Page 63 of Sinners' Appetite
“Make me cum again, Daddy…” I plead, letting go of the wall with one hand, reaching down to grip his balls.
“Oh—fuuuckkk,” he hisses, slamming into me a few more times before I feel his cock twitch inside me.
He stays buried inside me for a few seconds before stepping back to admire his cum dripping out of my pussy.
“You’re fucking perfect.” He groans, kneeling down behind me as he spreads my ass-cheeks apart, grazing his tongue along the entrance. “Next time, I’m gonna fill this tight asshole.”
His words travel straight to my clit, but instead of the usual, desperate ache—it’s slightly painful.
“You can do whatever the fuck you want to me.” I smirk as I let water wash away whats left of his cum dripping out of me.
“Mmm—be careful what you wish for, baby girl.” He winks, reaching outside the shower for a towel after shutting the water off.
When we finally make it back to his room, I feel like I can barely stand on my own two feet. Shower sex is exhausting, I feel like I just ran a fucking mini-marathon.
IfiguresinceIdrained her of energy last night, I can at least prepare her a full breakfast.
So far, I’ve managed to burn only five pancakes while standing against the counter, daydreaming about how incredible last night was.
Both of us established from the very beginning that we weren’t fond of cuddling, but last night—we were glued together all night long.
I manage to clear my thoughts enough to flip this set of pancakes on time, subconsciously giving myself a high five as I place them onto a plate and smother them in butter. I didn’t have any blueberries to add in, so I used chocolate chips instead.
As I’m pouring the water into the coffee pot, I hear a creak on the floor behind me. I smile as I turn around, met by the most beautiful blue eyes I’ve ever laid eyes on.
“Good morning! How’s my girl feeling?” I ask, setting the carafe down onto the counter.
“Really fucking sore…” She sighs, leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed over her chest.
I lightly chuckle, quite damn proud of myself for being the reason she can barely walk. “Do you want me to kiss it better?”
“For now, I think you should just keep that mouth to yourself,” she grins.
“That’s a lot to ask of me,” I tease before turning back around to load a single cup coffee pod into the machine.
A minute or two later, the coffee finishes brewing and I add the milk along with the sugar then pass it to her.
I watch as she takes a few sips, a satisfied moan escaping her lips.
“My god—this is amazing.”
“Jeremy mentioned those coffee beans the other day, so I thought I’d grab some online and try them out.”
“That’s where I’ve tasted this before!” she exclaims.
“Oh—speaking of Jeremy. He called this morning. Sammi is on her way home as we speak. They’re packing for the trip and then heading this way. Sammi tried to call you, but I think your phone might be dead.”
“Shit.” She sighs. “I forgot to grab my charger from my house last night anyway.”
“Mine is plugged in right there, if you want to use it,” I suggest, pointing toward the outlet near the dining room entrance.
Once she’s done plugging her phone in, I grab our plates of food and head into the living room. In an impressive amount of time, Nikki’s plate is empty.
“Are you still hungry?” I ask, looking down at the last pancake remaining on my plate.
“No, I think I’m good. I’m sorry for eating like a damn pig. I was hungrier than I thought,” she snickers, standing to take her plate into the kitchen.
I scarf back the last pancake while Nikki checks her phone. I still have to pack my bag, so while she’s still busy, I head into my bedroom, hauling a suitcase out from the closet.
