Page 15 of Sinners’ Appetite

My eyes flicker open and it takes a moment to register that Malachi is under the blankets between my legs, lightly running his tongue up and down my pussy.

I’m somehow completely drenched already.

My hand wanders to his shoulder and I sink my fingernails into his skin as he starts to flick his tongue against my clit.

“Mmm…my play toy is awake now,” I hear him moan.

“Oh—fuck…” I whimper, trying so hard to hold off on the orgasm that’s quickly building inside me.

Next thing I know, I hear the distinct sound of my vibrator turning on. He runs it down the inside of my thigh, teasing me with it until bringing it to my clit. I jolt, thrusting my hips upward as he pushes it against me, his fingers slipping inside me at the same time.

I hear him click the button on the vibrator a few times, increasing the level to far beyond what I’ve ever used on myself. I generally stick to the second level and on special occasions—the third.

Suddenly, the stimulation feels like its too much. A painful ache travels through my core and I grab his hand, pulling it away from me for some relief.

“Just breathe, baby girl. I know you can handle it.”

I let out a whine as he returns the vibrator to my throbbing clit. This time, I challenge myself to let the pleasure take over.

Just as I’m about to come, he pulls the vibrator away and slowly slides his fingers out of me.

“What the fuck?” I helplessly moan as my eyes widen and my body continues to quiver.

“I’m not letting you come yet.” He lifts the blankets up over his head and hovers over me, placing a gentle kiss on my lips while the vibrator still buzzes away in his hand.

Before I can say another word, he pulls his cock out of his shorts and slaps my clit over and over, bringing back a similar sensation I just had from the vibrator.

“I want you to come all over my cock again.” He groans, barely slipping the tip of his cock inside me.

“Then fuck me!” I squeal, unable to hold back the frustration I’m feeling from him stopping my orgasm so suddenly.

“Patience, baby girl.” He places the vibrator onto my clit again while he pushes inside me a little more, still teasing me with his hesitation.

“Please—”

“Maybe if you beg harder,”

“Please, Malachi. I need you to fuck me!”

“That’s it, baby girl. Let me feel that pussy swallow my cock.” He slams into me, over and over until I feel like I’m entering a whole different dimension. I never knew sex could feel this fucking good.

“I—I…” I stammer, unable to hold myself together any longer.

“Come for Daddy, you dirty little slut.”

My eyes widen as soon as the words leave his mouth. I fall apart completely, allowing the orgasm to flow through every nerve in my body. He slows his movements, keeping himself buried inside me as my pussy throbs against him.

After a few more seconds, he pulls out and kneels between my legs, reaching behind my head to pull me upward. I open my mouth, ready to swallow every last drop of his cum.

“Fuuuck yeah, look at you…” He growls, gripping the hair on the back of my head as he pushes past my lips. I close my mouth around him, swirling my tongue around the tip of his cock as I lightly suck.

When he tries to pull back, I suck even harder.

“Shit, woman…” he growls again, pulling back on my hair.

I let his cock pop out of my mouth and lick my lips, savoring his taste.

“So, that was fun…” I whisper, barely able to breathe.

“You’re gonna have me addicted to you.” He leans down and kisses the top of my forehead then slowly climbs over me and pulls his shorts off the rest of the way, tossing them to the floor.

I lightly chuckle and roll over on my side, trying to ignore the fact that my body is still trembling.

“Hey…wake up, beautiful…”

My eyes flicker open and I see Malachi standing above me with a full glass of water and a comforting smile.

“There she is,” he says, sitting on the edge of the bed beside me as I sit up and reach for the water. Once I’m finished drinking it, I place the cup on the stand next to me and sit up the rest of the way.

“How do you feel?” he asks, resting his hand on my leg.

“Sore. Very sore. Pretty sure my cervix is bruised.” I half-laugh.

“I’m sorry, baby girl. You can take the day to rest, if you want.”

“I’ll be fine. I think I should probably get out of the house and do something today before I lose the ability to socialize.”

“I think you should just take it easy. Are you hungry?”

“I’m starving, actually. I can make us something, if you want,” I offer.

He just shakes his head, squeezing the top of my leg. “I’ll make us something. It’s the least I can do.”

“How are you such a gentleman?” I ask.

“It’s easy when I’m with you.” He stands and makes his way out of my room.

My heart. Oh my god.

I slide my legs over the bed and walk over to my closet to pick something to wear. I choose a loose fitting sundress and a pair of black lace panties for underneath. I run a brush through my hair and head out toward the kitchen.

As soon as I walk into the kitchen, the smell of pancakes wafts past my nose.

Blueberry pancakes, to be exact.

“It smells incredible in here…” I say as I walk up behind a shirtless Malachi. I run my fingers over the tattoo on his back, tracing the lines of the giant rose next to his spine.

“Do you like it?” he asks, referring to the tattoo.

“It’s amazing.”

“A good friend of mine did that one,” he explains. “It took quite a while, but it’s my favorite one.”

“How many do you have?”

“Twelve. Soon to be thirteen.”

“What are you getting next?” I ask curiously, still tracing my fingers along his back.

He reaches into his pocket and grabs his phone, scrolls to a picture and hands it to me. It’s a very detailed sketch of a pure white dove. “It’s going on my thigh.”

“Why a dove?”

“It was my father’s favorite bird. He always enjoyed their peaceful demeanor.”

“It’s beautiful…” I whisper.

He places his phone back into his pocket and turns back toward the stove to flip the pancakes. I watch the veins in his forearms pop as he reaches for a plate in the cupboard and my pussy starts to ache at the sight.

“How many do you want?” he turns to ask.

“I’ll take two.”

He places the pancakes on the plate and passes them to me. I’m used to cooking my own food, so this feels a little strange. Still—he makes the best looking blueberry pancakes I’ve ever seen.

We both sit at the table and eat our breakfast in silence. Once we’re done, he takes my plate along with his and rinses them off in the sink. Not only does he put his shoes away, but he cleans too. I think I hit the jackpot with this one.

“Thank you,” I say, watching him as he pours us both a coffee and returns to the table with them.

“You’re welcome,” he replies. “What do you want to do today?”

“I was thinking… maybe you can take me to the studio?” I ask.

“I probably could.”

“I wanna see what you’ve done to the space so far.”

He nods his head and we finish our coffee before heading out the door. Once we get there, he parks out front of the building and walks around the car to let me out.

“You’re too kind, sir,” I chuckle, following him into the studio.

I take a long look around and I’m shocked by how different everything looks already.

I always thought this place had so much potential. I pictured it as a yoga studio or something though.