Page 142 of Sinners' Appetite
“Hand me that sweater, please, baby girl.” I point to the one on the other side of the backseat.
She tosses it to me and I place it down beneath me as we pull back onto the highway.
I wait until she’s nice and comfortable and then reach over, untying the string on Deans shorts. Then, I pull his shorts down just enough to pull his cock out.
Nikki breathes out a quiet moan as she sits back against the seat, fully able to see everything.
“Are you touching that pretty pussy of yours yet?” I hiss, circling my hand around the tip of Dean’s cock as he focuses on the road ahead of us.
I look back at her as I lean down and run my tongue along his shaft, swirling it around the tip slowly before lifting my head to look at Nikki again. This time, she’s got her hand under her dress, rubbing herself as she lowers one strap, allowing one of her tits to fall out.
“That’s it, baby girl. Make yourself come while I suck every ounce of come out of him.” I dive down, keeping the image of her getting herself off to this fresh in my head as I wrap my mouth around his cock, sucking so hard that he taps the top of my head with his hand.
“Slow that shit down, fuuuckkk,” Dean growls as he swerves a little to the right.
As soon as the words leave his mouth, I hear Nikki’s soft moans become louder and more frequent. I lower my mouth onto him as far as I can, his cock hitting the back of my throat as he thrusts his hips upward, gagging me for a few seconds before I come back up for air.
“Fuuuckkk!” Nikki cries out, making Dean and I snicker before I lean down to take him back into my mouth. After a few deep thrusts, he holds my head in place and fucks the back of my throat then finally releases long spurts of warm come into my mouth.
I swallow every bit back and then bring my head up to look back at Nikki. “How was that little show?” I ask her as her eyes lock with mine.
“So…fucking…hot…” she manages to breathe out. The hunger in her eyes sends shocking pulses through my cock.
I grin and turn back around focusing on the highway and wondering whether anyone got to have a peek at the show we just put on for Nikki. Not a soul is in sight on either side of the highway.
A little while later, we pass by a sign saying the city we’re traveling to is under a half hour away. I hold off on adjusting the level of Nikki’s vibrator, since it’s already torturing her enough.
By the time we get to the hotel, Nikki looks like she’s going to fall asleep.
“We have more dresses in the back that might fit her physique even better,” the sales associate helping Nikki suggests, pulling at the fabric that barely fits over her breasts.
“That one is actually perfect,” I say, noting how easy it would be for her tits to completely fall out on display. I’m sure not a single soul around would mind seeing a set of tits like hers.
“I’ll take a look at the other dresses,” Nikki smiles, sending the associate off toward the back room to find something else. Moments later, they come walking back out with an arm load of all different solid color dresses.
“That one!” Nikki hollers out, pointing to the brightest red dress in the pile.
The associate hands her the dress and she takes off into the small dressing room again. When she steps back out, I reach for the throw pillow across from me and place it over my lap to hide how seeing her in that dress makes me feel.
It’s skin fucking tight. Every curve on her body is hugged by the shiny bright red material. I can’t help but picture ripping it all off with my teeth.
“I think this is the one I want,” she smiles, running her hands along her curves in front of the mirror.
“Without a doubt,” I agree.
“I’ll take this one!” Nikki confirms with the associate before disappearing back into the dressing room to change out of it.
I head over to the counter and dig out my credit card, hoping to pay for the dress before she gets back out to question the price. Which is seven-hundred dollars, by the way. Not that it matters.
Being able to remove it later is priceless.
WhenIstepoutof the dressing room, I see Malachi standing by the counter, slipping his card back into his wallet and grabbing a bag from the associate.
“Wait—you already paid for it?” I ask as he reaches for the dress and carefully folds it to put it into the bag.
“Sure did. I wasn’t giving you the chance to whine about how much it costs,” he devilishly smirks.
“Look at you, taking control of things…” I laugh as he hands me the bag and grabs my hand.
