I slowly stood up and pulled Sage up with me, moving closer to her to whisper in her ear. “When he gets up, run. Fast.”

She grinned and nodded, stepping closer to Constantino with me.

When we approached, Constantino arched a brow at us. “Why do I get the feeling you girls are about to get yourselves into trouble?”

“Now!” I shouted, whipping out the sunscreen and squirting it all over his chest. Then, I dropped it, grabbed Sage’s hand, and ran with her to the other side of the yacht. I peered over my shoulder at Constantino, who ran after us. “Faster!”

Sage burst out into a fist of giggles, nearly stumbling over with her shorter legs. “Get sun-screampied!”

Giggles erupting through my body, I clutched my stomach and pressed my back against the edge of the yacht. “Wh-where did that come f-from?” I said between my laughs, barely able to hold myself up.

Constantino’s arms came around her stomach, and he flung her over his shoulder. She stared at me from behind him, upside down and in a giggling fit. Her face was red, cheeks flushed. But, God, was she beautiful.

“You’re not getting out of this either, doll,” Constantino said, his hand wrapping around the back of my neck as he pulled me to him. “Come here.”

41

sage

After Constantino tossed me onto the couch, he tugged his wife closer and pushed her down on top of me. She straddled my waist, her tits swaying in her tiny black bikini, the gold chain glimmering in the sunlight.

Her pussy was flush against mine and wet. So damn wet.

She placed her hands on my tits to steady herself and glanced back at her husband, who unclasped the straps of her bikini and tore it off her body. She gasped and curled her fingers into my breasts almost instinctively.

Warm spread throughout my core, and I ground my hips up against hers in an attempt to rub myself off. Constantino walked between our legs, placed a hand on Laila’s lower back, and arched it so her tits hung in my face.

I latched my teeth around one of her nipples, sucking and tugging on it until she moaned. Constantino spit on his cock and then slid it between us, pushing our pussy lips apart. Instead of slipping into either of us, he thrust himself back and forth between us, his head rubbing against each of our clits.

Laila moaned again and stared down at me, her pink lips parted in pleasure and her brow furrowed. She took my nipples between her fingers and pulled. “Oh, just like that, baby,” she whimpered, beginning to buck her hips back and forth against us.

A moan escaped my lips as I sucked harder on her breast, kneading the soft flesh in my hands. Constantino wrapped his arms around my thighs and pulled my ass toward the edge of the couch, spreading my legs as far as they could go.

“Keep your back arched, doll,” Constantino said. “It’s time for your punishment.”

Laila arched her back harder so her stomach and tits pressed against mine and our pussies were stacked instead of pressed against one another. She dipped her head down and sucked on the flesh just above my collarbone.

Constantino thrust hard into her, then pulled out and slammed into me. I tilted my head back against the couch as much as I could and moaned, the sound getting lost in the waves around us.

“More,” Laila murmured against my skin. “Please, Constantino.”

Constantino slid into her once again. Then me.

One thrust. One thrust.

One thrust. One thrust.

One thrust. One thrust.

Until I felt Laila’s juices dripping down onto my pussy.

He grunted and pulled away from both of us, crouching down between our legs. He placed his mouth against our pussies and flicked his tongue between both our clits, his fingers sliding in and out of each of us.

After he rested my thigh on his shoulder to hold my legs apart, he grunted and devoured our pussies with even more hunger. My legs began to tremble, the pressure building higher and higher in my core. I threw my head back and grasped the edge of the couch.

“Oh my God!” I moaned. “D-don’t s-stop!”

He moved his tongue in circles around our clits, his fingers curling into us at just the right angles, massaging our G-spots. I curled my toes, on the brink of an orgasm, when Laila threw her head back and screamed out in pleasure.