Page 65 of Sinners’ Appetite

“Baby, come show us where you want us to put these planters!” I call out to Nikki who’s down by the freshly tilled garden, placing seeds down each row.

Dean and I just finished building six large above ground planters for her, along with an archway she spent two weeks changing her mind on.

I watch her toss her tiny shovel to the side and take off jogging toward us, beads of sweat dripping down her forehead from sitting in the direct sunlight for so long.

She stops, catches her breath and points toward the cabins. “I want at least two of them down there.”

“And the rest?” I ask, leaning in to kiss her salty lips.

“Put them wherever you think they’d look good. I don’t know, honestly.”

“Dean says we should plant some wildflowers in a few of them and place them on either side of the driveway. For the bees…”

“Sounds good to me! I’ll finish up down there and hop through the shower after. What are we planning for supper?”

I snicker and bend over to grab the drill off the ground. “You…”

“Regardless of what you two think—you can’t live off pussy.”

“I’d fucking die trying…” I smirk as she turns to flash me a sexy smile then heads back down to where she was planting seeds.

A little while after placing the planters where Dean had suggested, I head back up to his cabin, stopping when I hear something banging from inside the shop, followed by a loud “FUCK!”

I head over and open the garage door, chuckling when I see Dean standing there holding a disintegrated hose up in the air.

“Need some help?” I ask as I slowly walk in.

“I fucking knew I shouldn’t have used that brand. That’s after-market parts for ya,” he heavily sighs.

“I don’t supposed you have an extra one around anywhere?” I say as I walk closer to the car he just pulled it from.

“Fuck no. I only ordered one of them. It takes about three weeks to get here by mail and it’s over a hundred dollars more expensive if I head into town for it. That is, if they actually have the part.”

“Don’t worry about the cost. I can pay for it, if you need it,” I offer.

“I wouldn’t be able to pay you back for at least a week,” he says, dropping the hose into the garbage next to him.

I snicker as he walks over to the car and leans against the side. As he runs his hand over his face in disappointment, I walk over in front of him, pinning him to the side of the car with my hips. “I know a way you can pay it off…”

I moan, reaching up to grab hold of the back of his head before passionately crashing my lips into his, my other hand grazing his cock through his pants.

He lets out a gentle moan, our tongues exploring each other before I pull back and force his head to the side, placing gentle kisses down his neck and over his collarbone.

“How much will you spot me if I let you fuck my mouth after you’re done with my ass?”

I slyly grin, biting into his skin gently. “As much as you fucking need.”

“How much for letting you stick the handle of that wrench inside my tight asshole?”

I can feel my cock throb beneath my pants the very second the words slip out from between his lips. “Fuck. I’d buy you a brand new fucking car,” I hiss as I reach inside his pants to pull his cock out.

I start to jerk him off a little before pulling my hand away from him. “Turn around,” I demand, reaching beside me to grab the wrench he just mentioned.

I wonder what Nikki would think if she saw this.

I kinda wish she was in here.

Reaching down, I spread his ass-cheeks open and spit down onto him a few times before rubbing the cold metal around his hole. He lets out a soft whimper as I reach around and grab his cock with my other hand, jerking him off as I push the handle past his tight entrance.

“Fuck. Me—that feels so fucking good,” Dean groans, slamming his palms into the side of the car as I sink the handle in deeper.

As my grip tightens around his cock, jerking him harder and faster, I thrust the handle in and out of him, picking up speed when he starts to shake.

“I’m gonna pull this out and slam my cock into you so fucking hard that you’ll feel it in your motherfucking throat…

” I growl as I pull the handle out of him and make good on my threat.

“Fuck!” he cries out, barely able to keep himself from coming as soon as I pull out and slam back into him, over and over until I feel my own orgasm building quickly in my abdomen.

I reach back around and grab his cock again, thrusting so hard into his ass that I barely have to jerk my hand up and down his shaft. He’s already being jolted forward enough so that his cock slips in and out of my hand with ease.

“Are you gonna come for me?” I ask, barely able to hold back my own orgasm.

“Fuck yesss…” He lets out a groan, placing his forehead against the car as I sink my cock deep inside his ass and hold still, allowing him to thrust forward into my hands a few times before he comes all over the side of the car.

