Page 21 of Sinners' Appetite
“Don’t fucking stop.” She reaches down, guiding my hand toward her pussy.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful.” I slide her bikini to the side and run my fingers over her wet slit, bringing them back up to my lips to sample a taste.
As soon as she sees me lick my fingers, her jaw drops and her eyes widen. “That’s so fucking hot. Do it again.”
This time, I sink two fingers inside her, slowly at first until she starts to push her hips forward, clearly wanting them inside her deeper.
“Tell me how fucking good that feels…” I growl, thrusting my fingers deep inside her.
“Harder…” she whimpers, her eyes rolling back as I increase the speed.
Just when I feel her pussy tighten, I pull my fingers out, smirking when she lets out a desperate moan. I look down at my fingers and growl when I see how soaked they are.
Without saying another word, I reach around her, grabbing hold of her ass and picking her up, placing her down on the bench she was originally sitting on. I then pull my shorts down, my cock springing free in front of her face.
Just then, the look on her face completely changes. Instead of the anticipation I expected, she looks—fearful.
“I—uh…” she mumbles, scooting herself back away from me.
Something isn’t right.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
She shakes her head and turns away from me. “I just—”
“What’s wrong?”
“Fuck, this is so embarrassing…” she sighs heavily.
I reach down, tucking myself back into my shorts and sit down beside her, resting my hand on her upper leg. “You can tell me,” I assure her.
“I can’t…” I can see the tears forming in the corners of her eyes before she lowers her head and stares at the floor.
“Some women don’t like giving head—it’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
“It’s not that, trust me.”
I don’t want to pressure her, but something tells me that the story behind her reasoning is too painful for her to recount.
I’ll find out one way or another, and whoever hurt her will be digging their own grave in no time.
2YearsAgo
“I can’t believe you’re thinking about sleeping with your ex’s brother!” Sammi hollers out as she sticks her head into the fridge to grab something.
“I’m single now, I can fuck whoever I want.”
“Still—he’s gonna lose his shit if you do and he finds out.”
“Let him. He’s fucking nuts anyway. I clearly picked the wrong brother.”
Sammi just shakes her head, placing a cantaloupe on the counter and reaching for a knife. “Justin is… strange though.”
“He is not. He’s just quiet,” I half-laugh.
“Nope. I don’t like him,” she attests. “There’s just something about him…”
“Well, you don’t have to like him.”
