Her hair is conveniently in a ponytail, so I grab the end of it and pull her head back while I lick and kiss the side of her neck. Her groans are getting louder and my dick is swelling larger by the second as I stroke in and out.
"Whose pussy is this?" I demand to know.
"Yours."
"Whose!"
"Yours!"
She's almost there and there's no stopping that big orgasm train even if I wanted to. So I pull myself almost completely out of her, slap her ass one more time, then I ram all the way back home.
"Come for me."
Her orgasm hits her hard and fast. My name rolling off her lips like I am her alpha and omega. That shit makes me feel like a god. Her god.
The sound of her release sends me swiftly to mine.
"Fuck, baby. I love you," I groan.
"I love you too," she exhales.
Our bodies lay in a shuddering, sweaty mess.
We're both floating high on a cloud of post orgasm twilight.
I'm now on my back and have her pulled into my side. Her ponytail has since come apart, so I slide the wisps of hair out of her face. I kiss the top of her head, thanking whoever is out there watching over me for sending Sabrina to me.
"Would you do something for me, Saint?"
"Anything, baby."
She rolls over to the nightstand and picks up her phone. After a few swipes, she pulls up a song, presses play, and turns up the volume.
It's Ginuwine's "Pony."
Shit.
"Dance for me again," she demands mischievously.
"Go put your skirt back on and I will."
She smiles, slides on her skirt, and then hits play.
"Game on, Gunslinger."
Chapter Twenty-Four
SABRINA
Two years later
Ialmost feel as if I'm somewhere else and not at my own wedding. I mean I must be.
There are chickens on the loose.
A spotted horse is eating my wildflowers.
The mother of the groom is in the kitchen baking a pie for some unknown reason.