“Yeahhh, that’s it,” I growl, leaning forward to grab hold of both his shoulders, letting his cock hang freely as I tilt my hips up and thrust into him a few more times, finally releasing myself inside him.

“God-damn…” I let out a loud low growl as I pull out and squeeze the rest of my come from the tip of my cock, onto one of his ass-cheeks.

Just then, I hear the distinct sound of Nikki’s moans right outside the garage door, both Dean and I whipping our heads around to see where the noise came from. Suddenly, we hear what sounds like footsteps walking away from the shop.

“Do you think she was watching us?” Dean smirks, pulling his pants back up at the same time as me and walking off toward the door.

As soon as we both make it outside, we look all around the yard, but neither of us spot Nikki anywhere. The only thing we notice that’s a little off is the shovel that’s sitting leaned up against the large shop door.

“Fuck yeah, I think she watched the whole damn thing,” I chuckle, picking the shovel up and heading off toward the cabin we keep our belongings in.

Lately, we’ve been sleeping in Dean’s bed, so it acts as a private space for either of us to escape to when we just need a moment to center ourselves or—take a cold shower, since we haven’t had time to call someone about the water heater yet.

Sure enough, when I open the door to our cabin, I find Nikki laying out on the bed, her mouth wide open and her finger violently rubbing her clit.

“You left this by the shop,” I tease, dropping the shovel to the floor before walking over and kneeling on the bed beside her. Not long after, Dean walks in and stands in the doorway, leaning against the door frame as he watches me crawl over her, placing myself between her legs.

When she finally looks up at me, her eyes are filled with a neediness that I can’t wait to fulfill. “Was our curious little kitten watching us in the shop?” I ask, slapping her fingers away from her pussy.

“I—uh…” she lets out a moan, almost like she wants to keep her dirty little secret to herself.

“We know you were. We heard those tiny little moans just after I finished in Deans ass. Did you enjoy the show, baby girl?”

“Y-yes,” she stutters as I sink three fingers deep inside her soaked pussy.

“Did you see the whole thing?” I ask, curious as to whether she saw me violate his ass with the handle of the wrench.

“Uh-huh.” She whimpers as I pull my fingers out and slap them against her clit. Dean then walks over and kneels beside her head, pushing three fingers into the back of her throat as she cries out.

“Why didn’t you come in to join us?”

“I-I wanted to w-watch,” she manages to breathe out as Dean pulls his fingers out from down her throat. My cock is still so sore from fucking Dean, but I can’t resist being inside her, even if I don’t get to come again.

“Did our little slut enjoy making herself come while she watched us?” I pull my pants down and allow my cock to spring free then push her legs farther apart so I can slip inside her. As the tip of my cock pushes past her entrance, she lets out a squeal.

“Fuuuckkk yes…” she whimpers as Dean wraps his hand around her throat, squeezing the sides harder and harder as I slowly start to thrust in and out of her already soaked pussy.

I watch carefully as the life drains from her eyes and she lets out one final breath before Dean lets go, slapping her face gently to snap her out of nearly passing out.

Once I get past my cock being painfully sensitive, I push down on her lower abdomen and slam my cock into her as deep as I can, feeling her pussy grip at me as she comes hard around every inch of me.

“Atta fucking girl, you know how much I love it when your pussy swallows my cock.”

As she’s coming down from the high, I slowly pull out, lightly chuckling when her body continues to shake against the bed.

I grin and stand up, pulling my pants back up as I lean over her. “Next time—come in and put yourself to good use,” I say, smiling down at her as she rolls her eyes at my comment.

She sits up slowly and wipes the stray tear from the corner of her eye. “That’s not the first time I’ve watched you two fuck in the shop…” she deviously smiles.

I shake my head. “What are we gonna do with you, baby girl?”

“Anything you fucking want to…” she replies, licking her lips as she slides off the bed and heads into the bathroom.

“I hope she never gets bored of us,” Dean says, leaning against the headboard behind him.

I smile and pull off my t-shirt, finding another in my bag to wear since mine is covered in sweat. “I dont think she will.”

That’s the honest truth. I feel like the three of us have bonded so well over the past few weeks and it’s not only just because of the mind-blowing sex.

She’s embraced every second of our little fucked up love triangle. Even when I had my doubts that she would, or felt as though things might suddenly come viciously crashing down around the three of us, it never did.

She’s fucking perfect in every single way.

For both of us.