Page 62 of Sinners' Appetite
“I think you’ve ruined me already for anyone else,” he says as he follows closely behind me. “That pussy is fucking magical.”
I make my way over to one side of the bed and pull the blankets back so I can hop in and slip under them. Malachi reaches for the remote and turns the TV on after flicking the bright lights off.
“What do you want to watch?” he asks, getting into bed beside me.
I roll over and grab the remote, tossing it off to the side as I lean over him. “I want you to watch me swallow your cock.”
His eyes darken as he pulls me on top of him. “You’re a fucking nymphomaniac.”
“That’s a sex addict, right? I’m not smart enough for the technical terms,” I half-laugh.
“God-damn, you’re cute.”
“I’m glad you think so.” I sit upward so my pussy is resting against his cock through the pants he must have slipped on while I was in the shower. “Why do you get to wear clothes?”
“Trust me, if someone were to see inside through the windows, they’d much rather see a set of tits and maybe some pussy. Catching a quick glimpse of a limp cock bouncing around—not so much.”
I burst out laughing. “I beg to differ…”
“Well—not everybody appreciates a cock quite as much as you do.”
No sooner than the words leave his mouth, he grabs me by the hips, tosses me off to the side and climbs on top of me, pulling his cock out above his pajama pants. “How about I go hop through the shower real quick and then let you suck me dry?”
“What should I do while I wait?” I reach down and tease my clit with the tip of my finger.
He looks down and shakes his head, letting out a light growl. “Don’t come again until I make you.”
I watch him crawl off the bed and head off toward the bathroom, still circling my clit just enough to ease the craving. Hearing the shower turn on, an idea pops into my head. I slide myself over the edge of the bed and head out the door, straight to the bathroom. He didn’t close the door, so I creep inside, staying light on my feet as I tip-toe closer to the shower curtain.
When I see his silhouette turn completely away from my direction, I slowly slide the shower curtain back and step inbehind him, failing miserably at staying secretive when my foot hits the container of body wash and knocks it into the tub with a loud clang.
Malachi turns around and devilishly grins. “You just couldn’t wait for my cock to be down your throat, could you?”
I kneel in front of him as he turns around to face me, running my hands down his wet legs before taking his cock into one hand. I twist my palm around the tip, watching his head tilt back in pleasure.
I then reach my other hand up and caress his balls, wishing that I was tall enough to reach them with my mouth. Just as if he read my mind, he places his hands out flat on the wall, dipping down low enough that my mouth can reach.
I slowly suck the tip of his cock into my mouth, running my tongue along his shaft as I allow him deeper into my throat. When I hear him gasp, I jolt forward, gagging around him as I squeeze his balls tighter.
His one hand leaves the wall and grabs hold of my hair, holding me in place as he takes control and thrusts into my throat so fast and hard that it brings tears to my eyes.
“Is this what you needed, baby girl?” He pulls me away from him, slapping the side of my face with his hand before pushing his fingers past my lips, to the back of my throat.
I try to moan, but not a single sound comes out.
“Speechless for once?” he teases, grabbing his cock to slip it into my mouth again.
I can feel his cock pulsate beneath my tongue as he quickens his thrusts. Just when I think he’s about to come, he pulls back on my hair, allowing his cock to pop out of my mouth. “I wanna fill that pretty pussy again.” He groans, pulling up on my hair so I’m forced to stand.
When he grabs my hips and flips me around, I place my hands out in front of me on the wall, hoping that my feet don’t slipout from beneath me. Within seconds I feel his cock between my legs, teasing my clit.
“Are you gonna make me beg for it again?”
“Not this time…” he growls into my ear before slamming his cock inside me, making me gasp for air as water pours down onto my face.
I try to scream, but once again, my mouth opens and not a single sound comes out.
“I’ll never get enough of how fucking good you feel.” He moans, slapping my ass in sync with his thrusts.
