Page 50 of Sinners’ Appetite

“Do these braids make me look stupid?”

Sammi shakes her head and snickers. “Not at all, babe. I’m sure Malachi will love them. You look adorable.”

“I wasn’t trying to look adorable, Sammi!” I laugh, straightening my dress and reaching for my phone on the bathroom sink.

They were supposed to be here twenty minutes ago, according to Malachi’s last text.

Just then, I hear a vehicle pull into the driveway.

“They’re here!” I exclaim, grabbing Sammie’s hand, practically dragging her behind me out the door.

As soon as I spot Malachi getting out of the car, my heart starts to race and I can’t help but think about the last time I saw him on video at Paul’s house.

The blood.

The painful, agonizing look on Paul’s face.

The way Malachi seemed so proud of what he was doing.

I walk up to Malachi and he folds his arms around me, picking me up into the air. Wrapping my legs around him, our lips meet and he turns me around, slamming my back into the side of the car.

“Fuck, baby girl. I missed you so much,” he says when our lips finally part.

I smile, gazing into his glowing eyes. “I missed you too. I’m so glad you’re back.”

“If you guys don’t mind—I’m gonna go give my girl a proper hello…” he grins, walking off toward our cabin with me still wrapped around him.

Once we get inside, he tosses me onto the bed and strips his shirt off, along with his pants and boxers.

He then kneels onto the bed, his hands wandering under my dress to grab the top of my panties.

With one quick movement, he rips them off me and dives between my legs, his tongue flicking over every part of my pussy.

Even though he was only gone for one night, the way he’s devouring me makes it seem like he was gone for much longer.

“You taste so good, baby girl…” he moans, spreading my legs further apart with his hands tightly gripping my thighs.

Just then, the cabin door swings open and I look over to see Dean standing there, his eyes feasted on the two of us.

“Mind if I join in?” he asks, making his way over to the bed.

Malachi lifts his head and grins, licking his lips. “Does our little play toy need her holes filled?” he groans.

“Fuck yes…” I manage to breathe.

Dean slides his shorts off and kicks them to the side, then makes his way over to where my head is resting near the edge of the bed.

I keep my eyes on Malachi while he grabs my hips and slides me upward so my head is now hanging off the bed.

Dean gently wraps his hand around my throat and grabs his cock with the other, stroking himself a few times while I open my mouth as an invitation.

“Such a good girl,” Malachi praises, slowly tracing his fingers down my thighs.

“Is she ever… I fucking love that tongue of yours, baby.”

I let out a moan around his cock as Malachi sinks two fingers inside me, tapping them against my g-spot in a rhythm that makes my orgasm build so fast, I can barely focus on Dean’s cock in my mouth.

“Suck me harder, pretty girl,” Dean growls, slapping the side of my cheek.

I try to ignore the insane pleasure and divert my attention to Dean, but it becomes nearly impossible as Malachi adds another finger.

“That’s my girl… Swallow his fucking cock for Daddy.”

No sooner than the words leave Malachi’s lips, Dean starts to thrust into my mouth, his movements quick and rhythmic. Leaning forward, he grabs my breasts, using them as leverage while his throbbing cock penetrates my throat.

“Fuuuckkk… She’s gonna make me come,” Dean growls, squeezing my tits harder with every propulsion.

I feel Dean’s cock pulsate and he moves his hands to the side of my head, holding me there while he releases his come down my throat. When he finally pulls out, I flip my head to the side, barely able to take a breath.

“Beautiful…” Malachi whispers in a light groan, watching the saliva and come drip from my mouth onto the floor.

He allows me to take a few breaths and then pulls me toward him, lining his cock up to my pussy and slipping inside slowly.

“Shit, you’re fucking soaked,” he breathes, pulling out of me to slide his cock through my folds.

I let out a loud moan when the tip slides over my sensitive clit. Just when I think he’s going to slip back inside of me, he comes closer, straddling over my face instead.

“Open wide, baby,” he whispers, rubbing his cock along my lips.

Once he slips inside my mouth, I suck as hard as I possibly can, reaching up to massage his full balls.

Suddenly, he pulls back and spits into my open mouth before sliding back away from me. “Flip over onto your stomach,” he demands.

I do as he says and roll over. He pushes my legs together and traps me there with one leg on each side, his cock resting against my ass.

“Take a deep breath for Daddy…” he commands, slipping his cock between my legs, pushing just the tip inside me.

It doesn’t take long for him to pick up the pace, thrusting into me so hard that my body jolts forward over and over and my moans turn into desperate cries for more.

“Mmmmm… I love hearing you beg, baby girl,” he groans. “Does our little slut need her mouth filled again?”

“Yessss…” I manage to hiss.

“Yes?…yes what, baby?”

“Yes, p-please…” I whine.

“Much better.”

A few seconds later, he pulls out of me so quick that it makes a popping sound, and grabs my hips, flipping me on my side as he kneels there, jerking himself off as he pushes my mouth onto his cock.

As soon as the warm liquid fills my mouth, I swallow it back, licking my lips once he pulls out.

Once I catch my breath, I sit up on the edge of the bed, watching Dean and Malachi slip their clothes back on.

“That made me hungry,” I snicker.

“Really? I thought we filled that mouth enough. I’m sure Dean can go another round by now.”

“Is that how you two plan to keep me alive?”

“Whatever it takes, baby,” Dean laughs, heading off into the bathroom.

Not long after I hear the water running, Dean comes back out and to my surprise, he picks me up off the bed and effortlessly carries me off to the bathroom, planting a gentle kiss on my forehead before lowering me into the bathtub.

He then reaches for a towel and places it on the side of the sink for me to grab. “Meet us at my cabin after you’re done. I’ll make you some real food.”

“Thank you,” I reply.

“Anything for you, pretty girl.” He winks, heading out of the bathroom.

I don’t know how I ended up here, with these two fine as fuck, gracious men, but I never want this to end.

They’re all mine.