Page 150 of Sinners' Appetite
“Fuck our pretty girl’s mouth while I fuck this tight asshole,” Malachi growls, pouring some lube onto Deans ass, watching Sasha finger fuck my pussy.
“Suck on my clit again.” I whimper, needing to feel her warm mouth against me again.
Dean then slips his cock past my lips, keeping his thrusts slow and steady as Malachi pushes into his ass, gripping his hips tight.
I keep my eyes held on Malachi’s as Sasha adds another finger, thrusting into me so hard that she’s making my body jolt upward. I let out a loud moan around Dean’s cock as I get closer to giving into the orgasm quickly building in my core.
I can hear Malachi pick up speed inside Dean, his arms wrapping around the front of him as he slams forward one more time, holding still while Dean comes down my throat.
“Jesus…” Sasha moans as she slows her fingers inside me, her eyes held on Malachi slowly pulling his cock out of Dean’s ass.
“Who’s gonna fuck this soaked pussy while I ride Nikki’s face?” Sasha asks, shooting a wink toward the guys.
Malachi then crawls toward me as soon as Sasha hovers herself over my mouth. He pushes my legs back with his hands and sinks his cock deep inside me, making me gasp for air before sticking my tongue out to graze it along Sasha’s wetness.
My god—no wonder men like to eat pussy.
She tastes so fucking good on my tongue.
Dean then places himself in front of Sasha, looking at me for confirmation before sucking one of her nipples into his mouth. It would definitely bother me more if it were Malachi.
Sasha starts to swivel her hips, not quite sitting on my face but keeping steady contact as I sink my tongue inside her before sucking and licking her clit. Before long, she lets out a loud squeal and comes for me, covering my face in her wetness withinseconds. Once she recovers a little, she moves off me and sits back to watch Malachi start to fuck me harder.
“I take it that he’s her primary partner?” Sasha asks, her breathing heavy and rapid.
“Yup,” Dean whispers, keeping his eyes held on where Malachi’s cock is slamming in and out of me.
“So does that mean I can play around with your cock a little?” she teases.
Once again, Dean looks to me with the question lingering behind his eyes. I give him a silent nod, unable to really make any other sound while Malachi fucks me into oblivion.
“Turn around…ass up,” Dean demands, slapping Sasha’s ass as soon as she’s bent over in front of him. “Rub that clit for me too.”
Dean fists his cock a few times, getting it nice and hard again before lining it up to her pussy, pushing slowly inside her as his head flies back in pleasure. “Damnit—you’re so fucking tight…” he growls as his cock sinks into her inch by inch.
“Fuck! Harder!” Sasha cries out, pressing her ass back so Dean can push inside deeper.
Malachi grips around my throat, his eyes held on mine as he slams into me one more time. “You’re almost there, baby girl. Come on baby; come on Daddy’s cock.” The very second the words flow out of his mouth, I completely let go, coming so hard that my vision goes blurry.
When I’ve come down from my high, Malachi slowly backs up, groaning when his cock slips out completely, then slams into me a few more times, pumping his come deep inside me as he grabs hold of my tits, holding himself up.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I hear Dean holler out as he pushes deep inside Sasha one more time, then pulls out to come all over her lower back.
“That was fun…” Sasha says, collapsing to the bed while Dean searches around him for something to wipe her clean with. Finally, he finds fresh towels in the drawer near the bed and wipes her down, glancing over at me as I slowly sit up to kiss Malachi.
I really didn’t think things would take off that quickly. I figured it would be just the three of us, roaming around a club for a few hours and then leaving horny enough to fuck each others brains out on the taxi drive home.
Still—even though it was hot as fuck to see Dean buried balls deep inside Sasha, I can’t help feeling like I would prefer it not to happen again. Ever.
Am I becoming possessive over my men?
“Baby,comeshowuswhere you want us to put these planters!” I call out to Nikki who’s down by the freshly tilled garden, placing seeds down each row.
Dean and I just finished building six large above ground planters for her, along with an archway she spent two weeks changing her mind on.
I watch her toss her tiny shovel to the side and take off jogging toward us, beads of sweat dripping down her forehead from sitting in the direct sunlight for so long.
She stops, catches her breath and points toward the cabins. “I want at least two of them down there.”
