Page 52 of Sinners’ Appetite
I shoot my head up as soon as the words leave Dean’s mouth.
“Please, Daddy…let him fuck your ass,” I whimper, adding a little emphasis on the last part.
“If that’s what our girl wants, then I guess that’s what she gets…” Malachi groans, moving in front of me as Dean takes a step forward behind him. “But you’re using lube, there’s no fucking way you’re sticking that in my ass without it.” He points toward the bag I brought with me beside us.
Dean takes a few steps over and grabs the bag, sifting through the contents before pulling a small bottle out and tossing the bag to the side.
I watch as he pours some down onto Malachi and then allows a few drops to travel down onto his own cock. Malachi slips inside me, teasing me with just the tip as Dean bends at the knees to lower himself to Malachi’s ass.
I watch Malachi’s head flip back, assuming that Dean just pushed past his entrance.
“How does it feel, baby?” I moan, feeling his cock pulse inside me.
“So…fucking…g-good,” he barely whispers.
“You’re taking him so well…”
I pull him closer to me, allowing him to bend further over so Dean has more room to work with.
“Is that ass tight?” I keep my eyes held on Dean’s as he pushes further into Malachi, lifting his shirt up and holding it between his teeth.
“Fuck…y-yeah, it is,” Dean growls, his thrusts quickening so that Malachi’s cock is slamming into me.
Dean reaches down and slaps Malachi’s ass and just a few moments later, Malachi’s cock stills inside me, shooting cum into my cervix.
“Fuuuckkk!” Malachi lets out a growl, lifting his head and sinking his teeth into my neck while his cock pulses deep inside me.
Dean smirks and slams into him a few more times, pulling his cock out aggressively, staring down at me.
“You’re next, princess,” he says as Malachi slowly pulls out of me and sits down on the bench behind Dean.
Before I can say a word, Dean lifts my legs up, wrapping his hand around my ankles as he grips his cock and slides it through Malachi’s come that’s dripping out of me. Just when I think he’s about to push into my pussy, he starts to trail his cock around my asshole.
I then see him squeeze a good amount of lube down onto me, lining his cock up to my ass and slowly pushing inside, allowing me to stretch out around him slowly.
His hand grazes my pussy, wiping his fingers through the come and bringing it up to my mouth.
“Suck them…” he demands, his cock pushing deeper inside me as he thrusts his fingers to the back of my throat and gags me.
“I bet her ass could stretch to fit both of us…” Dean groans, controlling his depth with his other hand wrapped firmly around his cock, pulling his fingers out of my mouth.
My eyes widen and I try to lift my head, only one thing running through my mind and finally, I cry out. “Tree-house! Fuck no!”
“Don’t worry, princess—we’ll work on that.” he teases with a clever grin on his face.
He finally lets go of his cock, allowing himself deeper inside me, thrusting at a rapid speed until I can’t hold back my orgasm any longer. My entire body shakes and I let out a loud shriek as I give in and let the pleasure take over.
“Fuck yeah…” Dean thrusts into me a few more times before holding still, spilling his come deep inside me. He abruptly pulls out, and I miss the fullness immediately.
I watch Malachi reach over to my phone and hold it up close to Dean, capturing an up close view of the come covered tip of his cock.
Placing my legs back down slowly, I sit up and try to regulate my breathing, smiling up at the two of them as they both turn their heads in my direction, praising me with a profound look in their eyes.
“I…need…water…” I whimper, my voice suddenly sounding rough.
Dean reaches into the cooler beside him and grabs a bottle, handing it to me after opening it. When the cool liquid hits the back of my throat, I start to drink it even faster.
“Should we attempt the boat ride back?” Dean says, pulling his shorts up and retying them around his waist.
Malachi hands me my phone and smiles down at me as I pull the bottle of water out of my mouth. “I guess we should. The sun will be too hot in an hour or so.”
The rest of the ride, we all manage to keep our hands to ourselves for once. When we make it back to shore, I take off ahead of them, running toward where I see Sammi laying out on the front lawn tanning.
“We’re back!” I holler out, catching Sammi completely off guard. She sits up and gasps, covering her tits out of instinct.
“You weren’t out there long,” she says, reaching for her bikini top to slide it on over her head.
I reach down and retie it, kneeling next to her on the grass. “It was long enough…” I whisper in a playful tone.
“Details…please!”
“Malachi let Dean—”
Her mouth falls open in shock, her eyes diverting to where the two of them are walking up toward Dean’s cabin together. “Fuck, I would pay to see that. Malachi’s so…”
“Dominant? Fuck yeah, he is. I really didn’t think he’d let it happen.”
Sammi shakes her head. “Now I have to convince Jeremy to try it out. I’ve always teased him about using my butt-plugs.”
“I feel like Jeremy might be the type to agree after some gentle coaxing,” I snicker. “Is there anything you need? I’m gonna run to our cabin first to change.”
“I would love it if you grabbed my sunglasses on my night-stand. I’ve been to lazy to walk back for them.”
“Will do,” I reply, standing up to head in that direction.
I knock lightly on Sammi and Jeremy’s door and walk in carefully, trying not to wake Jeremy. I then grab the sunglasses and high-tail it out through the door, trying not to laugh out loud at the sight of him sprawled out on the bed in the same position as when we left.
As I’m pushing our door open, I get a text notification, so I grab my phone out of my bag and toss it in the entryway as I make it inside.
My jaw drops when I see the picture on the screen in front of me—it’s from Malachi.
Standing up against a wall are Malachi and Dean, facing the camera with their hard cocks in their hands. Then I see, right down below the picture is a video too.
Of course, I press play and back up, resting against the door, watching them slowly slide their hands up and down their cocks, their eyes held on the camera as they quicken their movements.
Halfway through the video, Malachi turns to face Dean, pointing down at the floor. Dean then kneels in front of Malachi and darts his tongue out, allowing Malachi to slap his cock against his tongue a few times.
I can’t fucking take it. Videos don’t do it justice.
I quickly whip my clothes off, then send a hurried message in response to what I just watched.
You better fucking wait for me. Neither of you are allowed to come unless my tongue is catching every last drop…
Within seconds, I get a text back.
You might wanna hurry, baby girl… Dean’s getting a little greedy.
My clit is begging for attention as I turn the taps on and hop into the shower, avoiding the urge to get myself off as the hot water runs down over my swollen clit.
I quickly rinse myself off, and step out, barely drying myself off before slipping a pair of shorts and a loose t-shirt on, practically running out the door with no shoes on.
Once I get inside, I head straight for the living room, surprised to find it empty. They must have moved their session to the bedroom. When I peek my head in through Dean’s bedroom door, my clit throbs even harder at the sight in front of me, making it painful to move.
In front of the mirror, Dean is on his knees, flicking his tongue against the tip of Malachi’s cock with Malachi watching their reflection.
I walk in, crawling up onto the bed to get a closer look, my eyes fixated on how fast Dean’s tongue is moving.
Unable to hold myself back and just watch them, I slide off the bed and kneel in front of Malachi.
When Dean sees me there, he smiles and licks up one side of Malachi’s cock, while I dart my tongue out and graze it up the other.
“Fuuuckkk…y-yeah,” Malachi breathes, looking down at the two of us.
Just then, Dean reaches for the back of my head, removes his tongue from Malachi and forces my mouth onto his cock, pulling back on my head to control how much of him I get to suck on.
I want more.
I need more…