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Wilson
I stroke her pussy slowly, watching her body. She’s splayed out on the floor like a delicious treat, and I wonder how we’ve never tried this before, how we’ve never explored this before. She’s absolutely perfect. Stunning. Wonderful.
She’s sexiness wrapped up in a curvy little package.
She’s everything.
“Okay,” she whispers. “Now another finger.”
Good.
She’s telling me what she wants.
She’s communicating.
Oh, she might think she’s topping me a little bit, but what she’s really doing is letting me understand how her body works.
No two women are alike.
Hell, no two people are alike: male or female.
I’m not about to make the mistake of thinking that just because I’ve had sex with a woman before that I know anything about how this woman enjoys sex. That would be selfish and mean. It would be decidedly cruel. Instead, I’m giving her the chance to show me exactly how she wants to enjoy her orgasm. She’s showing me how she likes to be touched, and she’s doing it in a way that requires her ultimate submission.
Being honest is never easy when it comes to relationships, but it’s especially hard when you’re trying to open up about sex. Asking a partner to tell you their deepest and naughtiest desires is rarely a simple experience, but she’s making it incredible.
She’s making it wonderful.
Sabrina is like a delicious treat and I am so ready for another bite.
She arches her back as I maintain the same pace. I know that her arousal is growing. There’s a lot going on right now. There’s so much happening, but I want this orgasm to be one she remembers forever, and I’m ready to take things to the next level.
“Reece,” I murmur. “I think Sabrina is having fun, don’t you?”
“Absolutely,” he says.
“I think she needs something to help her come, though.”
“Oh, and what’s that?”
“I think she needs a cock in her mouth.”
Her entire pussy tightens around my fingers, but she doesn’t say a word. She doesn’t move. She doesn’t even indicate that she heard us, but her pussy doesn’t lie.
“She just clenched my fingers really hard,” I say. “I think she likes that idea. Don’t you, Sabrina?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Would you like Reece to put his cock into your mouth?”
“Yes.”
“Are you going to be a good girl and suck it and lick it until he comes?”
“Yes.”
“And are you going to swallow that cum, princess?”
“Yes,” this time, her voice is barely a whisper, but she just got even wetter, so I know she loves the idea. Good.
“Do you want him kneeling beside you?” I ask her.
“No,” Sabrina shakes her head. “I want him straddling my chest.”
“Fuck,” Reece groans. He manages to strip out of his remaining clothing and quick as a cat, he climbs over her. He straddles her chest and slides his cock into her mouth. I hear the telltale slurp of her start sucking on his cock, and Reece lets out a long, low, growl.
“How’s that feel?” I ask him.
“So fucking good.”
“Is Sabrina doing a good job sucking your cock, Reece?”
“She’s being a good girl,” he says, but his voice sounds strained and I know he’s close. Hell, I’m close and I’m not even undressed yet. Playing with her pussy has been a fucking honor and a pleasure, and after I make her come apart, I’m going to slide between her legs and make love to her for real.
Then I’ll come deep inside of her, pulsing, aching.
I reach for her clit and start to stroke her there. Instantly, her entire body tenses. Yeah, she’s super fucking close. She’s going to come at any minute, I know.
“Reece,” I whisper. “Don’t hold back, my friend. She’s so close.”
Sabrina mumbles something, but Reece’s cock is buried in her throat so she can’t say much.
“Are you going to come apart for us, sweetheart?” I whisper. “Are you going to come with Reece’s cock in your mouth, like a good girl?”
“Oh, fuck,” Reece says. “I’m so close. I’m so close. I’m...”
He goes silent, rigid, as his seed pours down her throat, and that sets off Sabrina like a fucking pack of fireworks. She starts to shake and her entire pussy pulses around my fingers, thrumming with pleasure. I keep stroking inside of her and touching her clit gently until the last remnants of her orgasm fade away.
When she’s fully spent and all the way done, I pull my hands away and just look at her. Reece moves off of her and kisses her gently, passionately.
“That was fucking hot,” he says.
“So good,” she agrees. “I loved it,” she blushes. Then she looks down at me. “Thank you.”
“I’m glad to see you remember your manners.”
“I’m very polite.”
“Let’s see how polite you feel with my cock buried in your pussy, Sabrina.”
She pushes herself back up on her elbows and spreads her legs in response.
“Please, Wilson,” she says. “Please give me your cock. I want it so much.”
“Fuck,” Reece says. “You have the dirtiest mouth, Sabrina. I had no idea.”
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 the 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?”
“It would make me so fucking happy, Wilson. Doesn’t my pussy feel good?”
“So good,” I agree.
“Come for me,” she whispers.
She leans down and she presses her lips to mine. I feel her breasts rubbing against my chest and her tongue sweeps over mine quickly, wonderfully, and then I do.
I come.
I come apart for Sabrina.
I come undone and I whisper her name as the orgasm rushes over me in waves.
I’m in trouble, I realize instantly, because I don’t want this moment to end.
