Page 87 of Toxic Wishes

She sent me a photo of her fingers in her pussy, then another picture of her face with her licking her fingers.

Then a video?

What the fuck. I click play on the video, and Namoi is spread open, fingering herself in a bathroom stall.

Is she kidding me? She starts moaning as she rubs her clit and then slides her fingers into her pink pussy. “Colt, I’m going to cum. Make me cum Colt.”

I shut the video off and continued to read her messages.

Did you get my video, baby?

Colt? What the fuck? Did you leave the wedding without saying bye?

Colt? Why are you ignoring me? Hello?

I know you want to fuck me. So stop playing games and take me home so you can sink into my pussy. I am so fucking horny for you. Please fuck me, baby. I miss your cock. I want it. I want it in my mouth, too. I want to gag on your cock like you like, then smack my face with it. Fuck Colt, I’m going to cum in my panties again.

I tossed my phone on the bed. I knew she was drunk because she continued to go on. I run a hand through my hair as I try to wrap my brain around how Naomi still thinks she owns me. I haven’t been counting, but I know it has to be at least two months since we’ve fucked. I mean, I just don’t get it. I don’t even text her anymore to check up on her.

Yes, we dated, and the only thing that kept us together was misfortunes. Her dad died after a year of dating, right before I was about to break up with her, and a few months before that, she had a miscarriage, which I was still questioning because I always wore a condom. Being in the NFL, safety was always number one. She hated it and always wanted me to fuck her without one, telling me she was on birth control, but the fact was, I didn’t trust women who said to me that. I’ve had too many of my friends end up with oopsie’s from one-night stands or women they were dating claiming the same thing. After I ended up with a child with a girl I did end up going bare with a few times, I learned my lesson.

If you don’t want a kid, you must be in control. I was always in control. But with Abigail. I felt like I never was. She brought up all sorts of emotions. And I didn’t know how to handle them. I proved that last night. I wish I could blame it on the alcohol, but I wasn’t even drunk; I could say I was.

Maybe I should blame it on the alcohol when I’m forced to face her. Ya, that’s what I’ll do.

I throw the covers off me and put on a shirt and some sweatpants. I climb down the steps, and I’m met with Abigail's sweet ass.

Of course. I adjust my dick in my pants before walking into the kitchen. She must sense me because she immediately turns around.

“Oh, hi. Try this.” She hands me a cup. I look down into the cup, and it’s green. I’m sure it’s healthy.

“What is it?” It’s too early for this.

“It’s a smoothie. I tried something new. And I want to see if you like it.”

I hold the cup to my chin and peer up at her over the rim. Tasting it is the last thing I want to do. I'm grateful she’s acting normal and not weird about the previous night though, but that doesn’t mean my suspicions weren’t on alert.

“You aren’t trying to poison me, are you?”

“Really?” She says, pursing her lips together. She was adorable, even when mad.

I took a small sip, and to my surprise, it was good. I nod my head in approval. “Not bad,” I took another sip.

“Really?”

“Ya, it’s good. What did you put in it?”

“Chicken liver.”

I nearly choked on the drink I had just swallowed.

“What?” I swipe my mouth with the back of my hand.

“Ya, I read where eating a single serving of liver can help meet your daily recommended amount of most vitamins and minerals such as iron, riboflavin, vitamin b12, vitamin A, and copper.”

“How did you like it?” I asked her.

“I haven’t tasted it yet.”