Page 62 of Sinners’ Appetite
I open the bathroom door and note the sneaky look on both their faces immediately upon feasting my eyes on them.
They’re both completely naked, hands resting on their own cocks and appearing to be having a normal conversation among themselves. I then reach into my bag for my brush, noticing what’s neatly placed on the dresser in front of the long mirror.
Two full cans of whipped cream, thick chocolate syrup and a small bottle of rainbow sprinkles. What the actual fuck?
“Are you two planning to make me into a sundae?” I tease, reaching for one of the cans.
They both start to laugh and Malachi slides off the bed, walking toward me. When he steps in behind me, he grabs the brush from my hand and starts to brush my hair, just like he did a few days ago in the cabin.
“We figured since we didn’t have room for dessert at the restaurant, we’d just turn you into dessert instead,” Dean says, his voice penetrating into my core.
I let out a giggle and keep my eyes held on Malachi through the mirror as he brushes through the knots. As soon as he’s done, I whip my hair into a ponytail and head off toward the bed, crawling into the middle spot as Malachi slips in behind me.
Malachi then turns to the side and lifts up, resting his elbow on the bed as he looks over at Dean and I. “You know what you two should do?” he whispers as he leans in close to my ear.
“Mmm…what’s that?” I lightly moan as I turn to face him. Dean moves closer to me, reaching his hand around to cup one of my breasts.
“You should ride his face while we both suck whipped cream off his cock.”
I waste no time, hopping up and over Dean, sliding back so my pussy is lined up to his mouth.
As soon as I lower myself a little, he sticks his tongue out and pushes it inside me.
I bend down, grabbing his cock and sucking on the tip as Malachi gets up and grabs a bottle of whipped cream, along with the sprinkles.
He shakes the can a few times and then lowers it over Dean’s cock, so I sit up a little and wait for him to pour the sprinkles over the top.
When he’s done, he kneels between Dean’s legs and lowers his head down, tonguing the side of Dean’s cock while I do the same to the other.
Our mouths are full in no time, so we both take a second to swallow it and start all over again.
I can feel Dean moaning against me as I grab his cock and allow it to slip to the back of my throat, all while Malachi licks and sucks the whipped cream off his balls.
When I finally lift my mouth off Dean’s cock, Malachi lets out a needy moan and dives down to wrap his mouth around the tip, sucking so hard that I can see his cheeks sinking in.
Dean suddenly lifts me up off him, letting out a loud whimper as Malachi takes him further into his mouth.
“You look so fucking good with a cock in your mouth, Daddy,” I say as I grip the back of his hair and force him further down, moaning when I hear him choking around Dean’s cock.
Within a few seconds, Dean loses all control and Malachi pulls back, allowing Dean’s come to spurt out straight into the air, landing on the whipped cream that’s left on his lower abdomen.
“You know what to do with all of that, don’t you—you little cum-slut,” Malachi hisses as he sticks his tongue out and runs it over Dean’s balls.
I lean down and lick up every drop, appreciating the fact that his come tastes so sweet mixed in with the whipped cream and melted sprinkles.
Once we’re done, I lay back in my spot and Dean sits up, groaning as he slides out of bed and heads into the bathroom. As he closes the door behind him, Malachi lays down beside me and leans over to kiss me passionately.
“Are you having fun, baby girl?” he asks, his voice low and soothing.
“I really am. Thank you for this.” I let out a soft moan as I close my eyes.
Next thing I know, I can’t stay awake any longer and I allow myself to drift off.
My eyes shoot open and I feel a hand wrap slowly around my neck before it slides down between my breasts all the way down between my legs.
When I turn to the side, I see that Malachi’s eyes are closed. Which means—that’s Deans hand.
“Good morning, princess,” Dean moans as he slips his fingers inside me, teasing my clit with his thumb as he thrusts his fingers in deeper and deeper.
“G-good mor—fuuuckkk…” I whimper as he sits up and pushes another finger inside me. He positions himself between my legs as I spread them wider, draping one right over Malachi’s legs.
“Take a deep breath for me, pretty girl,” he warns, twisting his hand while his fingers trace along the walls of my pussy. “I have just one more finger left to push inside.”
I toss my head back as he pushes the last finger into me, my pussy painfully stretching around him as he slowly thrusts from inside.
“Shit!” I cry out, causing Malachi’s eyes to flicker open. When he figures out what’s happening, he sits up and brings his mouth to my nipple, pinching the other with his fingers.
“We’re almost past the knuckles, baby. You’re stretching nicely for me.”
“You’re g-gonna make me c-come!” I squeal, feeling his knuckles push past my entrance.
The second that I feel the pop, Dean lets out a satisfied moan. “There she fucking is. God that’s fucking incredible.”
Malachi then lets go of my nipples, reaching one hand down to press his finger against my clit as Dean starts to fist-fuck my pussy so hard that the only sounds coming out of my mouth are desperate loud squeals.
“She’s almost there—I can feel it.”
“Fuuuckkk!” I let out a loud shriek before losing all control, coming so hard around his hand that he starts to snicker sarcastically.
“Good fucking girl. Look how messy you are.” He pulls his hand out slowly, then holds it up in front of me before bringing it up to his mouth, sucking each finger clean while his hungry eyes are locked on mine.
Whatever these two have planned for me tomorrow, I might have to take a rain-check on instead. I don’t know what Dean’s deal is with fisting my pussy, but the sensation it leaves behind is enough to slow my movements for a while.
Yet—I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I love being destroyed by these two.