Page 61 of Sinners' Appetite
“Beg me again to let you come.”
“Please—? Please let me come around your thick cock.”
“You’re so good at this.”
I slide back into her, slowly at first and then pick up speed, fucking her so hard that she can’t make a single sound as she reaches around me and claws at my back. This time, when I feel her pussy pulse around me, I let her come.
As her warm wetness starts to seep out of her, I slam into her a few more times before letting my own orgasm take over. When I finally lean back and try to pull out of her, she reaches out and grabs my ass, keeping me held deep inside her.
“Not yet…” she whispers as she squeezes both my ass-cheeks even harder.
“Fuck—you really are a greedy little slut forDaddy’s cock, aren’t you?” I groan, leaning forward to gently bite down on her lower lip.
“Yes…” she hisses. “I am.”
“Atta girl.” I kiss her forehead and lift her up off the counter, pulling out of her slowly so my cock rubs up against her sensitive clit.
“I might need to take an actual shower this time.” She smirks, looking over toward the food I haven’t finished preparing.
I shake my head, reaching my hand back to slap her ass. “You can clean up after. Let’s see how long you can hold all of that cum inside you.”
Oncewefinishsupper,I head off to the bathroom and turn on the shower. Feeling his cum drip down my legs is making me crave him inside me all over again.
I’ve never wanted someone this much in my entire life. Not even when things were going good between Nolan and I. He was quite vanilla, which is fine and all, but it wasn’t enough for me. I went unsatisfied on way too many occasions and started convincing myself that mind-blowing orgasms were just a myth.
Malachi sure proved that wrong.
When I finish in the shower, I grab the same towel I had before and wrap it around me. As I glance into the mirror, my mouth drops open in slight shock.
My eye is black. How did Malachi not notice that?
I reach up and graze my fingertips along the discoloration, wincing when I feel how much it hurts to touch. I honestly thought my eyes were sore from crying so hard.
Just then, a knock sounds at the door. “You okay?” I hear Malachi ask on the other side.
“Totally fine. I was just checking out my injuries in the mirror,” I reply, turning around to open the door.
When it opens, I’m met with his warm, comforting smile. “I set up the TV in my bedroom. I was thinking we could watch something—and cuddle?”
“With me?” I chuckle.
“With you, baby girl.”
“Why didn’t you tell me that I had a black eye?” I complain, holding my hands up to my face dramatically.
“Why would I? You’re just as beautiful…”
“I think you’re a little blind, sir.”
“Why are you wearing this around you?” he asks in a disappointed tone, reaching up to pull the towel away from my body.
I don’t even try to resist, appreciating how much he likes seeing my body.
“Are you always like this? Asking girls you sleep with to walk around naked in your house?” I sheepishly grin.
He rolls his eyes and I can see that he’s racking his brain, trying to find something cocky to fire back. “Just you—so far,” he chuckles.
“Rude,” I say, skipping past him and taking off toward his bedroom.
