Page 81 of Sinners Reunion

I lean back and grab the toothbrush holder. She doesn’t even give me time to see which end is best as she whines and rocks her hips, pleading for release. I spit on her pussy, then drag the purple container through the mess. Once it’s good and wet, I ease it into her.

Her toes curl, and she leans back on her elbows. “Fuck, that feels so good. Harder, King.”

I slip my free hand beneath her shirt and pinch her hardened nipple as I drive the makeshift dildo into her with more force. Her head bumps against a cupboard with every thrust, creating a gentle tapping rhythm. The breath rasping out of her matches the beat, and we’re one collective unit working toward a shared goal.

She’s so close, but I want to make her feel as good as she made me feel. I pull my hand from beneath her shirt and drop my thumb to her swollen clit. Applying pressure, I roll the soft pad over that pleasure button until her toes curl.

Then I get an idea. It always feels incredible when she twists her mouth around my cock when she sucks me, so maybe that same motion might feel good inside her. My wrist turns with each thrust of my arm, and I’m rewarded with a low moan.

“Oh, good girl,” I whisper. “Does that feel nice?”

She bites her lip as she looks into my eyes and nods. She’s struggling to stop herself from crying out. Bennett said Chef was still close by, after all. I’m past the point of caring, though. Even if Chef walked in right now, he couldn’t stop me from unraveling her until she’s completely undone.

I twist my wrist harder, faster. A cramp locks my muscles in a tight hold, but I grit my teeth and push through. She’s so close. I can see the way the silicon buckles with each contraction of her perfect little cunt.

“That’s it, my beauty. Come for me. Make a mess no amount of Colgate can endure.”

Josie’s head tips back, and she screams as the orgasm sends shards of pleasure throughout her body. Her stomach sucks in with each breath, and she grips the counter and closes her eyes.

“Fuck, I’m coming!” she wails, and I’m well aware. Most of Louisiana is probably well aware at this rate.

I still don’t stop. The threat of Chef looms heavy overhead, but I keep pumping this little purple tube in and out of her until her thighs stop shaking.

“Fuck,” she whispers as she finally comes down. “That was intense. We need to use other people’s personal items more often.”

As the high of getting her off fades, I realize what a mess we’re in. The timer has less than five minutes remaining, and we still need to get rid of that casserole before Chef returns. That’s if he isn’t already on his way after hearing her make four out of five dentists very proud.

“Stay right there,” I tell her a I scour the kitchen for an idea.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she says. “Not until you finish licking me clean.”

I’ll be right with her to do exactly that, but first, the casserole.

I spy a cucumber lying on the counter. That will do nicely. I grab it and drive it into the dish, leaving behind a cock-sized depression.

“I’ll just tell him we caught Bennett fucking it,” I say. “He’ll buy that.”

“No,” Josie says.

I rinse the goop from the vegetable and toss it back onto the counter. “Well, if you have a better idea, I’d love to hear it.”

“No,” she says again. “King . . . no.”

This last no comes out as more of a distressed plea, so I turn to see what all the fuss is about. She holds half the toothbrush holder in her hand. The other end must have come loose with all the twisting. That isn’t the concerning part, though.

The concerning part is the fact that this container did not hold a toothbrush.

“What the fuck even is this shit?”

Her voice quivers as she asks this question, and I don’t think she wants to know the answer. Not truly. Because that is either a very odd dust collection, or Chef was keeping someone’s cremains in his kitchen.

Probably for seasoning. Jesus wept.

Even worse than that, some of it fell out of the bigger part of the tube and trickled down her thighs. She keeps herself at a precarious angle to hold the rest in as she stares at her worst nightmare.

May God have mercy on our souls.

She hurries to screw the lower section back in place before more of the ashes can slip out. Then she eases the tube from her pussy with a silent, disgusted wail.