Page 108 of Sinners' Appetite
“You are not a wimp. You’re one of the strongest women I’ve ever known. You don’t give yourself enough credit.”
“Morning!” Dean announces as Malachi and I walk into the cabin.
Forget the orange. Whatever Dean is cooking smells delicious and my mouth is watering already.
“Do I smell bacon?” Malachi asks, making his way over to where Dean is standing shirtless in front of the stove.
“Fuck yeah. I figured you might need some protein before you take off.”
“How thoughtful of you,” Malachi replies, placing himself right behind Dean.
When he finally turns around, Malachi runs his hands up Dean’s chest and then wraps one hand around his throat. “You’ll take care of our girl while I’m gone, won’t you?”
“You know I will…”
Malachi then leans in closer to Dean and places a gentle kiss on his lips, his one hand still gripping his neck while his other moves down to the front of his shorts.
“Hard for me already?” Malachi asks, rubbing Dean’s cock through the material.
“Fuck yeah…” Dean practically whimpers, stealing a glance at me before locking eyes with Malachi again.
Malachi then reaches behind Dean and turns the burners off. “Get on your fucking knees,” he demands, letting go of Dean’s throat.
As soon as the words leave his lips, my clit starts to throb. So, I reach my hand up under my dress, grazing it with my fingers as I watch Dean lower himself to his knees.
Malachi lowers his pants along with his boxers, his cock springing free in front of Dean’s face. “Nice and slow. Take your time,” he moans.
As soon as Dean opens his mouth to take him in, Malachi reaches behind his head with both hands, steadying him. “Fuck yeahhh…that’s it. Use that tongue too…”
I circle my clit faster as Dean takes Malachi into the back of his throat. Just then, Malachi glances over at me, shooting me a wink as he grips Dean’s hair between his fingers.
“Ah, fuck, you’re doing so good. Open that mouth wide for me. I wanna hear you choke on it…”
The second he opens his mouth, Malachi thrusts into his throat deeper, tossing his head back as he holds Dean’s head against his pelvis.
“Fuuuckkk…” he groans. “Get over here, baby girl. Suck him off for me.”
I stand and make my way around the island, lowering myself to my knees beside Dean, reaching one hand out to pull his shorts down while the other finds my clit again, circling like a madwoman as I wrap my lips around Dean’s throbbing cock.
“You’re gonna let us cum on that pretty face of yours, aren’t you, baby girl?” Malachi asks.
Seconds later, he pulls out of Dean’s mouth and reaches down to grip a handful of my hair, pulling me upwards so that he can thrust into my already open mouth. Dean stands up, wrapping his hand around his cock as he stands beside Malachi.
Malachi thrusts to the back of my throat a few more times before gripping my hair and pulling me away from him, reaching down to open my mouth wider with two fingers hooked behind my lower teeth.
He grips his cock and in one quick twist of his hand, his release ribbons out into my mouth and onto my cheeks. I reach up and swipe a portion with my fingers, dipping them into my mouth and sucking them clean.
“Atta fucking girl. Fuck, you’re so beautiful…” Malachi moans, releasing the rest of his orgasm onto my breasts.
I look over at Dean while he jerks himself off, opening my mouth and darting my tongue out as an invitation.
“Mmmm, look at our desperate little slut… Craving even more,” Dean growls, slapping the side of my cheek as he slips his cock past my lips.
Thrust.
“Holy fuck…” Dean grabs hold of the back of my head with both hands and pushes me against him, resting his cock at the back of my throat. “That throat is—fuuuck…”
His cock pulsates before I feel warmth hit my tonsils, his come shooting straight down my throat as I swallow hard, trying to resist the urge to gag around him.
