Page 25 of Sinners’ Appetite

Once we finish supper, I head off to the bathroom and turn on the shower. Feeling his cum drip down my legs is making me crave him inside me all over again.

I’ve never wanted someone this much in my entire life.

Not even when things were going good between Nolan and I.

He was quite vanilla, which is fine and all, but it wasn’t enough for me.

I went unsatisfied on way too many occasions and started convincing myself that mind-blowing orgasms were just a myth.

Malachi sure proved that wrong.

When I finish in the shower, I grab the same towel I had before and wrap it around me. As I glance into the mirror, my mouth drops open in slight shock.

My eye is black. How did Malachi not notice that?

I reach up and graze my fingertips along the discoloration, wincing when I feel how much it hurts to touch. I honestly thought my eyes were sore from crying so hard.

Just then, a knock sounds at the door. “You okay?” I hear Malachi ask on the other side.

“Totally fine. I was just checking out my injuries in the mirror,” I reply, turning around to open the door.

When it opens, I’m met with his warm, comforting smile. “I set up the TV in my bedroom. I was thinking we could watch something—and cuddle?”

“With me?” I chuckle.

“With you, baby girl.”

“Why didn’t you tell me that I had a black eye?” I complain, holding my hands up to my face dramatically.

“Why would I? You’re just as beautiful…”

“I think you’re a little blind, sir.”

“Why are you wearing this around you?” he asks in a disappointed tone, reaching up to pull the towel away from my body.

I don’t even try to resist, appreciating how much he likes seeing my body.

“Are you always like this? Asking girls you sleep with to walk around naked in your house?” I sheepishly grin.

He rolls his eyes and I can see that he’s racking his brain, trying to find something cocky to fire back. “Just you—so far,” he chuckles.

“Rude,” I say, skipping past him and taking off toward his bedroom.

“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 in behind 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 slip out 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.

“Make me cum again, Daddy…” I plead, letting go of the wall with one hand, reaching down to grip his balls.

“Oh—fuuuckkk,” he hisses, slamming into me a few more times before I feel his cock twitch inside me.

He stays buried inside me for a few seconds before stepping back to admire his cum dripping out of my pussy.

“You’re fucking perfect.” He groans, kneeling down behind me as he spreads my ass-cheeks apart, grazing his tongue along the entrance. “Next time, I’m gonna fill this tight asshole.”

His words travel straight to my clit, but instead of the usual, desperate ache—it’s slightly painful.

“You can do whatever the fuck you want to me.” I smirk as I let water wash away whats left of his cum dripping out of me.

“Mmm—be careful what you wish for, baby girl.” He winks, reaching outside the shower for a towel after shutting the water off.

When we finally make it back to his room, I feel like I can barely stand on my own two feet. Shower sex is exhausting, I feel like I just ran a fucking mini-marathon.