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Sabrina pulls down the front of Kylie’s dress, taking her breast in her mouth. Kylie leans against the car door, head thrown back, moaning as she thrusts her hands into Sabrina’s thick, dark hair, pressing Sabrina’s face against her chest.
Neither of the girls are buckled. Nor am I. If we crash, we’re all going down in flames together.
What a way to die, watching the hottest thing I’ve ever seen unfold behind me, in little snippets via the mirror.
Sabrina is aggressive and she knows what she’s doing. She’s putting on a masterclass back there, alternately licking and sucking on Kylie’s neck, playing with her breasts, all while sliding her smooth thigh between Kylie’s so she can grind her pussy against Sabrina’s leg.
When she has the blonde panting and moaning, Sabrina slides down the leather seat, putting her head under Kylie’s skirt, pulling her underwear to the side, licking that soaking pussy until Kylie makes frantic whimpering sounds, a steady, “Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh,”that melts into a long, drawn-out, “Uhhhhhhhhhhh!”as she starts to cum.
She’s got a quick trigger, or Sabrina has a talented tongue.
The moans of the two girls is a symphony in the backseat. It draws me back irresistibly, until I’m hardly sparing a glance for the road.
The long, winding highway is dimly lit. I really should pay attention to the cars that fly by with no respect for the speed limit, but there’s no fucking way I can tear my eyes off what’s happening directly behind me.
The sweet scent of the girls’ perfume fills the car, and the even sweeter scent of their arousal.
Sabrina’s eyes flash up, meeting mine in the mirror. She gives me a wicked smile, her lips swollen, her mouth shining with Kylie’s wetness.
She leans between the two front seats, seizing me by the face and kissing me so I can taste Kylie’s pussy in her mouth.
She holds me in place, kissing me wildly, while the car whips through the night.
I grab her with my right hand, growling in her ear, “You taste like a slut.”
“And you fucking love it.” Sabrina swipes her tongue in one long lick up the side of my neck, seizing my ear lobe between her teeth and biting down hard.
I stomp the accelerator, more motivated to get this fucking hotel than I’ve ever been to arrive anywhere.
I’m gonna rip that dress off Sabrina and throw her down on the bed hard enough to leave a dent in the mattress.
Sabrina’s still nibbling on the side of my neck like she did to Kylie. She’s running her tongue around the rim of my ear, then plunging it inside. She’s an animal, a cat in heat, more feral by the minute.
Kylie gets on her knees behind Sabrina, pulling her skirt up around her waist. I already know Sabrina isn’t wearing underwear. Kylie grips Sabrina by the hips and starts eating her pussy from behind.
Sabrina lets out a moan right into my ear, so sensual and aching that goosebumps erupt across every inch of my skin. My cock is hard enough to punch through cement. I’ve got half a mind to pull over right now and leap over the seat—I’d do it if the hotel were even a mile further away.
But I need a private room and a bed and a shit-ton of drinks to enact my plans. Sabrina is going to scream my name over and over and over, until she forgets how to say any other word.
She ran me ragged tonight, chasing her all over this goddamn city. Now she’s going to pay for every arrogant look, every rowdy remark, every minute she tried to defy me.
She’s going to learn the difference between what she wants and what she needs.
I don’t give a shit about this blonde, except as an accessory. I’ll use her to give Sabrina an experience like none she’s had before. Sabrina thinks she can get whatever she wants—I’ll show her that I can give her more.
After what feels like an eternity, we pull up to the wrought-iron gates of the sprawling baroque hotel.
The Kazbek was built in 1573 as a summer residence for nobility. Ivy swarms the ancient stone walls, the ranks of windows positioned to overlook the private beach. Thickets of citrus trees perfume the air, and cascades of hot pink bougainvillea drop their petals in a carpet on the cobblestones.
I toss the keys to the valet, who can only stare open-mouthed as Sabrina and Kylie tumble out of the backseat, flushed and disheveled, their arms around each other’s waists.
I already checked in this morning, the brass key to our suite safe in my pocket.
I lead the girls up the grand staircase to the upper level, then down the long hallway to our room.
Kylie looks around in wonder. “This is a hotel? It looks like a castle.”
“Everything looks like a castle in this city,” Sabrina laughs. “I don’t think they’ve built anything new in five hundred years.”
