Page 93 of Sinners Reunion

“We totally should do something with them, but only if you add your own special ingredient as well.” She raises her hips, begging for something more. “Fuck me while I’m filled, and then we’ll save the mess to make something special.”

I give her pussy another lick. “Fucking filthy. I’m in.”

The thought of eating my own essence doesn’t appall me as much as it should. Quite the opposite, actually. It’s something I’ve never tried, and I’m keen to go through with it. It’s disgusting and taboo, which makes it right up our alley.

I strip and line myself up against her chubby bunny. Her toes curl in anticipation, and her hands go toward her breasts. My cock jerks as she arches her back and pinches her nipples.

“My beauty,” I breathe. “No one has ever let me explore the way you do. You are fantasy fulfillment in the flesh.”

“Sounds like someone is in danger of falling in love,” she says.

She’s correct. More correct than she realizes. And I’m too crazed with lust to save myself.

I push into her, and she grits her teeth and sucks in a breath. Her hands grip the sheets, and her back arches again.

“Jesus Christ, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this full.”

The resistance, the way the marshmallows surround and grip my cock with each pulse of her cunt, is too heavenly. My eyes close, and I grit my teeth when I push forward again. I run my hands down her calves flung into the air. She moans and squeezes her breasts.

“Is it cheating if I imagine I’m getting DP-ed by you and the marshmallow man?” She moans again.

“Only if he’s fucking you better than I am,” I say with a smirk.

Her breasts rock with the motion. “No one fucks me better than you.”

“Now who’s at risk of falling in love?”

I drop my hand to her clit and run circles over that sensitive bundle of nerves until her thighs shake hard enough to rattle the rod above her. Her pussy smashes the sticky mess around my cock, and I’m fighting with everything I am to stop myself from coming. I want to enjoy her while I still can.

California is just over the hill, only a few days away. Then everything will end.

“What’s wrong?” Josie asks as she comes down from her orgasm. “You look like you’re thinking about anything other than what’s in front of you. Not exactly great for my self-esteem.”

“Trying to hold off a bit longer. That’s difficult when you’re the definition of perfection.” I squeeze her thigh. “Ready to make a mess?”

She nods up at me, and I fuck her harder. The heat and pleasure between her legs slickens the fluff, and there will be no holding back. My hips stutter, and I grunt as I press myself deep inside her. Come jets from my cock, filling her even more. Something warm and wet oozes down my balls.

Not wanting to waste a drop, I push my hand between us as I ease out of her. I catch anything that slips out and push it back inside. With my other hand, I grab the bag of marshmallows. Then I hold it under her and instruct her to let loose. With a grunt, she pushes the mess into the bag. It’s the most beautiful disaster I’ve ever seen.

I drop my mouth to her pussy and clean up the remnants before I untie her legs. Her feet drop to the mattress, and she sits up and touches the sticky residue still clinging to her pussy lips. Her fingertips come away covered in goop.

“I’ll need at least thirty minutes in the shower to irrigate myself again. I really need to stop shoving weird shit in my snatch.”

I lean forward and suck her fingers into my mouth. “Were you serious about making something with those forbidden marshmallows?”

“Of course I was. But right now, I just want to feel clean again.”

I pull her against me, stopping myself before I kiss her. She doesn’t turn her head, though. Is it because she trusts me, or because she wants me to keep going?

I lean a little closer, and she turns her face away.

My lips brush her cheek, and I nip her ear. “I never want you to feel clean again. You’re filthy, just the way I want you.”

Her head turns back, and her lips rest millimeters from my mouth. Her eyes search mine.

“And what about what I want?” she whispers, and her breath brushes against my soul.

How is a near-kiss more sensual than an actual kiss? My dick threatens to harden again.