Page 90 of Sinners' Appetite
“Fuck yeah. That sounds hot.”
I grin, placing my hand gently around her throat. “You know what else would be hot?”
“What’s that?”
“If you let me film the whole thing.”
She rolls her eyes. “One step at a time…Daddy.” She giggles.
“Will you two get a fucking room?” Sammi hollers out sarcastically behind us.
“Or at least—turn around so we can watch…” Jeremy chuckles.
I just hope tonight goes as planned. There’s always room for disaster when it comes to threesomes and feelings being thrown around in the mix.
I think it’s fairly obvious to Nikki that I still feel something for Dean, even if it’s not on a “soul-mate” level. The fact that she’s okay with it—is one of the many reasons why I’m falling for her so hard.
How the fuck did I get so lucky?
“Deanwantstoknowwhich movie you want to watch tonight?” Malachi asks, handing me a fresh towel so I can get out of the shower.
I step out, wrapping it around me and walk over to the mirror, brushing through my hair. “I thought we were…”
“Oh—we are. Did you think we were just gonna hop into that pussy?”
“Is it bad to say that I’m a little…scared? What if I can’t handle both of you? You always mention how tight I am…”
“We’ll take it slow, baby girl. Neither of us want to hurt you.”
“Is he—as big as you?” I hesitantly ask.
Malachi smiles and walks up behind me, taking the brush from my hand so he can brush my hair instead. “Bigger…”
My eyes shoot wide open and I let out a gasp. “Malachi! How the fuck—”
“Shhhh… his cock is pretty much the same size as mine. You’ll be fine.”
“That’s easy for you to say. You’re not the one being tag teamed.”
I watch him in the mirror as he gently brushes through the knots. He’s so gentle, unlike me. I usually brush through it so hard that I lose a handful of hair every time.
“I’m dying to know something…” I begin to say. “I know you said Dean sucked your cock and you ended up fucking him, but… did he—”
“If you’re going to ask whether he fucked my ass or not—no, he didn’t. He never will.”
“Oh—come on. Don’t be a poor sport, Malachi. If I can, you can too.”
“Don’t turn this into some motivational speech bullshit, baby girl. That’s not my thing.”
“It wasn’t my thing either, until I let it happen.”
He stops brushing my hair and grabs hold of my hips, spinning me around to face him so fast that I nearly lose my footing. “Not gonna happen, princess.”
“We’ll see about that…” I devilishly smirk.
He finishes brushing through my hair and I head out of the bathroom to grab my clothes.
I search through my bag and find a little black crop top and a black and gray plaid skirt. I don’t bother slipping any panties on underneath, since I won’t really be needing them.
