Page 127 of Sinners' Appetite
I sit down beside Nikki and push her forward slightly so I can lift her shirt up over her head, forcing her to free her hand from Dean’s hair. I then lean over, wrapping my mouth around one of her nipples, sucking harder as her moans start to get louder and needier.
Keeping my eyes held on Dean’s mouth devouring her, I reach down and grab his hair, pulling him off her. “I think she needs a cock inside her…” I groan as I replace his tongue with three fingers inside her drenched pussy.
Within seconds, he stands up, placing his hands beneath her ass to lift her hips up and circles his cock around her clit. As soon as I remove my fingers, he slips inside her.
“Nice and slow… don’t let her come yet,” I hiss, bringing my fingers up to her mouth and pushing them past her lips to the back of her throat.
She starts to gag, keeping her mouth wide open as I push harder. The second her eyes roll back, I pull them out and grab the back of her head, forcing her open mouth down onto my cock.
“You fucking love it when I make you choke, don’t you, baby girl?” I seethe through my clenched teeth, sinking inch by inch further down her throat.
After a few seconds of holding her head against my pelvis, I pull her up and smirk when I see the tears streaming down her face.
“So fucking pretty…” I whisper, rubbing my thumb under her eyes.
She dives back down with hunger, sucking my cock into her mouth with so much force that I gently tug up on her hair.
“You’ve got a greedy little mouth, don’t you?” Dean chuckles, watching the two of us closely as he picks up speed with his thrusts, slamming into her hard enough to make the boat start to sway.
Nikki looks up at me, her eyes sparkling in the bright sun. “Come on, Daddy—I’m so…fucking thirsty…” she whines, her voice cracking a little each time her body jolts upward.
Knowing damn well that I’m not far from coming if she keeps this enthusiasm up, I grab the back of her neck and hold it there while I lean in to bite her lower lip.
At the same time, I reach down to her pussy, resting my thumb on her clit as I push three fingers inside her, rubbing along the top of Dean’s cock as he pulls back to watch what I’m doing. When I let go of her lip, she lets out a loud gasp.
“Oh fuuuckkk!” Nikki cries out, her pussy tightening around my fingers.
“Not yet baby…” I demand as I push my pinky finger inside along with my other three fingers, holding them tight around Deans cock and I start to jerk him off inside her.
Dean reaches down, pressing his palm against her lower abdomen as he quickens his thrusts, working his smooth, warm cock deeper and deeper.
Nikki’s body starts to shake, her legs visibly vibrating as she leans forward to look down at herself. A sassy, sly smirk forms on her face, challenging both of us to step it up a notch.
Next thing I know, Dean pulls back, moaning as his cock plops out of Nikki. “Your turn…I think I wanna test that ass out…”
He’s not referring to her ass…is he?
Ishootmyheadup as soon as the words leave Dean’s mouth.
“Please, Daddy…let him fuck your ass,” I whimper, adding a little emphasis on the last part.
“If that’s what our girl wants, then I guess that’s what she gets…” Malachi groans, moving in front of me as Dean takes a step forward behind him. “But you’re using lube, there’s no fucking way you’re sticking that in my ass without it.” He points toward the bag I brought with me beside us.
Dean takes a few steps over and grabs the bag, sifting through the contents before pulling a small bottle out and tossing the bag to the side.
I watch as he pours some down onto Malachi and then allows a few drops to travel down onto his own cock. Malachi slips inside me, teasing me with just the tip as Dean bends at the knees to lower himself to Malachi’s ass.
I watch Malachi’s head flip back, assuming that Dean just pushed past his entrance.
“How does it feel, baby?” I moan, feeling his cock pulse inside me.
“So…fucking…g-good,” he barely whispers.
“You’re taking him so well…”
I pull him closer to me, allowing him to bend further over so Dean has more room to work with.
“Is that ass tight?” I keep my eyes held on Dean’s as he pushes further into Malachi, lifting his shirt up and holding it between his teeth.
