Page 143 of Sinners' Appetite
“Doesn’t he always?” Dean chuckles, grabbing my other hand. I can only imagine what we look like right now. Still, nobody around us seem to be really looking.
Once we get back to the hotel, I head off into the bathroom to start getting ready for dinner. Luckily, the boys allowed me to take the vibrator out for the duration of my shower. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have even bothered to take one. There’s no way I would have been able to shower with that thing buzzing inside me.
I grab the bag that has the dress in it and slip it on. I decide that I don’t quite like the way it looks with panties on, so I slip those off and walk over to the mirror to put on my face. Partway through applying the last of my makeup, I hear a knock at the bathroom door.
“You almost ready, baby girl?” I hear Malachi call out on the other side.
“Almost! Do you need in here? You can come in.”
The second the words leave my mouth, he opens the door and slowly steps in, his jaw dropping when he sees me standing there. He holds up the vibrator in his hands and a wide sadistic grin forms on his face. “You’ll have to slip this back in…”
I let out a heavy breath and take the vibrator out of his hands, shooting daggers at him as he stands leaning against the door-frame. “I don’t think I’m wet enough to slip this back in, Daddy,” I tease, watching his smart ass expression drop in an instant.
“Hey, Dean? Come here for a second,” He calls out. A few seconds later, Dean comes up and stands beside him.
“Our girl isn’t wet enough to slip the vibrator into her tight cunt.Should we do something to help her?”
Dean slyly smirks, lowering himself to his knees in front of Malachi, reaching up to unzip the dress pants he has on. In one quick movement, Dean hauls Malachi’s pants down along with his boxers, Malachi’s cock springing free with a bounce that makes me giggle.
I bite down on my lower lip as Dean spits onto Malachi’s cock then opens his mouth wide for him. Malachi then pushes his cock past his Dean’s lips and he starts to gag a little before pulling back to take another breath.
Just then, Malachi pushes his hips forward so that Dean’s head hits the door frame behind him and pins him there with his hands on either side of Dean’s head. He then aggressively grabshis cock and pushes it into Dean’s mouth in a hurry, thrusting so quickly that Dean’s mouth is dripping with saliva.
“That’s it…fuuuckkk…don’t fucking move,” Malachi growls, holding himself up with one hand held against the door frame in front of him.
I step back against the edge of the vanity and lift the dress up, sliding the vibrator through my soaked pussy before slipping it deep inside, making sure it’s securely in place before lowering my dress back down.
“That’ll be all, boys,” I snicker as Malachi starts to slow his thrusts.
He reaches down and grabs the back of Dean’s hair, pulling him off his cock with a loud popping sound. “You heard the lady…that’s enough.”
My jaw drops as I watch Malachi wipe the saliva off Dean’s mouth, slapping his cock against his lips a few times before reaching down to pull his boxers and pants back up. He then turns to me. “We’re leaving in ten minutes, baby girl. Finish up quickly.”
At that, they both shoot me a wink and walk back toward the main room, leaving me standing there in complete awe, soaking wet.
“Name on the reservation?” the hostess asks us as we walk through the doors of the restaurant. Now that I’m inside and looking around, I think I dressed a little too fancy for the occasion.
“White,” Malachi replies and she walks us into the direction of the large windows at the back.
“This is stunning!” I exclaim as we approach our table and I slide into the booth ahead of Malachi. Dean takes a seat across from us.
The hostess walks off and I adjust myself against the seat, trying so hard to ignore the fact that my pussy is vibrating all to hell. The guys were right though, I did get used to it after a while. That is—unless Malachi decides to fuck with me by changing the setting.
“Here are some menus. Can I get you three something to drink before you make your order?” the waitress assigned to our table asks as she walks up to us.
“I’ll get an iced tea, please,” I say quietly.
“I’ll get the same., Malachi says, followed by Dean saying he will too.
A few minutes later, she comes back with our drinks and we quickly tell her our orders. I found what I wanted in a matter of seconds. Filet mignon with a side of mashed potatoes and asparagus.
Dean and Malachi take a little longer to order, but finally, they both tell her what they want and she walks away. The second she’s out of sight, Malachi reaches into his suit-jacket pocket and pulls his phone out with a sneaky smirk on his face.
I watch him click on the app for my vibrator and snicker before he presses a button, making the vibrator inside me pulse at a rapid speed.
I shoot my eyes toward his and let out a small whimper as the vibrator pays close attention to my g-spot. It’s almost too much already.
“So—what should we do tomorrow? We have the hotel booked…we might as well take a wander around the city,” Malachi says, carrying on as normal like I’m not beside him trying not to fall apart.
