

In the evening, everyone gathered at a restaurant in the city for an intimate dinner, enjoying the last meal they would share as a group before their families departed. The evening was light, with easy conversations that everyone contributed to. After dinner, Alex and Marjorie said goodbye to their families as they took their departure back home.