She just chuckles.
“Yeah, well, me neither. I guess you boys just bring out the slut in me.”
“More like the goddess in you,” I say.
“You want to see the goddess?” She asks, and to my surprise, she gets to her feet and motions for me to lie down.
Curious to see what she’s going to do, I oblige, and I lay down in the center of the floor. Reece is laying nearby, still recovering from his incredibly powerful orgasm, and Sabrina starts stripping off my clothing.
“You’re wearing entirely too much,” she says.
“I agree.”
“Although, I won’t lie and say you don’t look good.”
“Thank you.”
“You always dress to impress, Wilson.”
Do I?
A little bit of pride wells up in me. I guess I hadn’t noticed that anyone else noticed me. It feels good, though. Knowing that someone likes the way I look pleases me, perhaps more than it should.
I don’t consider myself to be ugly, by any means, but I’m also not the kind of person that generally attracts attention from women. I suppose it’s because when my wife passed away, the clan saw how much it hurt me. The women who live in Fablestone probably didn’t want to make a move because the timing was so obviously wrong, but th
e result is that I have often felt unwanted and unvalued.
Not now.
Not with Sabrina.
She’s looking at me like she can’t believe she gets to climb up on my cock and ride me. She licks her lips as she pulls off my clothing, piece by piece. When my dick springs free, she slides her mouth over the head of my cock and starts sucking on it excitedly. Then she comes back up, looks at my pants, and shakes her head.
“Fuck it,” she says. “I’ll undress you later. I need your cock inside of me, Wilson.”
She climbs up on me and lowers herself onto my cock, and just like that, I’m in heavy.
“Fuck,” I groan.
“Feels good,” she smiles.
“So good.”
“You know,” she whispers. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to feel you inside of me.”
Really?
“And how does he feel, baby?” Reece asks, coming over. He reaches for her breasts and plays with them gently as she rides me. She squeezes my cock tightly and she runs her hands down my chest as she bounces up and down.
“So damn good,” she smiles.
Reece kisses her, fisting her hair a little, and I hold onto Sabrina’s hips as she moves like a damn princess. She rides me like there’s no tomorrow, like there’s nowhere she’d rather be but right here with me.
Pulling away from Reece, she looks down at me.
“I made Reece come, Wilson. I want to feel you come inside of me, too.”
“Is that right?”