Page 63 of Indigo

“Never.” I didn’tletClaire touch me. I’d neverletanother woman touch me, but now isn’t the time to argue. “No one compares to you, Blue. I could be in a room filled with only women, and I’d still seeonlyyou.”

I tighten my hold on her ass as I turn us again, and grunt as she moves her grip to my shoulders and uses it to help her slide herself up and down on my jean covered cock as I cross the room.

She lets out the most incredible giggle as I sit her ass on the edge of the vanity, breathing in my favourite smell as I run my nose along the slope of her neck.

“The way you were dancing out there, baby, Fuuuuck.”

She whimpers, letting her head fall back as I lick along her pulse point and use one hand to slide her dress further up her thighs until the material bunches at her waist. I wedge myself between her legs so that when I grind against her core, the only thing separating us is my jeans and her panties.

“I could feel your eyes on me,” she whispers, running her hand from the small of my back to the nape of my neck as I continue to suck, kiss, lick at her skin. “Did you enjoy watching me from across the room? Knowing I was just out of reach?”

I moan as the words pass her lips, biting her neck gently to get my point across. “I could watch nothing but you for the rest of my life and die a happy man, Blue. You fucking know it,” I whisper. “But every man in that room had his eyes on you. They were watching, and even though the show you put on was for me, they saw it.” I get harder and harder the more she wiggles against my dick, trying to find some kind of stimulation, the alcohol driving her body toward mine. “You want me? Want to know what it does to me, having other men look at you like they can have you when we both know you’re fuckingmine?”

She nods enthusiastically, humming as she places soft kisses up my jaw, her hands weaving through my hair, her nails driving me mad as they scrape along my scalp.

I slide my hands slowly down the front of her body, fisting the material of her dress as I reach her chest. With one swift tug, I free her breasts, baring them to me, and me alone, in all their glory.

She gasps as I use the pad of my thumb to flick one nipple and watch it harden from my touch. With a knowing smirk, I lower myself to my knees, putting her at the perfect height for me to play. I slowly slide the rest of her dress down until the elastic is at her waist and lean in to place a kiss on her ribcage. She shudders as my lips touch her skin.

She likes that spot.

Her fingers rake through my hair again, causing the elastic I have it bound with to drop to the floor, and the thick waves to fall around my shoulders. “Mmmm, that’s better,” she says, watching me as I place another kiss higher, right between her tits.

I dart my tongue out and run it across her sternum, up to her nipple, taking it in my mouth and sucking gently, my dick pulsing from the taste of her skin. Releasing her with a pop, I blow a puff of air on the wet spot I left behind.

She tries to rub her thighs together, but I'm wedged between them. I take the hint and slowly move my way down further.

The sight of her tiny white lace G-string threatens to send me feral. “You wear this for me, Indie?” I ask, inspecting the tiny wet spot forming on the front of the sheer material.

“Yes,” she whispers, her head tilted back toward the ceiling.

“Mmmm,” I mumble into her thigh as I get closer and closer to the material. “That’s my girl.”

I kiss over the front of her underwear, making her shuffle back and forth, trying to get me where she wants me. I take the top of the white lace between my teeth and tug, letting it snap back against her skin. She jumps slightly and continues to squirm.

“How angry are you going to be if I rip these tiny little panties off, baby?”

She shakes her head, leaning back on the vanity, bracing herself. “I don’t care, just get them off,” she replies with a soft moan as I use my thumb to trace along her covered slit.

As soon as the words are out of her mouth, I tear the material with ease. It drops to the bathroom floor, exposing her pussy, and I run my nose along her clit, which is already swollen, throbbing, begging me to suck on it.

“Shit,” she whispers, as I use my tongue to gently pry her open.

“No one tastes better than you, Indie. I could fucking eat you all day every day and never get sick of the taste of you on my tongue.” I groan, feeling high as I lick her slowly, savouring the flavour.

Her hips buck off the vanity slightly, and her tiny whines echo around the room. “Please,” she pants out, reaching for me with one hand.

I can’t hold off any longer. I wanted to tease her, make her beg, but we don’t have time, and I’m close to coming in my fucking pants.

I latch onto her clit, tugging it gently with my teeth and then sucking it, rolling it between my lips. Her hips rock against me, and when I harden my tongue and use it to fuck her, she moans so loudly I’m positive everyone will hear her, even over the loud music still blaring in the other room.

I can’t say that wasn’t my intention. I want everyone here to know she’s off limits. She’s fucking mine. Mine to look at, mine to touch, mine to fuck.

She tugs on my hair so hard I’m sure she’s going to rip it out, but fuck me if it doesn’t make me ache.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chants as I use my thumb to flick her clit back and forth, my tongue collecting every drop of her arousal at the same time.

I lift my head, watching her. Her nipples are rock hard and pointing at the ceiling. Her chest is rising and falling so fast it makes her tits bounce with every movement.

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