Page 98 of Indigo

Of course, the moment I try to calm myself down, a sex scene begins on the TV.

Why the fuck would you add this scene in a horror movie?

The volume is turned right up to really dramatise when people are being killed, but right now, the moaning and sounds of wet kisses bouncing around the room thanks to the surround sound system I set up are doing nothing but making all the blood in my body run straight to my dick.

I notice Indie’s breathing change, and I gulp as I feel her squirm around next to me, as if she’s uncomfortable. Her hand moves closer to the edge of my briefs, and although I’d love this to mean she wants me to bend her over and fuck her right here, right now, I doubt that’s the case, so instead of making a move, I grab the remote and mutter, “I’ll, ugh, fast forward through this part.”

As I point the remote at the TV, her hand grips my wrist. “Don’t,” she whispers, glancing up at me, a little smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth.

Slowly, I lower it to my side and wait. I need her to tell me what she wants. What she needs.

“It’s kind of turning me on. Is that weird?” she giggles, moving her hand down until it rests across my aching cock. “Mmm,” she hums. “I guess we’re both weird, then.”

I chuckle, my heart racing in my chest. “That has absolutely nothing to do with that skinny bitch getting railed, and everything to do with the fact that you’re touching me, Blue.”

As she licks her lips, I have to fight the groan that wants to escape my mouth.

Leaning in, she places soft kisses down my chest, my stomach, lingering on the ridges of my abs and making my entire body shudder from the feel of her lips against my skin.

“Indie,” I whisper, my dick jerking as if trying to argue with me before the words even leave my mouth. “You don’t have to…”

She clicks her tongue at me, and as her lips land on my material covered cock, I moan, loudly and completely involuntarily.

“I missed you,” she whispers, pulling my dick free and gripping it in her hand. “Missed this.”

“Jesus,” I pant, watching her as she gazes at it.

Her tongue pokes out, licks along the vein currently pulsing along the side of my length, and I swear I almost black out.

She’s turned me into a teenage boy, and she’s lucky I didn’t come right then all over her damn face.

She teases me, taunts me with her mouth for what feels like a full minute before finally taking me all the way down her throat in one deep swallow. Grasping the back of her head on instinct, I entangle my fingers in her hair, and thrust up as she goes down, working my dick like a fucking pro, but as I start to feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, I pull her back, using as gentle of a tug as I can manage to make her stop.

“Can’t,” I pant. “So close already.”

She smirks at me and then lowers her gaze back down, trying to shift forward to keep going. “You can come again after,” she whispers, licking the tip of me, and making my brain short circuit.

Before she can convince me otherwise with that skilled mouth, I grab her and roll us so that I’m on top of her, her tiny nightie shifting with the weight of me, and bunching around her waist, allowing me to feel her wet pussy along my cock the moment I grind down into her.

“No panties?” I tease, kissing, licking, nipping at her neck as she laughs. Her giggles turn into high-pitched moans as I angle my cock so that when I slide back and forth, I’m hitting her clit. “Mmmm. You like that, don’t you, baby?” I whisper, sliding my hand down her body to grip her thigh and hike it up over my hip.

I look into her eyes, asking silent permission to continue, and when she raises her hand to my cheek and gives me the tiniest nod, I gently ease inside her.

Both of us groan from the feeling, and with deep, slow thrusts, I get her to the point of shaking. She trembles underneath me as pull down the thin straps of her nightie, and free her beautiful tits. I take one already hardened nipple in my mouth, and the sounds she makes as I move and suck, switching back and forth between her breasts, giving each nipple equal attention, has me ready to come within two minutes.

As I continue to make love to her, to show her how much I adore her and how much it means to me for her to allow us to connect like this again, she lets out an almost angry sounding growl, and grips my hair in one hand, tugging on it as she raises her hips to mine. “Harder, Pax. Fuck me harder.”

I laugh against her skin, and maintain the pace I set, thinking she’s just being a brat, as she usually does, and demanding to come quicker than I want her to.

After another thirty seconds, she uses both hands to push at my chest, and I stop immediately, sliding out of her and raising myself up on my arms so that she has some room.

“Blue?” I ask, completely confused by the look of rage on her face. “Baby, we can stop. It’s okay if you’re not–”

She cuts me off by shoving me again, and I roll off her completely. I try to lie on my side so I can still touch her, see her, try to figure out what the hell is going on, but she’s not having it.

She jumps to her knees, and before I can even register what’s happening, I’m letting her push me flat on my back.

Straddling me, she raises up on her knees and impales herself on my cock, closing her eyes as if I just gave her exactly what she needs.

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