Page 87 of Sinners' Appetite
“Fuuuckkkk!” I cry out, trying so hard to resist yelling out ‘tree-house’ but I just don’t know how much more I can handle.
Just then, the pain starts to fade and my cries turn into desperate moans, craving to feel him even deeper.
“You’re doing so fucking good, baby girl. Do you feel the way your ass is gripping my thick cock?”
“You feel so good…holy fuck…” I bring my hand down and circle my clit as he starts to fuck me harder, my ass stretching around him like it was made for him.
“I’m gonna fucking fill this ass with my cum.” He sinks in further then quickens his movements, slamming into me harder and harder. I come so hard that my eyes roll back and I lose control of being able to hold my hips up.
“Such a good little slut… fuuuckkk yes.” He pushes forward one more time, holding himself still with his cock balls deep in my ass, filling me to the brim with his cum as he lets out a loud satisfied growl.
When he finally pulls out and sits back, I flex my asshole so his cum starts to drip out slowly, pooling below me.
“That’s fucking beautiful…” He slaps my ass and stands up, heading off into the bathroom to fetch a washcloth.
After he’s done washing me off, I sit up slowly, surprised that I don’t feel very much pain. More so, a dull ache.
“Should we go eat?” I chuckle, bending over to grab my shorts off the floor, pulling them on slowly as I stand.
“Yeah—I need to talk to Dean anyway. I kinda lost my temper on him before I came back down here.”
I nod my head. “That’s a good idea.”
Slipping my shoes on, I wait for him to slide on a pair of shorts and reach out for his hand. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you…” I say as I open the door to head outside.
I meant it.
I can’t imagine being without him, even after only knowing him for only a week.
IwalkuptoDean, placing my hand on his shoulder as he takes a sip of beer. “Hey. Can we talk?” I ask.
He slowly turns to look at me. “Sure. I’m gonna head up to the cabin to get some more ice.”
I shoot a wink toward Nikki and follow behind him. When we get into the cabin, I can’t think of anything to say.
“I’m sorry, Malachi. I shouldn’t have been so hard on you,” he says, reaching into the fridge to grab a case of soda.
“You told me what I needed to hear. I talked to Nikki. I told her everything.”
“She’s good?”
“Better than I thought she would be.”
“You told her everything?”
“Everything.”
He nods his head, resting the case of pop on the island. “And she just accepted it?”
“Fuck yeah. She wanted to know every little detail.” I grin. “I think it turned her on a little.”
Dean lightly snickers and shakes his head. “She’s fucking perfect for you, Malachi.”
“I know she is. I don’t know how I managed to keep her interested this long.”
“I think I know the answer to that.” He smirks.
We head back outside and just before we get to the beach, the thoughts of letting Dean fuck Nikki come back into play.
