Page 24 of Kingmakers, Graduation

I could turn around and walk away right now. Maybe I should.

But Kylie is already in the back seat, looking up at me, that blue dress riding up on her thighs, those perfect tits stretching the limits of modern textiles.

Adrik fills the whole of the front seat, drumming his fingers impatiently on the wheel, his masculine scent drowning out Kylie’s perfume.

I want a dozen different things in this moment, and I want them desperately. My heart races, my chest tight, an anxious throbbing in my guts.

My own words echo in my head:I want it all.

Climbing into the backseat beside Kylie, I say, “Let’s go.”

6

ADRIK

Idrive down Iza Grada toward the Kazbek, where I’ve booked the most expensive of the thirteen unique rooms within the boutique hotel.

I planned to come back here with Sabrina alone, but I can’t say I’m disappointed with the turn the night is taking.

I want Sabrina at maximum arousal and I don’t give a fuck what’s turning her on: it could be me, the car, or the girl. I don’t give a shit, so long as I have her at level 1000.

I watch in the rearview mirror as she starts kissing the Australian dancer. Sabrina has the fullest lips I’ve ever touched. Watching them entwine with lips almost just as full, almost as soft, watching delicate pink tongues lapping at each other, and slim, feminine hands running over skin smooth as butter, curves like a Botticelli painting … I’ve never seen anything so right.

They kiss for a long time, longer than a man would have patience for. Their soft moans and giggles sound like every cheerleaders’ locker room, every slumber party of male fantasy.

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.

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