Page 13 of Sinners’ Appetite

Sammi needs to slow down. I’ve never witnessed her throw back liquor quite like she is tonight. In the last thirty minutes, she’s tossed back three shots already. That’s on top of everything else she’s drunk tonight.

She’s sure as hell going to have one hell of a hangover tomorrow morning.

“It’s getting late,” I say. “I might head home soon.”

“Already?” Sammi asks with a disappointed look on her face.

“I’m fucking exhausted.”

“No wonder.,” she teases, shooting a playful grin toward Malachi.

I stand up and Malachi’s hands slide down my legs, making my clit throb all over again. The power he has held over my pussy is phenomenal.

“You’re leaving now?” Sammi asks.

“I think so,” I reply.

“What about me?” Malachi pipes up.

“I assumed you would be coming with me…”

“Is that your version of an invitation?” he snickers.

“Unless you have better things to do…”

“I think I’d better finish fucking that attitude out of you,” he winks playfully.

The words travel straight to my clit, just like anything else that comes out of his beautiful mouth.

“I’m not sure that that’s possible,” Jeremy laughs.

“It’s worth another shot, I guess,” I reply as I reach for Malachi’s hand. “Good-night, you two…”

“Good-night, babe!” Sammi exclaims, stumbling to her feet to wrap her arms around me. “Give me details tomorrow,” she whispers into my ear.

“Will do.” I tug Malachi’s hand, leading him inside and out the front door. Our properties are separated by a fence, so I always have to go through their house and out the door to head home.

“Don’t mind the mess,” I warn before opening my door and stepping inside to switch the lights on.

“It’s not even that bad. I was already here earlier, remember?” he replies, slipping his shoes off and placing them neatly on the shoe rack.

God-damn, a man that puts his shoes away instead of kicking them off to the side? He’s a keeper, for sure.

“So…what should we do?” I playfully ask as I walk in the direction of my living room.

“Anything you want, baby girl,” he replies, following closely behind me.

I go to sit down on the couch, but just then, he grabs my hips and spins me around to face him. “You know what I really wanna do?” he taunts.

“What’s that?” I reply, already getting lost in his eyes again.

“I wanna taste you again.” He moans, pulling me into him.

I swallow hard, trying to think of something to say. Before I can, he turns us around so that my back is facing the wall. I take a few steps back and he follows, pinning me there with his hips, grinding his cock against me as he places his soft lips against mine.

“You…taste…so…fucking…good, Nikki.”

Oh my god, this man is going to be the death of me.

Or at the very least—the death of my pussy.

“Should we take a shower first?” I ask.

“I’m not waiting any longer.” He breathes onto my lips then kisses me with so much passion that I can barely hold myself up.

He then steps back, flashes me a devious smile and kneels down in front of me, gazing up at me with a hungry look in his eyes. Slowly, he starts to pull my bikini bottoms down and reaches up to rub his fingers along my already soaked pussy.

“Mine…” he lightly growls, bringing his fingers to his mouth to suck them clean of my arousal.

I let out a soft whimper as he returns his fingers to my sensitive clit and applies pressure, while his other hand lifts my leg to rest it over his shoulder.

“Fuck, Malachi…” I whine as he darts his tongue out and starts flicking it against my clit.

“All…fucking…mine…” He mutters, reaching around to grip my ass-cheeks before slipping his tongue inside me.

I place one hand on the back of his head, trying my hardest to stay upright, but my legs start to shake as he moans against me. Steadying myself on one leg is much harder than they make it look in porn videos. Especially when someone has their tongue inside your pussy.

He stops for a moment, tilts his head back and looks up at me, his mouth glistening from my wetness. He growls hungrily and returns his mouth to my clit, sucking lightly at first, flicking his tongue against the sensitive nub at the same time.

When I can no longer hold myself up, my knee buckles and I nearly collapse onto his face.

“I got you, baby girl,” he groans, standing to pick me up by my ass.

I wrap my legs tightly around his waist as he walks me over to the couch, tossing me down like a rag doll that he wants to feast on.

He pulls at my bikini top, and when he can’t get it off, he pulls it down, cupping my breast with one hand as he sinks his fingers inside me with the other. I’m already sore from how deep he was inside me earlier, so I let out a whimper and place my hand over his, trying to slow his movements.

“You okay?” he asks, pulling his hand away from me.

“Just a little sore.”

“I’ll be gentle, for now,” he replies, flashing me a gentle smile before slowly lowering his head between my legs.

This time, he takes it slow, cautiously sinking two fingers inside me and curling them up against my g-spot as he wraps his mouth around my clit again.

I reach my hands up and grip the back of the couch, keeping my eyes held on his as he passionately sucks the life from my body.

He squeezes my breast harder, rubbing his thumb over my hardened nipple as he hums against my clit. Removing his fingers, he sucks them clean again as he stands to lower his shorts. His eyes don’t leave mine the entire time.

“I promise I won’t hurt you.” He drops his shorts to the floor and pushes my legs further apart.

“Okay.” I breathe out, watching him fist his cock a few times before lining it up to my entrance. Before he slips inside me, he rubs my clit with his thumb.

As soon as I feel him push inside me, my eyes roll back, the pressure building in my abdomen in an instant.

“Fucking hell, Nikki. You’re so tight.” He groans as he gently pushes himself into me inch by inch.

He then pulls out, only to slap his cock against my clit a few times, then slips back into me, this time even deeper. Surprisingly, it doesn’t hurt me at all.

“How does it feel, baby girl? You okay?” he asks, placing his hand on my lower abdomen and applying pressure.

“So fucking good…” I whimper, craving him even deeper.

“Let me know if you need me to stop,” he replies, leaning over me so our lips are just barely touching.

“I’m okay…” I reach my hand up and run my fingers through his soft, shaggy hair.

He keeps the pressure on my abdomen as he thrusts into me deeper, the fullness making me whimper against his lips.

“You’re doing so good, baby girl. Deep breaths,” he whispers softly.

“You’re so…fucking…big,” I manage to breathe out, wanting him to fuck me harder but still fearful that it might hurt.

Finally, he quickens his movements, placing his free hand around my throat. I let out a loud squeal as his cock repeatedly slams into me, gripping his hair so tight that my hand starts to go numb.

Holy hell, I can’t get enough of him.