Page 129 of Sinners' Appetite
“I would love it if you grabbed my sunglasses on my night-stand. I’ve been to lazy to walk back for them.”
“Will do,” I reply, standing up to head in that direction.
I knock lightly on Sammi and Jeremy’s door and walk in carefully, trying not to wake Jeremy. I then grab the sunglasses and high-tail it out through the door, trying not to laugh out loud at the sight of him sprawled out on the bed in the same position as when we left.
As I’m pushing our door open, I get a text notification, so I grab my phone out of my bag and toss it in the entryway as I make it inside.
My jaw drops when I see the picture on the screen in front of me—it’s from Malachi.
Standing up against a wall are Malachi and Dean, facing the camera with their hard cocks in their hands. Then I see, right down below the picture is a video too.
Of course, I press play and back up, resting against the door, watching them slowly slide their hands up and down their cocks, their eyes held on the camera as they quicken their movements.
Halfway through the video, Malachi turns to face Dean, pointing down at the floor. Dean then kneels in front of Malachi and darts his tongue out, allowing Malachi to slap his cock against his tongue a few times.
I can’t fucking take it. Videos don’t do it justice.
I quickly whip my clothes off, then send a hurried message in response to what I just watched.
You better fucking wait for me.
Neither of you are allowed to come unless my tongue is catching every last drop…
Within seconds, I get a text back.
You might wanna hurry, baby girl… Dean’s getting a little greedy.
My clit is begging for attention as I turn the taps on and hop into the shower, avoiding the urge to get myself off as the hot water runs down over my swollen clit.
I quickly rinse myself off, and step out, barely drying myself off before slipping a pair of shorts and a loose t-shirt on, practically running out the door with no shoes on.
Once I get inside, I head straight for the living room, surprised to find it empty. They must have moved their session to the bedroom. When I peek my head in through Dean’s bedroom door, my clit throbs even harder at the sight in front of me, making it painful to move.
In front of the mirror, Dean is on his knees, flicking his tongue against the tip of Malachi’s cock with Malachi watching their reflection.
I walk in, crawling up onto the bed to get a closer look, my eyes fixated on how fast Dean’s tongue is moving. Unable to hold myself back and just watch them, I slide off the bed and kneel in front of Malachi. When Dean sees me there, he smiles and licks up one side of Malachi’s cock, while I dart my tongue out and graze it up the other.
“Fuuuckkk…y-yeah,” Malachi breathes, looking down at the two of us.
Just then, Dean reaches for the back of my head, removes his tongue from Malachi and forces my mouth onto his cock, pulling back on my head to control how much of him I get to suck on.
I want more.
I need more…
WatchingDeancontrolNikkiis breathtaking.
That look in her eyes—begging for my cock to fill her mouth, has my orgasm painfully building inside me.
I watch as Dean leans down, pushes the hair away from her neck and whispers something into her ear that has her eyes widening in seconds.
She nods her head and sucks around the tip of my cock even harder while Dean jerks me off, his hand still wrapped around my cock just above her mouth. When he finally lets go of me, he pushes her head forward, holding her there with his hand gripping the back of my ass to keep me still.
“Fuck…fuck…fuuuckkk…that’s it right there, baby girl. Holy shit,” I groan, barely able to hold myself back from coming down her throat.
Dean pulls back on her hair, forcing my cock to pop out of her mouth. He then kneels down behind her, placing his hand between her legs as she leans back and gasps for air.
“Our little slut promised to come for us while I fist-fuck her pussy,” Dean groans, spreading her legs apart just enough for him to slide three fingers inside her.
